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sainns · 15 hours

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SWIM ㅤ✶ ㅤ PSH

syn by adoy he had it all planned out but how's he supposed to wait when it comes to you? ㅤ✉️

content femreader, established relationship, sunghoon pov and it's just a lot of him thinking about you, awkward ending cos idk how to end stuff genre fluff, oneshot wc 1147

sunghoon often gets overwhelmed by his feelings for you. sometimes the love he feels gets to be so intense that he doesn't know what to do, losing the ability to think rationally about anything that has to do with you.

he knew right away that he wanted to be the one to marry you but he held back for the four years and eight months that you dated, waiting until you talked about marriage first. you'd brought it up to him one morning, a simple conversation. one he replayed for weeks.

during those weeks he planned everything; his proposal. he bought a ring, bought tickets to paris (jake's idea—city of love and all that), booked a really nice hotel, and he had a whole itinerary for the day he planned on proposing. he's pretty sure he's going to be in debt for the rest of his life because of these expenses but it's worth it.

when he brought up the trip to you he simply played it off as something for your five year anniversary, it was close enough to the date so you didn't think much of it. five years was a long time so why wouldn't you do something special?

so on thursday morning, you rush to the airport because someone (sunghoon) didn't want to leave your embrace yet. thankfully, you made it on time, sunghoon holding tightly onto your hand to make sure he doesn't lose you in the crowd.

it takes fourteen hours to get from seoul to paris and another hour to drive to the hotel. the flight was.. okay. as good as a flight can be but god was it tiring, you don't think you and sunghoon have ever been as happy as you were to see a bed until tonight.

the next day you take it easy, spending most of it inside your hotel room, briefly stepping out to get dinner at some restaurant nearby. you're walking back, hands swinging back and forth slightly.

"what're we doing tomorrow?"

sunghoon hums, "it's a surprise,"

you knock your shoulder against his, "can i have a hint?"

"nope,"

you groan, throwing your head back while sunghoon smiles fondly at you. he loves you, he knows that. today, though, it feels like it's bigger than love. a lot bigger. you haven't even done anything significant today; it was practically just a regular day. if you ignore the fact that you were at a hotel in paris, but he ignores that part.

honestly, he isn't sure if there's a word deep enough to describe how he feels for you. it feels like he's drowning, sinking deeper and deeper every second that he spends with you and he's okay with that. more than okay; he's happy.

he wants to make you happy, too. he wants to spend the rest of his life seeing your smile and your laugh. he feels a slight wave of anxiety wash over him—what if he messes everything up? what if his proposal turns out to be awful?

he sighs, shaking those thoughts out of his head, instead focusing on you whine about how you need him to tell you what the surprise is. he just laughs at you, pulling out the key to the hotel room.

"i'll tell you tomorrow when we wake up, okay?"

"or now," you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands instinctively go to your waist.

"i can't, baby,"

"i'm gonna stay up all night thinking about this,"

he leans down, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, "yeah, i'm sure you will,"

you don't stay up all night. in fact, you fall asleep almost right away, probably still exhausted from yesterday's flight. sunghoon wishes he could fall asleep as easily as you, but he can't. not when he's proposing to you tomorrow. the presence of the ring hidden inside his suitcase is too suffocating, it's like he can feel it in his hands already.

he pulls you closer to his chest, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. he really hopes that tomorrow will be your last day as simply boyfriend and girlfriend.

he falls asleep after you but he wakes up before you. he's glad that he did because it gives him the opportunity to stare at you. he likes when he wakes up before you; it gives him the chance to see you at your most peaceful, when all the stress from your life is missing.

he shifts, cupping your cheek with his hand, rubbing small circles against your skin. he stares at you for a few seconds longer before leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.

"g'morning,"

he smiles against your skin, "morning, baby. did i wake you up? i'm sorry,"

you groan, pulling away from him so that you can rub your eyes, "no, i was already awake,"

he hums and you sit up, stretching your arms out.

"i didn't forget about the surprise, by the way," you glance towards him, "tell me, pretty please,"

he's quiet when he speaks, licking his lips, "i love you,"

"i know you do. i love you too. is that your surprise?" you lay back down, the two of you facing each other.

"will you marry me?"

he doesn't think before asking you. it forces it's way out of his mouth, not giving him any choice in the matter. at first he doesn't care, but then you can practically see him go though all five stages of grief.

"wait, wait, wait," he presses his hand over you mouth when you begin to speak, "don't say anything. i—god, let me ask you for real. i want it to be special, not something i say randomly,"

you listen to him patiently, waiting for him to stop before pulling his hand away from your mouth, "that was special, silly,"

he gives you a dirty look, "uh, no. i don't think me proposing to you in a hotel bed is special,"

"i think so. it's like.. you really couldn't wait to ask me,"

"i couldn't wait,"

"and i can't wait to answer you,"

he stares at you, taking in your expression. you're smiling at him, a soft smile that he hasn't seen from you before. it's different than all your other smiles, he doesn't know why. this one feels like you can understand the feeling that he has for you; something way beyond love.

"will you marry me?"

you giggle, a grin breaking out onto your face, "can i answer this time?"

he nods.

"mhm, i'll marry you,"

"thank you,"

"you don't have to thank me,"

he smiles, "yeah, i do. thank you for letting me into your life all those years ago and thank you for letting me stay in it," he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, "i love you more than love."

author's note new layout!!!! anw the song doesn't rlly have anything to do with this LOL but it represents how he feels about u trust + i miiiight make this into a mini series w the hyung line :3 like how they propose to u

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chickenisamazing · 2 years

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Yeahhhh maybe I shouldn't be experimenting with drugs

#T #Technically. I mean. They were prescribed to me.#I wanted 2 give them a second chance but I can't tell if now was a good time to do that #On the one hand I think I'm more productive than I would have been? Maybe?#On the other I'm so stressed and nervous that I'm not sure I'm handling the not sleeping and not eating as well as I could #I keep only sleeping 3-4 hours a night and even when I go to bed I feel quite awake #Thankfully it doesn't take too too long to fall asleep but that's probably because. I am tired from being awake for 20 hours.#Also am I really more productive or just less sleepy so I think I'm more productive?#Today I didn't focus that well bc I screwed up big time this morning and have been super down all day bc of it #and wanted to distract myself #so I didn't even really try redirecting my focus #Anyway tomorrow is a new day maybe I'll forget about how I humiliated myself and burned the best professional bridges I had #(It's worse than you think I promise I'm not exaggerating)

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rhenuvee · 8 months

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Nighttime Routine with Genshin Men [Sumeru + Wanderer]

Summary: Welp this series seems pretty popular so I'm continuing this but for night. Check the "How They Greet You In The Morning" imagines from my Genshin masterlist!

Genre: fluff | x reader (established relationship)

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Tighnari: Thankfully I think he manages his time well and doesn't overwork himself. After a busy day with shrooms, he makes sure when he does his nighttime routine that he's thorough and clean with no bugs or other nature-y pieces on him. Of course he takes great care of his ears and tail. He lets you do a "fluff test" on him, which he always reminds only you have the privilege of. He revokes your privileges if you end up telling him a joke that Cyno told you, along with a pillow to your face.

Cyno: I think he walks you home (aw) to keep you safe. After a long day, he's pretty quiet so he likes letting you do the talking. Quite often, he'd have a new joke ready or an exciting TCG match he just won, but he waits for you to give him an okay to gush about it (he's a nerd, please say okay). Sometimes he needs to stay out at night to patrol, but he won't leave before meeting you for a bit first, and accompanying you to do your routine and tuck you in. Always ends the night with a little kiss to your forehead, as reassurance you'll be safe.

Wanderer: I feel like he gets home early since he doesn't really like human interaction too much. Complains if you come home late (just ask him if he missed you and he'll shut up). You always ask him about his day at the Akademiya. He usually says it was boring, but eventually gives in and tells you some interesting things. You smile because you're happy he's opening up, and offered to have lunch with him tomorrow to make it less "boring" for him. He on the other hand calls you cringe, then mumbles "Fine..." as if you didn't catch a tiny smile when you offered.

Alhaitham: He always waits for you to get home first before he can start his nighttime routine. If you get home late he's also the type to confront you about it, but in his own "Alhaitham" way. If you need music to fall asleep he's sure to play your shared nighttime playlist. Once you're both snuggled up in bed, he says a normal "Goodnight" expecting you to go to sleep. Though, night is usually when you like to engage in conversation, including dumb questions. "I would like you as a worm because a worm won't say weird things at 12am. Now go to sleep."

Kaveh: Bro does not sleep- most of the time he is staying up working on projects (felt). He hates when you insist on staying up because of him still staying awake. Once again, you're gonna have to pull at his heart strings a little to convince him to go to bed. Ideally he would probably do face masks with you, but if it's late then he's ok with just hopping in bed with you. He likes talking with you as well since you both like to have your daily gossip sessions. Though when he's sleep deprived, he sometimes falls asleep. "Hm? What did you say my love...? Of course I was listening. No, I can stay awake...."

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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can i req more ghost x reader x konig poly relationship stuff ?? i loved ur other hc list sm <33

LARGE FONT VER.

| extra info :: I decided to make the reader a k9 handler because I had a req for that but I lost it so I hope this is good! It’s also very scattered I’m sorry- |

… 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖

`⌁ ◜ 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. ◞

You already had scary dog privileges before with your actual dog. But after you got into a relationship with both Ghost and König, two more scary dogs were added.

When Ghost first met Shadow, you were a bit nervous on how both of them would react. You were worried that Ghost’s mask would spook the dog, but thankfully, it wasn’t that bad. The two of them were able to get used to each other really quickly.

But when it came to König, they got along immediately. He loves animals and it made him super excited when your dog took a liking to him. König loves to spoil him when he comes to your room and sees Shadow laying around. The two of them are adorable when they play around.

Sometimes the two of them stop by the K9 area to watch the two of you train. Watching from afar as you run Shadow through his different commands or test him on his searching skills. Usually, they wait for you to finish so they can walk with you next. Taking you to wherever you’re going next or just going on a stroll.

When you take Shadow out to go play, König and Ghost love to tag along. König will run around with the dog like crazy, it’s hilarious watching that 6’10 man sprint from that dog. Ghost prefers to stay back with you and just throw Shadow’s toys around for him instead.

Now back to some other normal relationship hcs-

König loves to cook for you and Ghost. Ghost isn’t really allowed to cook that much, since he usually burns the food accidentally. So König likes to take up that job when you guys are home. His favorite thing to make is breakfast for you in the mornings, breakfast in bed is a must for him.

The three of you have movie nights on the couch every time you guys are off. Ghost usually takes care of the snacks, running to the store for anything you and König would want. While you and König take care of picking the movies and grabbing blankets and pillows to get you all comfortable.

The three of you will lay piled up on the couch all night, König and Ghost on either side of you. You will switch from leaning against König’s chest and resting your legs over Ghost’s lap, and vice versa.

More than half of the time, you all fall asleep there and wake up aching in the morning form being crunched up on a tiny couch. Ghost laying with his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped tight around you. As you used König as a mattress, the German man was still sleeping soundly without issue.

If needed, König and Ghost will babysit Shadow for you. Even if they get a bit nervous that they will mess up somehow. König gets worried that he isn't feeding him enough and Ghost sometimes thinks Shadow suddenly hates him. You have to just explain that Shadow gets upset when you leave, he doesn’t want to be left with his parent’s boyfriends! He wants to be with his parent!

Ghost loves to spend quality time with you and König. Sitting with you as you binge watch tv or interest yourself in your hobbies. He doesn't mind sitting and doing nothing, as long as he's with you. Will love to have small conversations with you about the simplest of things.

If he's hanging out with König, the two of them will probably work out or even train together. You can join them too if you would like, but that’s what they're doing 75% of the time. If they're not doing that, they're probably playing some sort of video game on the couch together. Cursing under their breaths as they get frustrated and shit talking about other players with each other.

Every once in a while, you and König will have random bursts of idiocy with each other. Becoming absolute dorks and annoying the shit out of Ghost is your favorite pastime with him. Filled with giggles and jokes as Ghost curses the both of you as he tries to shove both of you in bed to sleep. He has to admit he sometimes feels like a mother when he has to care for the both of you.

König and Ghost love to spoil you and almost can never say no to your wants. Easily being able to convince the both of them to do little favors or go with you somewhere. Ghost is usually the one to go with you places.König doesn't like to go because of his anxiety so the Brit does it instead. Accompanying you to the store or the drive through of a restaurant. König however makes up for it by buying you gifts or things he notices you want. If the three of you are at the store and he catches you eyeing something, he will buy it. Either secretly or right in front of you, ignoring you tell him that he doesn’t have to.

Overall, being in a relationship with these two is very stable and protected. They're not too much for you and always love to put you first. They don’t want to see you upset or hurt so they try and make it the best for you. Showering you with love and tons of quality time with each other when you all can.

The sun had set long ago, Ghost and König still waiting for you to get home. You had recently just come home from a mission, Shadow and you had been doing some heavy work raiding a house filled with narcotics. Your boyfriends were sitting at home hoping you would come back safe. The two large military men sat in front of the tv on the couch, gaming controllers in hand. They were enjoying themselves and their games, completely engrossed in the tv to distract themselves as they waited.

König cursed under his breath as he missed a shot, causing him to get killed. Ghost immediately got revenge and killed that person for König, cursing him out as well, just louder. Once the game had ended, König leaned back and checked the time on his phone, realizing how late it was getting. “When did Y/n say they would be back again?”

“No idea but it should be soon, it couldn't have been that long since they got released.” Ghost replied, starting up a new game, single player since König was taking a break. The German man stayed silent as he awaited your arrival, he missed you a shit ton and honestly just wanted to have you in his arms again. As Ghost leaned forward to start the new round, the front door swung open a black blur sprinting into the living room.

Before he could react, Ghost was tackled by the blur. A surprised yell coming from him, fighting off the attack enough to realize that it wasn’t a monstrous blur, it was Shadow, your K9. “Shadow! You son of a- down!” Ghost yelled over his own laughs, pushing the large dog off of him. König was laughing as well, but he managed to escape in time to go and find you by the door. Placing your bag down, you spotted your tall boyfriend and threw yourself into his arms. König squeezing you in a tight hug, placing a quick kiss on your head as well. “Welcome home mein Schatz…” He smiled, leading you into the living room where Ghost was barely beginning to get Shadow to calm down.

Seeing König, the dog immediately bolted to him next. The man greeted the excited animal eagerly, crouching onto the floor to rub Shadow’s belly. Now that he was free, Ghost got up from the couch to welcome you home finally. Pulling you into a strong hug, he buried his face into your shoulder. Ghost didn’t want to let go, he missed you too much. But you still had to unpack and you really wanted to shower so you tried to pry yourself away.

“Awh come on.. I missed you.” Ghost grumbled, but paused as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Causing Shadow to start barking at the man, sending all three of you into laughter. “After all this time I have been with you two and he still gets jealous when I kiss you guys?”

Ghost sighed and let you go as you babied your dog, “I think he just secretly hates me. I knew he didn't like me from the beginning.” He scoffed and squared up with Shadow again as he suddenly barked at Ghost. The two of them going at it again, Shadow sprinting through the house as he played with Ghost and König.

REQUESTS :: OPEN

» 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 … 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞

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kimsmuse · 10 months

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yandere detective !!

(oc's name is detective sae)

this is the first time i'm naming an oc !! and there's not a lot of yandere elements here because this is just a backstory, okay !! you have to trust me when i say i'll do it more.

gender neutral!reader. 2.4k words. warnings for domestic abuse (the reader's father hits her) and warnings for murder, blood, hiding the body, and the likes of it. yandere behavior but very less ? and um yeah that's about it.

so it begins like this; a slap to your face when you were 13, and no matter what anyone says that’s not an age to run after grades. but your father doesn't understand.

and it ends like this, even after all these years, even when you're not 13 anymore you were passed out from all the beating, it wasn’t a lot but the fear was enough to make you exhausted. you wholeheartedly believed that this man could and would kill you if the time came and so pretending to faint or actually fainting helped, he stopped, maybe hoping internally that your breathing stopped entirely.

when you wake up, breaths still shaky and legs still wobbly, he's most probably asleep on the sofa, the tv still obnoxiously loud. and there's a point of impulsion. where every sense of rationality leaves your body, and there is nothing in that moment except the things he did to you, and rest in peace, your dead mother.

and one thing led to another and the steel vase was emptied and in your hands, originally meant to be only if the man suddenly wakes up and decides that today is your last day. his words echo in your mind, "i've brought you in this world, i can take you away," and all of the times you wished he did. just kill and be over with it, but he liked to drag it out.

and it just, happened, like a cherry blossom that falls from the tree right on the ground unceremoniously, the contact of the skull to the steel made a sound, and his eyes shot open. but it was too late to go back now.

2 hard hits and the blood gushed all over the sofa and his chest stopped motion.

the way silence around the neighbourhood stands still used to be your biggest fear that nobody could hear if he ultimately decided to beat you to death, but today you were thankfully and the sound of steel if anything isn't unconventional. you wonder why no neighbours did anything despite the walls being paper thin, were they on his side? are they going to notice that he's gone?

there was no regret inside you for what you’d done, if anything there was regret for all the times that you should have just picked up the vase sooner, it was just on the shoe stand in the doorway, why not sooner?

but there was no time to think about any of it right now, before the morning came, you had to move quickly.

even if it wasn’t uncommon for your father to lie there on the sofa for days and days, the first few hours of when his office normally started, the phone would ring in intervals but then he just shut it off. and you would be inside your room, silently praying for him to just leave.

you tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t afford any mistakes here, your life depended on it. and the plan became as follows, the body in a suitcase, the apartment cleaned.

there was no actual argument about if the plan would work or not, it just had to, it was the only thing that came to your mind right now.

and so over the next hour, you turned over the sofa’s mattress, with it being black, the bloodstains weren’t even visible. thank god.

then came the painful process of finding the suitcase and you found it, in your father’s room and it was filled. it hadn’t been long since it had been filled your mother committed- no, was killed by your father almost an year ago now, she was taking the same bag and fleeing with you, when he had to come back and catch you red-handed leaving. and he’d been so, so silent, but your mother knew better, she took advantage of his dormancy.

back to the present, you took one last glance at home and scrolled the bag behind you, it had been a hassle but it finally fit.

everything was going right to plan, you just had to keep your head down, please nobody be awake right now, please no-

just as you were about to reach the car, a door opened behind you.

and you didn’t dare look back.

“hey, neighbour,” you slowly turn back, you’ve seen this guy around, the new guy who just moved here, the one that your father hated because he once came up to complain about the shouting that he did, something which nobody had ever done before because they didn’t care enough apparently, so this guy must really value his peace and quiet and which only appealed him to you more but at this moment you wanted nothing more to just fling the suitcase right into his face. but um, a slight fact check, he also is kinda a detective.

he is standing in his doorway, playing with a lollipop in his hands and slowly licking it as if the time on the clock was 3 pm instead of the exact opposite and it was really normal to spot your neighbour dragging a suspicious case at this time.

“uh, do you mind? i’m kinda busy,”

and you turn and start walking again.

“not to rain on your parade but there’s blood coming out of there, you kill a pig or something?”

the blood, you could feel in your face, had run cold. you didn’t dare look back as you heard his footsteps closing in slowly, and the sound he made when he sucked in the lollipop.

“or,” he drags the ‘r,’ “did you finally end him?” he looks up at the vacant window of your apartment.

“shut up,” you hiss.

he lets out an amused laugh.

“so it is that,” he sucks in his lollipop again and inches close to you while you’re still frozen because his unpredictability scares you.

“who knew you had it in you, little dove,”

he walks back to his house then, grabs his key and walks over to you again, you try to figure out the look in his eyes as he unlocks his car, his cop car and as if assuming you’ll follow automatically, he looks at you questioningly. and leaves the door ajar to come close.

“come on,”

“where?” you ask weakly.

“i may be a cop, but i heard you getting beaten up.” he takes the suitcase from you, “come with me, i know a place. and switch off your phone please,”

“i don’t even know your name,” you’re in the car now but still in shock, you never expected help and much less from the cop downstairs.

“detective sae,” he replies, his eyes on the road.

“sae..”

“i’m..”

“i already know,”

“how?” you interrogate. “well, let’s just say your father has a loud voice,”

“makes sense,”

he keeps on driving for what seems like an hour and you’ve long since lost track of the way you were heading towards, it was a highway of some sorts, the headlights of the detective’s car is the only source of light. and he seems to be deep in thought, his brows focused and his jaw clenched. after a little bit more, he takes the exit on the left and to an even steeper path but thankfully enough, the car slows down and stops, there’s not much relief for you until the body is taken care of enough and you still don’t trust the detective to help you even if that’s clearly what he’s doing.

“you turned off your phone right?” you nod, “good, i didn’t even bring mine so we should be good,”

detective sae looks like he’s going through a mental list of things to take care of when you murder someone. do they teach things like these at the police academy? was it normal? or was it not his first time doing it?

but you had no choice but to trust him, you had come so far, there was no looking back now.

“this,” he points beyond the fence and the gate that he’s parked the car in front of, “is my property. and i’ll bury the body here,”

he takes a deep breath looking out the window, “what about the apartment? do you own the place or is it on rent?”

you try to remember, there was no landlord per se, but you weren’t clear about it. what does it even matter though?

“i think we own it,”

“are you positive? because if the landlord decides to check up on you or something it’ll be suspicious,”

“but i’ll still live there so that-“

“you won’t be able to live there, baby. the best way to cover all of this,” he makes a twirling motion with his hands. “is to make up a story of how you both got kidnapped by some guy your dad took money from, he killed the dad but he found a better use for you,”

as much as disgusting you found the story, it was plausible, money lenders in your area were notoriously famous for crimes like these.

and sadly, you thought as he told you to wait in the car, nobody would notice any of you gone. your dad wasn’t a very sociable man, and even if he had a couple of acquaintances, they were people who knew not to be bothered when he didn’t pick up his calls (and that is if and when those people would come above the drinking anyway) and you had long since stopped trying to make friends, it was way too much of exhaustion even if they wanted to be friends with you.

when he comes back almost an hour later, you’re fiddling with the radio, some station is narrating a horror story, a station is advising people on their relationships, and some other plays songs from the 60s maybe.

he’s covered in sweat and dirt alike and is quiet as he slips into the backseat.

“you should have taken me, i could have helped,”

he shakes his head, “it’s alright.” and he turns to face you, his expressions grim, “but now you’ll need to do as i say if you want to avoid trouble, okay?”

you nod your head, you had no other option. maybe you should have just turned yourself in, it would have been less hassle.

“no, no, are you kidding?” he rejects the idea entirely, “you have a whole life ahead of you and that bastard had it coming,”

he was right.

but you couldn't shake the feeling, that you should have taken the right path instead, maybe they would have spared you a shorter sentence, dismissing it as self defense? you had enough proof for it and detective sae could have helped you too…

it wasn’t happening now though, you thought as the car sped down the similar dark path down to your apartment complex. now if you went down, so did the detective and if he took such a big risk, he would go to any lengths to prevent you from snapping.

and you wondered lowly, if it had been someone else instead of him, would they have done something like this? sure, his occupation gives him an upper hand but you weren't quite sure of why this guy would do so much for you when you were practically strangers.

detective sae is a simple man, he'd just been transferred to this boring, little town with a hell of a crime rate but all of them menial - a drunk brawl, a property dispute, an attempted burglary and all sort of that stuff but what he was interested in, was a things a little dark.

he became a cop for that you know, to get access to that little darkness and even if being on the other side defeated that purpose he knew that it also gave him an upper hand. he could abuse it in controlled ways.

but he never really had the opportunity.

and then when he moved into your apartment complex, he saw you, it wasn’t like a crush or anything, but he saw you desperately covering bruises and at first he thought you had a drunk husband, but asking around he found that it was your father.

the worst character of them all.

he was used to that sound and no matter how much he wanted the man to stop, he didn’t have a plan nor anything solid, why didn't you file a complaint? he could've helped you.

it didn’t help that you were so hard to spot outside, not that the detective followed you or anything.

he became painfully aware of the fact that strangely he wasn’t angry with the man for disturbing his peace, but he imagined strangling him to death. how could he do this?

but anybody would have the same reaction if they saw something like that right? wrong, the people in the neighbourhood were so embroiled in their own problems that nobody wanted to intervene.

and he was, you know preparing for it, when he just had an intuition and then someone walking outside at 3 am.

"sir, what do we do about the case, the one with my neighbor?"

"do you really think anybody cares about it now, and its so common…." his boss looks around the room and finds his coat behind it. "there are no relatives to file a missing person's case, right?"

"not really, but.."

"i love your righteousness, but we're dealing with the murder of the mayor's son and the problem of those fucking gamblers and i-"

as if on cue, the phone rings and he hurries to answer it. "ah yes, sir, i'm on my way,"

"close that case, okay?"

try not to squeal. try not to squeal. try not to-

it took him effort, but the mayor's son had it coming anyway.

on one of his inquiry drives, he'd seen the mildly famous person at a bar and gambling at that, what would his father think?

he talked to him afterwards, to talk him out of it. but he did not budge.

anyway, but the story going on was that some drunk guy got into a fight with the mayor's son at the bar and it ended up being fatal for rhe katter.

and somehow the perpetrator was forgotten, the more pressing problem seemed to be gambling and drug dealing rings because the mayor had an image to save.

but sae was just glad that your case was finally closed today. it had been 3 months since you were living at his apartment and since he'd fed lies to his department and them being negligent had accepted the story and sae's clean reputation helped. after all, what could he get from covering a case like that, right?

when he returns home that day, and you ask him again, as you have been for 2 n

months, he shakes his head

“no, they haven’t closed the case yet…”

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strangesthirdeye · 12 days

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Summary: Don't touch me, I have a hubby

Warning: SHERLOCK HOLMES SJDHDJDJX, drunk reader, William is four years old now, love, fluff, nonsense talk, bed, confusion, don't drink alcohol people.. Alcohol is bad unless it's for medical reasons, sweet, Husband and wife moments, flirting, mention of naked, Ooc Sherlock, vomit, hangover.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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It was late at night in 221B, Sherlock and William were usually still awake even though it was late. Well, for Sherlock but William is usually the one who falls asleep first because his father said so. Stating that he is still young and today's children need enough sleep in order to have a lot of energy for tomorrow even though adults like him also need enough sleep to not shorten their life... According to Google.

Sherlock who was still awake and not sleepy was flipping through the files in his hands solemnly. He sat cross-legged on his chair for comfort as his back ached from having to sit for a long time. The reason he was still awake at 1 in the morning? Well, you see Y/n has a reunion with her old classmates at a bar, somewhere in London and Sherlock is worried that she hasn't come home yet.

As a very good husband he of course has to feel worried about his wife who hasn't come home yet. I mean, if Y/n didn't give him a warning not to worry about her being in a bar somewhere in London, Sherlock would probably be on a mission to find his wife right now. But well, the wife has given a warning and him being a good husband does not want to disturb her reunion with her old classmates.

(Sherlock is actually afraid of his wife) Because, if he obeyed his wife's warning, he will get a reward.. What reward? Don't know. Sherlock huffed a breath before turning his gaze to the clock on the wall. 1:11 in the morning and his wife hasn't returned yet. William already had dreams in his sleep, so he didn't have to worry about that. His heart feels heavy without you.

Suddenly, a knock was heard. Mrs Hudson who was still up due to her watching her favorite show came out of her flat and checked the flat door outside. The lock is opened and there is Y/n who is leaning heavily against the shoulder of an old friend of hers named Dhani who is holding Y/n's waist in order to support her better.

Y/n's eyes are glossy while her face shows how drunk she is with her dreamy face. Y/n smiled at Mrs. Hudson.

"Ahh, Hudders" Y/n slurred before hiccups.

Dhani who still supports her looks at Miss Hudson apologetically. She's sober, thankfully because she doesn't really like alcohol in fact she wants to avoid drinking alcohol even though she's in a bar. Her purpose there is to celebrate the reunion with her old friends and drink fruit juices while listening to music.

"Sorry, Mrs. H. Y/n drank too much. It was a bit difficult to bring her home. I had to wrestle with her to get into the car" Dhani said, apologetically.

Mrs. Hudson smiled gratefully. "It's okay, at least she's home safely." She paused. "Sherlock has been restless since she went out, mind you." she added while bringing a drunk Y/n into the flat. "I'm sure you can return safely, dear. It's getting late"

Dhani waved her hand. "aye, don't worry about me, Mrs Hudson. I'm good at taking care of myself. Besides, I think Stephen will also be restless if I don't come home yet." she chuckled. "right, I'm going home now. And told Sherlock to standby any paracetamol for her in the morning. She sure she'll have a hangover later"

"bye bye, Dhani" Y/n waved her hand drunkly at her friend.

"Bye bye, Y/n." Dhani waved and walked towards her car.

Mrs Hudson said her goodbye before she closed the flat door and locked the door. She turned her gaze on Y/n who was now sitting on the floor and leaning heavily on the wall with droopy eyes. She will pass out once she's on the bed.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson called the young man.

Footsteps were heard and Sherlock Holmes came out of his flat and went downstairs. He who was wearing a light blue dressing gown, gray shirt and pajama pants stopped on the stairs once his eyes focusing on his wife.

"What happened to her?" he asked once he was kneeling in front of you who's face looks like you've been on the moon.

"Her friend said that she drank a bit too much tonight, so she brought her home. Also, standby medicine for her in the morning. She's going to get a bad headache." She said to him. "now, I'm sure you can handle her now, right? I'm going back to my flat." and Mrs Hudson entered her flat.

Sherlock stared at you longingly, not sure what to say instead he tried to support you by taking your waist with his strong arm but you slapped his arm sluggishly.

"No, noo.. don't touch me" you slurred and tried to get up but then you sat down again.

"come on, love. It's me your husband" Sherlock tried to knock some sense into you.

"no, my hubby is at home" you said.

"You're at home" Sherlock muttered.

"Am I?" you looked at him through your half lidded eyes.

"yes. It's me Sherlock, love" Sherlock tried to help you get up and this time you let him pick you up.

"My Sherlock will be angry if I'm in another man's arms" you mumbled sleepily.

"You're in my arms, love" Sherlock replied as he let you step up the stairs slowly due to you still being in a drunken state.

You chuckled. "I like the wallpaper of this place, i want to install the same wallpaper in my house"

"This is our house, love" Sherlock replied before he pushed open the door.

You suddenly pushed Sherlock hard and glared at him with your glossy eyes. "aye, you have no right to take me to your house. I have a husband"

Sherlock massaged the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Y/n, I'm your husband. And this is our house."

"You are my husband?" You widen your eyes before laughing out loud.

Sherlock approached you while trying to shush you into silence while covering your mouth with his palm.

"no, love. William is sleeping now. You don't want to wake him, right?" Sherlock looked at you, fondly.

"William, ohh! my baby." you covering your mouth with your hand. "he's sleeping" you whispered to Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded. "yes, he is sleeping. Now let me help you change your clothes and refresh before going to bed"

"you're going to see me naked. Ohhh, you're going to fast, handsome" you traced your fingers on his arm seductively. "I like that"You suddenly hugged him. "and you're my husband! I'm so lucky"

'Oh god, just how much did she drink?' Sherlock thought before he took his wife's shoulders and pushed her into the bathroom.

"right, let's get you cleaned up before bed" Sherlock muttered.

"ohhh, shower" you staggered into the bathroom.

Sherlock then striped all your clothes leaving you naked in front of him before he took you into the bathtub. Warm water is placed before he rinses your body and hair. You shivered.

Sherlock then gently shampooed your hair as he massaged your scalp.

"i like this.. can we do this forever? pretty please" you pleaded.

"You can do this whenever you want, love" Sherlock said before he rinsed your hair. "done" he said before he took you out of the bath tub and covered you with a towel after he dried you off.

He makes you look like a child when he bathes you. You looked at your wrinkled fingers.

"I'm old" you mumbled, showing him your wrinkled fingers due to being in the water for so long.

"No you're not, that's because you've been in the water for a long time, that's why it's like that" he explained.

"oh" you looked at him in awe.

"yes, oh. Now let's get dressed" he said before he opened the door of his room which was connected to the bathroom.

Sherlock made you sit on the bed you two shared before he walked over to the dresser drawer. He brought out dark red t-shirts and black plaid pants along with your undergarments.

And you finally fell asleep on the pillow after you finished putting on your clothes. Sherlock sighed with relief. You are not very difficult for him to handle. At least all the nonsense you said he can reply well even though it's a bit nonsense. He got up and walked to the kitchen to retrieve hangover medicine along with a glass of water.

Before he even stepped back into his room, William came out of his room sleepily while rubbing his tired eyes with his hands.

"Is mommy back yet?" he mumbled sleepily.

Sherlock softened his look at his son. "yes, she's back. Now go back to sleep"

William tiredly nodded and closed the door to his room without any comments which Sherlock assumed he was just delirious in his sleep.

Later in the morning, you wake up with a bad headache and throw up in the toilet with Sherlock holding your hair back before you return to your original self after swallowing two paracetamol tablets.

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lihikainanea · 8 months

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I know you have had a little writers block and not much time to write but in case this can inspire more tiger and Bill hear goes. So Bill is working on a movie that is a mess. He took the job because because he really loved the director, but lets so with rewrites and other politics that director quit. Bill was still in a contracted he could not easily get out out and he did not want to quit something he had already put work into.

Filming finally started back up with a new script and he was doing his best to make his character believable. But his neppo-baby co-star was not helping. Of course he was also considered a neppo-baby by the US press but he did not think he was not a brat like this woman. She wanted to change things in the script. She wanted special foods and no one could talk to her unless she was officially on set. He could not even get her to go over lines or how he could respectfully touch her during scenes since they were playing a couple.

He of course talked though things with Tiger as much as he thought he could but this was a very tough shoot. He would come home late and only get about 6 hours before having to be back on set.

His mind is wheeling one night when he has to do a love scene with this awful girl the next day. Tiger calms him enough for him to fall asleep. His brain has other ideas to fix the thoughts he has about the next day. He dreams of actually having an affair with awful girl. And the sex is just....he wakes in cold sweat. He was moaning in his sleep and he can not even look at Tiger. And boy does he not want to go to work that day either.

Ohhhhh I like this.

Look, I mean, with how many films actors do--every once in awhile, they must work with fellow castmates that they just hate. Abhor. Their hatred is so thinly veiled that it's incredibly palpable to the crew onset, but thankfully things rarely ever make it to the press because of NDAs and big ass scary lawyers and the like. But every once in awhile--we, the ever little-seeing public--we get wind of it. Think Don't Worry Darling. The drama surrounding that production, for the so many reasons it seems to entail, was just--unf, chef kiss to those of us that still love the thrill of a little celebrity drama.

And I'm sure Bill, in all of his perfectionist nature, was also hated on a few sets. His perfectionist nature. His insistence on trying the scene 100 different ways, for 100 different takes, until he was satisfied. Not everyone performs to that calibre nor do they hold themselves accountable to such lofty expectations as that big swedish talking tree, but that's just who he is. That's how he works.

But y'know, I'd even venture to say that it's quite rare that Bill actually likes his castmates and fellows actors he works with. That's not to say that he hates their guts--not at all. But rather he's just pretty...ambivalent about the whole thing. Neutral. He's the Switzerland of film sets. He's a pretty private person in general, a pretty guarded individual, and for him this is a job. Onscreen chemistry is far more important than actual chemistry in this line of work, and he's able to separate the two. He can have great onscreen chemistry with someone that he's not super friendly with, and he doesn't feel any inclination to add the to the inner workings of his closest social circle. Beers after a long day on set is one thing, the occasional celebratory dinner, gifts for the make up and costume crew. Getting to know everyone on a first name basis. But beyond that, Bill is more than happy to go back to his trailer between takes, or go back to his apartment at the end of the day, and cook dinner with tiger or have drinks with some of his friends who flew out to spend a few days with him.

And on that note, he's probably had to work with a lot of actors that he really doesn't like. People who either take themselves way too seriously (Bill thinks method acting is the most ridiculous fucking thing anyone could ever do), or the opposite--people who don't take this seriously at all. And if you call Bill a nepo baby to his face you'll likely be tackled violently from stage left by tiger--but it's also why he's ultra sensitive about those nepo baby actors who don't have any talent, and don't even have the work ethic to build it up.

It's still like pulling teeth to get Bill to admit that his laast name opened up a few doors for him, but he'll also be the first to admit that his initial acting jobs weren't....uh, they weren't great. But he worked at it, he honed his craft, he worked his ass off, and now nobody can say the opportunities he's gotten have been handed to him.

But y'know, the thought of nepotism--well, it doesn't really bother some people.

And maybe on a recent film set, Bill is living in his version of hell. His love interest in the film is a girl in her young to mid-twenties, the type who grew up with two famous parents and all of a sudden decided she wanted to act--so roles were handed to her. Bill's not quite sure how she even got the job given how their chemistry read went, with Bill nearly glaring daggers at her the whole time. She's just the type of person he can't stand. She's loud about everything. She comes with an entourage to everything. It's always over the top, all the time. She never learns her lines. She doesn't give him anything to work with in a scene, reciting her lines like a robot and not leaving anything to improv, natural reactions. She needs a million takes for one scene--not because she's a perfectionist--but because she forgot her lines, or didn't listen to the notes the director gave her. Bill is pretty convinced this entire film could have shot in half the time if she'd just be a little bit of a fucking professional about it.

The whole thing irks him at first, then just pisses him right the hell off shortly after. She's late for the call time, when the other actors are sitting in the transport car well before the ass crack of dawn waiting for her to come out her house. She comes into the makeup trailer blasting her music and yelling along with her entourage, while Bill is reviewing his scene changes and trying to get his head into his character for the day--they knock over his coffee, get in everyone's way, and just never shut the fuck up. Her friends--and her--are all filming all the time, and Bill spends most of his time between takes trying to dodge ending up on someone's instagram or tiktok.

But y'know, it's just so pitifully ironic that the only scene this girl is keen to rehearse--a little too keen, actually--are any of the kissing scenes, or the sex scenes. And with one scheduled in just a few days time, this little nepo baby has been all over Bill trying to find proper times--evenings, of course, with a little wine to loosen up--for them to uh, practice. Bill's gag reflex has been barely contained.

And like, tiger bears the brunt of his rants at the end of every filming day. Whether it's 2AM or 2AM or anywhere in between, he always FaceTimes her when he wraps the day and tiger always thinks that vein in his neck is real damn close to bursting.

"She just...she doesn't get it tiger," he rants, pausing to take a drag of his cigarette, "This is a fucking joke to her. This is my job, my profession, and it's a fucking joke to her."

"Has anyone told her?" she asks, "Maybe she needs to be called out on it."

"Her dad's studio is partially funding this one," Bill exhales, the camera shaking as he continues to walk.

"You're fucked then," tiger smiles sadly. Bill just makes a frustrated noise before continuing to rant for the next hour.

And like, maybe tiger goes to visit him on set right? And she's not it before, the whole rehearsing an upcoming steamy scene with him--but wait wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

So, tiger visits him on set and sees firsthand what a fucking nightmare this girl is. Tiger spends most of her time in his trailer but somehow, she still has to dodge what feels like a million cameras all linked to a hundred different kinds of social media, all from her entourage. They ain't shy about questions that are none of their damn business either--shit like who she is, how she knows Bill, what she's doing there.

"I'm his bodyguard," she cracks, except tiger is kind of scary when she's pissed off and she's not really blinking so suddenly the gaggle of girls don't really know what to think.

In any case, tiger can definitely see why Bill has been so pissed off lately. Everything is a joke to this girl, she doesn't take anything seriously, and suddenly she's just real excited about the scenes coming up in a few days.

"We should practice tonight!" she says gleefully, as both her and Bill are sitting in the makeup trailer getting all un-done after the day. Tiger quirks a brow from the back of the room where she's playing with one of the other actor's dogs.

"No thanks," Bill says immediately.

"You can come by, I'll get some wine, we can loosen up."

"No," he says again.

"We need to rehearse," she continues, "We need to practice."

"I've had enough practice."

And thankfully one of the make up artists--tiger makes a note to give her a big hug after--one of the make up artists sees every single hair on Bill's neck stand up.

"Bill, sorry--can you stop talking? It's getting the make up caught in the creases and making it hard to remove," she says kindly. Bill gives her a wide smile.

"Sure, sorry," he says softly.

And that's the end of that.

But like, look. It's plain as day. Bill is chainsmoking. He didn't sleep that night, he just rants and rants at how repulsed he is, and how much he's dreading the next 1.5 weeks worth of scenes. Tiger does her best to distract him--keeps his whisky glass full, hell she even gets him in the sauna and sucks his soul out from his dick just to try and get his mind off it. But the sun rises the next morning as much as we sometimes wish it wouldn't, and Bill has to go to work.

I'll be waiting for you in your trailer bud," tiger says reassuringly, "Remember, you can take as many breaks as you need."

But y'know, here's the thing. Bill is getting through it, because he's a goddamned professional. Is he having fun? No. Does he hate every second of it? Yes. But it's not that. It doesn't take him long to figure out that this girl...she's purposely fucking up the scenes, just so they have to do them again. And again. And again. The scene where he has to push her up again a wall, rip her shirt open, and kiss the hell out of her? Somehow, that scene took the entire day to shoot. 57 takes.

The actual sex scene, him on top of her, both of them wearing nothing but tiny little pasties? Somehow, that took two entire days to shoot. More than 100 takes.

On any set that Bill has been on, things like that could usually be shot in anywhere from 4-6 takes--maybe half a day, depending on lighting and equipment needs.

Bill was livid. He drew the line initially and demanded a closed set, after she brought her entire entourage to watch that day. It took a lot of negotiating, but Bill wasn't budging on it.

And every single day that Bill went to set and have to film that, when he'd get home--man, he took it out on tiger. The poor girl was ravaged. Bill just needed her, needed to completely wreck her, just to get the taste and feel and everything of that other pain in the ass as far away from him as possible.

But y'know, Bill's mind is a cruel place.

And maybe its triggered by something small. He has a long day on set so tiger goes shopping, and when he comes back to his rented apartment she has some stuff strewn everywhere and Bill spots a shirt on the bed. His blood boils.

"What the fuck is this?" he marches over to it, holding it up.

"It's....my new shirt?" tiger says cautiously, "I thought it was cute."

"Get rid of it tiger," he snaps. He grabs his lighter from his pocket, flicking it open and holding it to the shirt.

"Okay whoa," tiger jumps, grabbing the shirt from him, "Easy bud. What's going on."

"She has this shirt," he seethes, "I don't ever want to see it on you."

"Ah," tiger says, "Right. You won't see it again bud."

"Promise?" he puts the lighter away.

"Promise.

But it's enough to just...kickstart some part of Bill's brain that should have stayed dormant. And that night, he drifts off to sleep with tiger in his arms and his thumb in her mouth--except he dreams of her. And it's ~spicy~. A stupid ass, unreasonable sex dream that felt really good. Amazing sex, actually, and from the noises he was making tiger wasn't sure if he was in pain or having the time of his life but the piece of plywood digging in to her back gave her a small inclination.

That is, until he woke up and all but shoved her away with enough force that she almost went tumbling off the bed.

"Bill!" she shrieked, but he was already scratching at his skin and lightly smacking his own face.

"No no no no no," he muttered, "No no no god fuck no."

"Bud?"

His eyes snap to hers and they're wild, pupils huge, his hair sticking up all over the place and his chest heaving.

"You," he says, out of breath, "Here. Now."

"What--"

"Now."

And tiger doesn't have time to do anything before two long arms wrap around her waist and haul her up with force, slamming her into his chest.

"Fuck me," he growls into her neck.

"What?" tiger's still trying to get her wits about her because a second ago she was asleep and comfy and now this wild ass enraged beast has his hands all over her and she can't quite keep up.

A hard spank lands on her ass and she squeals a little, but then he has his fist balled in her hair and his teeth biting at her neck.

"Fuck me," he growls again, "Fuck me into next fucking week."

"Bill, what the hell is going--"

But then suddenly she's in the air, and then she's pinned under his body as he looms--big and scary and totally wild--above her.

"Tiger, I just had a dream about her," he snaps, "And now you need to get it the fuck out of my head so that I never have to see it again. So I'm only going to ask you one more time."

He yanks her head back, licking up her neck before biting down hard on her earlobe. His other hand cups her harshly through her panties and she gasps.

"Fuck me," he growls.

Tiger is all too happy to oblige.

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noaltbruh · 2 years

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okay, recently I've got drunk-

how the passione (or la squadra, it is up to u bae) guys would take care of a dumbass like me?

supposing that I'm their s/o cuz I'm lonely asf🥲

LMAO This is one of the best asks I've seen in a while. I've never seen a drunk person in my life and I pretty much have no idea of what you should do in this situation, please bear with me.

Writing Bucci gang, hope you'll like it nonetheless :,)

Bucci gang taking care of drunk reader 🍻

Giorno 🐞

I see Giorno as someone who doesn't really enjoy drinking thankfully considering he's 15 and the few times he does try some wine at fancy meetings, he always makes sure not to exaggerate.

On top of this, his father would come back home drunk and brutally beat him more often than not, so I can't help but believe that seeing someone drink a lot in front of him sort of triggers the boy.

Because of this, he tries his best to keep you under control and stop you before you can cross the line. He won't be too insisting though, he's afraid of coming off as overzealous, so he will just give you a quick warning before you get to the place.

It doesn't work.

Once he sees what state you are in, he'll bring you back home as soon as he can, especially if he notices you making a fool out of yourself with a bunch of strangers or, even worse, important people.

Aside from the image he has to maintain though, he is genuinely worried for you. He will put your arm around his shoulder and calmly walk you to the car so you can get home, he also makes sure you don't accidentally trip on yourself.

Once you get home, he'll gently help you get to bed and change into something more comfortable. His next action would be telling you to go to sleep, although it doesn't seem like you're going to listen to him.

If you start to ramble about some random nonsense, Giorno won't be surprised. He's not much of a talker and will let you go on and on with your speech for as long as you'd like.

If you get emotional, he's a good shoulder to cry on and will just lightly smile at you while you let it all out.

He will ask you multiple times if you need anything or if there's something he can do to make you feel better. You can guess he had never had to deal with a drunk person before, but he tries this best to improvise and pretty much treats you like you were sick.

He'll make you rest your head on his lap in order to help you relax a little. He has this calming aura all around himself, which means that his effort to make you feel at ease in the chaotic mess that is going through your head actually brings positive results.

I can see him creating small animals as a way to distract you a little, like a little lady bug that gently goes through your hair.

Even after you fall asleep, he will keep watching over you for quite some time before joining you, he just wants to make sure that you don't try anything reckless.

He'll ask you to be a bit more careful the next time the two of you go out, but he's very glad that the drunk you is nothing like his "dad".

Bruno 🤐

Okay, Bruno is the best choice in this case. He's the most mature member and has dealt with Abbacchio's alcoholic tendencies in the past. He believes he knows what's best for you in that moment, although he may come off as slightly overbearing sometimes.

Unlike Giorno, who only gives you a quick warning, Bucciarati knows very well how reckless you tend to be with this sort of thing, which means that he'll remind you multiple times not to exaggerate and will probably keep an eye on you the whole time.

Even so, he can't stop you from turning into a drunk mess, giggling one minute and crying on the floor the next one.

The man rapidly takes you away and doesn't even let you walk back to your place, he will probably bridal-style carry you until you get there.

He'll probably use Sticky fingers to close all the windows in the house, just to avoid accidents, while he proceeds to help you lay down.

He will leave his stand to watch over you as he goes grab a basin in case you felt the urge to throw up.

While he's at it and passes by the kitchen, he'll get you some snacks to eat, as it should help you go back to being sober more fast.

He'll try to get back to you as fast as he can though. He will keep you very close to himself and gently kiss your forehead while you burst crying over something insignificant. He can't help but think it's kind of cute.

The most insisting one when it comes to you getting some rest. You will not get up from that bed until it's all passed.

He'll use the sweetest voice possible to put you to sleep as he's still busy cooing you, there is no point in trying to resist.

Bruno won't be sleeping that night, he wants to make absolutely sure that nothing bad happens to you and will spend the entire time working on some paper work while you get better.

He won't let you near alcohol for the next two weeks.

Mista 🔫

He. Is. 18.

And he will do what any 18 years old would do: abuse alcohol. I'll tell you more, it's his fault if you got drunk in the first place: the two of you were hanging out during one of your usual dates, and he proceeded to challenge you to see who could handle alcohol better.

You lost and now you're drunk.

Now, at first he will make fun of you and will probably join in some weird argument you were having with a dude passing by. However, after he notices how you seem to be getting more and more out of control, he realizes that it's his duty to bring you home before you murder a homeless person.

And unlike the ones before him, Mista will literally drag you around like a potato sack and almost throw you on the nearest sofa as soon as you're back.

He's not sure of what to do to make you feel better to be honest, but he can guess that he should keep an eye on you 'till you calm down a little.

He's also the type that will listen to your incoherent arguments and conversations, but he will actually talk back, unlike Giorno.

Probably provokes you with some weird theory like the one about vegetarians to see how you react. At the same time though, he's also genuinely concerned and will not leave you for a single moment.

He probably calls out the pistols for some extra company, the way you barely recognise them and just point at this tiny yellow beings around you gets a good chuckle out of him.

After the last random topic, he unusually gently places your head on his laps and orders his stand to get a good, warm blanket for you.

He's also going to tease you the day after, but he'll want to do it again, he can't deny that seeing you act like that was quite entertaining.

Narancia 🍊

To your surprise, Narancia may know more about this topic that one could guess at first.

He highly dislikes drinking, both because Bruno has always told him to stay away from alcohol, and because his old "friends" would sometimes get drunk in front of him, which was not a nice view, especially for the young child he used to be.

I don't think the two of you were out when it happened. You just had the brilliant idea of stealing one of Abbacchio's wine bottles, which resulted in your senses getting all messed up in quite the short time.

And even though he has some sort of "experience" when it comes to this matter, he's completely clueless at what he's supposed to do to help you in this state.

He probably takes a deep breath and uses his three remaining brain cells, who tell him to keep you at bay before you go set something on fire.

Once he's made sure you can't get away, he'll hold you super close to himself as to calm you down a little and will ask you multiple times how you are feeling.

He doesn't get an answer, of course, and if he does, it's just incoherent babbling.

Probably gets you a glass of water or something, not realizing it makes you feel worse.

If you get sentimental and start crying, he'll cry too.

He lets out a long sigh of relief as you slowly close your eyes and pray for you to stay away from alcohol for as long as possible.

Fugo 🍓

Fugo doesn't really have an opinion on alcohol and is okay with his partner drinking some once in a while. He's never seen someone get drunk in front of him though, and remains stiff at first, when he realizes that the liquid has reached your brain.

A part of him immediately starts to panic as soon as he sees you approach a bunch of strangers and reveal some personal, embarrassing stuff about yourself and your boyfriend. Fugo has to use all of his power of will in order NOT to snap at you and tell you to stop making a fool out of yourself.

He'll push you away and get you home as soon as he can, probably accidentally making you fall on the ground in the heat of the moment, he didn't mean to, I swear.

He starts to blame himself for letting you end up in such poor conditions and apologies to you multiple times, as he helps you sit down on the nearest armchair he spots in the huge salon.

He goes to get you a blanket and comes back to you lying on the floor and giggling to yourself. He let out an annoyed sight as he contemplates asking for help, when a realization finally hits him: he may not have dealt with someone drunk before, but he tries his best to keep the "one braincell duo" under control. Your brain activity at the moment is the same Mista and Narancia always have. If he can handle them, he can handle you.

He assists you with laying a bit more comfortably and makes you rest your head on his chest with a nervous smile on his face, in a somewhat desperate, but well intended, way of reassuring you.

He usually doesn't like way intimate physical contact like this one, but decides to make an exception due to the circumstances.

He'll ask Purple haze to go get him your favorite book and gently begins to read it out loud to you, he knows it helps you relax. When he's not yelling, his tone of voice is actually a rather soft one and is pleasant to listen to.

He can't help but crack a little smile if you were to say something random out of the blue.

Only after you fall asleep he realizes that there's the possibility of you waking up and feeling the urge to vomit, so his stand grabs a basin as well, just in case.

It probably takes him quite a while to fall asleep, because of the position you're both laying in and because he fears what would happen if you woke up feeling even sicker.

As a result, he ends up not getting much rest that night. The morning after he will act as if nothing is wrong with him, but he will be asking you multiple times how you are feeling and if you remember anything about the night before.

Abbacchio 🔄

I'm honestly surprised you didn't get both drunk considering who we're talking about. In this case, the two of your were trying some wines together during one of your nights off. However, you forgot how much the man can handle alcohol compared to you.

In a very poor attempt at looking fancy and classy in front of him, you ended up becoming exactly the opposite of what you were trying to achieve.

Abbacchio knows that sensation too well, although unlike you, he gets even moodier and harder to deal with than usual. He does feel some sort of empathy for you in this situation, and will put an hand over your hip as he guides you back home.

As soon as you arrive, he asks you if you need to go to the restroom and accompanies you if you answer "yes". The sight of the situation...Is nothing new to him, although it's not a pleasant one.

Once you're done, he leads you to your shared bedroom and just...Caresses you with a gentleness that almost doesn't seem to belong to him.

He doesn't feel the need to calm you down with words, he believes you wouldn't understand him anyway. He's not one for physical affection, but he feels a bit more comfortable in this context, as you don't even fully realize what is going on.

He's confused by your naivety and cheerfulness in this state, but simply observes you as you keep on smiling at him with this innocent look on your face.

He finds himself smiling back, but doesn't even realize it until you mention it.

It's an old habit of him, but I believe he would still keep some emergency food in his room just in case, maybe even just apple slices wrapped in a napkin. He invites you to have some, making sure you don't accidentally choke.

He won't sleep that night either. He feels like it's his duty to be there for you the whole time while you're in this state, just like someone else was there for him before.

Trish 🎙

Trish is a minor, but I don't really see her enjoying alcohol in general if I'm being honest, only extremely fancy cocktails, and those are a rarity too.

It doesn't even cross her mind the thought that maybe, just maybe, you're not as picky as her when it comes to this sort of thing. This leads to her actually being quite in shock when she sees you getting drunk for the first time.

I'm guessing this took place during one of the many parties she attends as a pop star, but as soon as she notices some excessive hiccups from you, she will quickly come up with an excuse for you to leave the place before the situation gets out of hand.

She partially blames herself for not being careful enough with you, but she knows that it's not something too out of the ordinary for people of your age, and soon switches her focus on making sure you feel better...Or at least, not worse.

In the moment she dials the number, a taxi is already there to pick the two of you up. Trish makes you rest on her shoulder during the whole ride and is very delicate with helping you walk out of the car once you arrive, one step at a time.

She's never dealt with someone drunk though, so she is a bit clueless as to what practically do once she gets you to sit down. As such, she checks online for advices and guides on to how to act.

Not to her surprise, it says not to leave you alone even for just a moment, which gives her a nice excuse for pampering and cuddling with you.

She'll notice your bright red cheeks and will comment on how adorable they look, before kissing your forehead.

If you'd like to, since she's feeling good, she'll let you play with her hair, as long as it keeps you happy and distracted from causing any sort of trouble.

She also knows how people become more honest when they're drunk, and will probably get you to spill some secrets about the gang to her, or she will ask you some provocative questions like if you really love her and such.

Once she sees you falling asleep, she's quick to join after you. It was a rather peaceful rest for the two of you.

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sichore · 8 months

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I've still been writing, mostly sharing stuff privately, but my work connection is balls, so this one's gonna go here.

Jimi and Pickles talk gender. It's totally dildos. (Warning: some internalized homophobia and other unpleasant stuff)

Jimi chuckles, more than a little awkwardly. "Well, if it makes it any easier, just… think of me as another dude."

"Then that'd be gay."

She expects that answer, and laughs again, more weakly this time as a knot of anxiety forms in her gut. "Yeah, well… stuff with me is always kinda fruity, so…"

Her hands twist into her shirt, but thankfully, Pickles doesn't seem to be suffering from self-consciousness. She just feels him shift against her hair, cheek turning a bit towards her. "Meaning…?"

Yeah, she's definitely ruined her high. Jimi waves her hands uselessly. "No, no, it's fine, we don't have to get into it. We're having a good time!"

"Nah, it's fine," Pickles drawls, shrugging. She sees him gesture towards the ceiling in her peripheral vision. "This is a safe place, right? We're one with da air an' earth and Appalachian Demonsbane with Memphis Blackwater right now.

So, go on. Yer kind of a fruit, huh?"

"... Well." Her hands keep twisting on top of her belly, growing damp and clammy. She wants to sit up, maybe go grab the snacks they're going to be wanting, but the floor feels really good against her back. She feels tiny laying there, and her living room feels massive now. Like she may as well be laying on a rock in the primordial ocean, once again assailed by the thoughts of her meager, mortal shell and the mortifying concept of being perceived.

Only Pickles the Drummer is here, too. She's already shared the best of her stash with him, a guy who's richer than God, yet was persistent on sticking around and getting in her business (which, well, he hired her for), who was also here laying on her living room floor and contemplating the universe with her.

Fuck it.

"I don't really think of myself as a woman," she blurts out in a rush, pauses, then takes a deep breath. She's too grown to be flustered about this after so long. "I haven't in a long time, but I don't really know what I am. I'm not a wife, or a mom, and a woman doesn't have to be that, but I'm also not – not wifed up, or all that pretty. But my tits are too big to not be a woman, right? So – I don't know! I'm just some guy. Some dude. But not a man. But I don't feel… womanly."

She pauses. Pickles hasn't responded, and maybe he's falling asleep. Whatever. May as well keep going. He probably won't remember any of this, anyway. As good a time as ever to get decades' worth of discontent off her chest. "It doesn't really matter, though, since I have work to do. I just gotta paint, and I'm – no one really sees me, anyway uh, outside of you guys. So it doesn't… have to matter? I'm just like y'all. But not manly. Or rich. Or white."

Jimi's vision blurs suddenly, so she takes off her glasses and sets them far to her side, pressing the heels of her palm against her eyes. What were they even saying? It's not like Pickles can relate – sure, there was that bit in the 80s, but things were different then. And then it got a lot worse. And he has money and influence and can just be without worrying about whether or not it'd get him fired. He has protection.

He doesn't get it. He can't. He can't possibly relate to growing up in Virginia, surrounded by woods and whispers, where the only thing that mattered was being a good, quiet child.

He can't relate to growing up in Tennessee, only experiencing the world through MTV because Mom kept them in the bumfuck countryside, and her classmates were mainly white farm kids. He couldn't understand how Jimi never knew if she loved Janet or wanted to be her, or Michael, or Tina. Or Prince. How everything flipped one day and they wanted to be called Jimi, not Jamila.

How once she graduated and huge shirts and baggy jeans were all the rage, they felt so comfortable and right, but she still wore her Poetic Justice box braids and cute crop tops because it was also the thing to do.

What did it matter even when she was dating, when her partner realized she was a woman, and that kissing her girlfriend also felt nice? Jimi didn't stay. Jimi couldn't decide. Jimi broke down, did her big chop, and wasted away for a decade that sped by in a blur of acrylic paints and droning office printers. Her personal life was nonexistent, and in the real world, it didn't matter how dark or light or fit or fat she was; they would never see women like her as such no matter what she did. Easier to just not be one.

What did it even matter, when Jimi was alone and just needed to pay rent?

Why was she even saying this now?

"Sorry, it doesn't matter. You can just call me Jimi. Or whatever. It doesn't really change anything. Still, you can just – see me as a dude. Or some chick. Whatever. "

There's a pregnant silence. Jimi closes her eyes, wanting to sink into the ground and just return to the earth, for fucking up this interaction with her very wealthy benefactor. Way to fucking go, girl.

She's certain Pickles is asleep, blissfully unaware and uncaring that it was okay to share feelings and emotions and all, even if that's some gay shit. Or that Jimi just barrelled over and fucked up the pleasant vibe they had going before she got all up in her own crap.

So when he speaks again, she jumps, startled out of her own spiral.

"Yanno, everyone was calling me a chick during Snakes n' Barrels," Pickles begins, softer than she's ever heard him speak. "The whole glam rock thing wasnt manly and all that other crap. I didn't really care. I had all the sex and money and blow I could ever want, and, shit. You couldn't find none'a that in Tomahawk. L.A. was… somethin' else."

Pickles shifts, sighs. Jimi can't tell if he's wistful or not; times were wild, back then. He continues. "Felt like you could do anything there, be anything. So I did. I was whatever I fuckin' wanted, and it was great. Between the blackouts, at least. And when I wanted somethin' else, somethin' heavier… I felt like I had to leave that behind."

He shrugs again. "All that gay shit wasn't metal, y'know? An' it worked. Dethklok happened, and I got everything I ever wanted, more than I ever did back then. I just stopped thinking about it."

Jimi chews her bottom lip during the second pause, then ventures: "You didn't stop thinking about it, did you?" She feels Pickles shake his head. Jimi tilts her face towards him, though she can't see much beyond her own curls and his bright dreads. Mainly the tip of his nose. "Is that why you did the reunion?"

"Part of it," Pickles snorts. "I wanted to step back into that old skin, see how it felt. And… it didn't feel much different. Nothing really changed, 'cept I don't got guys suckin' my dick nearly as often."

That checks out. Jimi's sometimes wondered how different things would be if Dethklok was out about that kind of thing, if they were like that. How that would change… everything. The rumors were vicious, but the devastation that could easily ensue if anything true came out would be more than her soft heart could handle. It'd probably get a lot worse before anything got better. Hadn't it always been safer to just keep it on the down low?

"So, yer not alone in that. I'm just Pickles. That's all I can be. I'm too old to be anything else."

"... You're not that old. Neither of us are." Jimi returns her gaze to the ceiling, which still undulates, moving further away, then closer. Guess her high is still going. "You've aged good, though."

"Aww, geez, yer makin' me blush!"

Jimi feels the smile in his voice, can picture the lopsided grin and twinkle in those mischievous green eyes. She smiles, too.

"So, you still wanna be called Jimi?"

"Yeah. Jamila's for people who don't know me like that, or family. It depends. There's nothing else I'd wanna be called."

"But dood's fine?"

"Yeah, dude is pretty whatever to me."

"Mmm, what about honey? Babe?"

"What–" Jimi's heart lurches to her throat. She laughs it off. "That's so unprofessional!"

"Aw, c'mahn! We're cool, right? What about me, huh?" Pickles rolls to his side, propping himself up on an arm so he can look down at her with glittering eyes. "Got any for me?"

"Douchebag." Pickles tosses his head back, laughing. "I dunno, sugah?"

"Ooh, I like that. Real country."

"And really inappropriate for this arrangement." But Pickles is grinning down at her, and Jimi's cheeks hurt, and she wonders if she'll reconsider.

#my writing #mtl oc #if the format is balls im sorry lmao #this is really for the discord

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fluffydavey · 1 year

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“ do you trust me? “ “ yes. “ sums up their entire relationship

reassurance starters || prompts

Jack's always been a light sleeper, even before the first time he had been sent to the refuge. Whenever someone asks him about this, he'll tell them it's a habit he's formed to make sure the others are all safe and counted for. It's better than talking about his time in the refuge.

Due to this, he's gotten pretty used to the sleeping pattern of his friends. Crutchie's a deep sleeper, but an early riser. Finch snores, loudly, which they've all gotten used to by this point. Splasher talks in his sleep, calling out for family members that he never dares mention when awake. Henry's the hardest to wake up, and Race can sleep almost anywhere which never seizes to impress him.

It's the first night that Davey spends in the penthouse that Jack realises that he's not the only one that has issues with sleep. Davey's a bundle of nervous energy in the day, which never seems to dwindle despite how long he's known them.

When Jack had managed to convince him to stay the night, he hadn't thought of the implications of Davey actually staying the night. Davey's currently sitting on his bed, already changed into his bedclothes, thankfully not looking at the shit-eating grin that's on Crutchie's lips.

Jack's careful when they finally call it a night, making sure that Davey has enough space to sleep easily. He's also acutely aware of the danger of getting too close to Davey and falling asleep on him, or waking up with his arms wrapped around him, but he won't admit that to anyone.

But Davey's tossing and turning, and Jack has an internal battle with himself about whether or not he should say anything. He knows Davey too well to realise the other boy will blame himself for Jack not sleeping either. Eventually, he caves, too concerned about Davey's lack of sleep.

"I told you I could sleep on the ground," Jack whispers, although he knows it's no use, Crutchie won't hear a thing.

"If anyone should be sleeping on the floor, it's me. I'm taking up your bed," Davey whispers back, and when Jack turns to look at him, he's looking up ahead of him at the stars in the sky. He wishes he could draw this exact moment, the stars reflecting off of Davey's hazel eyes and porcelain skin.

"Are you not comfortable or something?" he asks, forcing himself to look away.

"Are you kidding me? This is so much easier than sharing a bed with Les," he chuckles to himself, softly. "Normally I get kicked a lot, or the blanket is taken off of me. Oh, and on one night, he managed to push me off the bed and I had to sleep on the floor because I couldn't wake him up to move over again."

"Do you mind sharing a bed with your brother?" he asks, trying to picture the two boys in his head.

"Not really. It's that or sleep on the hard sofa," Davey answers, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I shouldn't be talking, I'm keeping you awake, sorry."

"I started talking to you," he points out, and he doesn't need to turn to watch Davey to know he's probably rolling his eyes at his comment. "So what is it?"

"I don't know," he says, and there's an uncomfortable silence that Jack isn't sure if he's supposed to fill in or not. But then, Davey turns on his side to face Jack, and Jack does the same, and sees a new emotion in Davey's eyes. "I guess I can't shut my brain off at night? I try to, but it's hard."

"I know what you mean," Jack admits, the words falling from his lips before he can stop them. There's a lot left unsaid between the two, but he doesn't think it's the time to delve deeper. "How much sleep do you normally get?

Davey doesn't answer the question for a while, until he realised that Jack won't give up until he gets an answer. "Not much. I'm used to it though, there's too much for me to do in the day to feel tired."

"That's no way to live, Davey. You're gonna crash sooner or later," he says, and Davey just frowns in response. He doesn't like seeing Davey like this, and the need to help his friend out is stronger than pushing away any unwanted feelings wins over. "Do you trust me?"

Davey doesn't even even need time to think, he answers with a quick "yes", which makes Jack's heart flutter.

"Just tell me to stop and we'll forget this ever happened, alright?" he asks, and Davey just watches him with a confused look on his face. There’s a brief moment of awkwardness, where Jack realises he doesn’t actually know what to do next. "I'm not – I don't cuddle people, usually." And then, Jack hesitantly curls around Davey, face tucked up against the nape of Davey's neck and hands spreading across his torso.

He expects Davey to push him away, or stay in an awkward position while his brain tries to catch up with what's happening, but Davey instantly melts into Jack's touch. "I'm sorry you have to do this."

"Shut up," he says lightheartedly, hoping Davey can't feel his heart racing in his chest. "Goodnight Davey."

"Goodnight Jackie," Davey whispers, and he’s definitely smiling, Jack can hear it.

They fall quiet then, slowly becoming comfortable in their positions and Jack finds his limbs growing increasingly heavy as he settles. He feels Davey's chest rising and falling and he feels a special kind of security when he notices their breaths syncing up.

He falls asleep pretty quickly after that.

#jack kelly #davey jacobs #my writing #guess who's insomnia has kicked in again #idek what this is but here we gooo

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unbrcakablc-hcart · 8 months

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sleep, chronic, relaxation, stress

all about health meme (answered ooc cuz vash would never share any this shit)

sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often?

{honestly, for vash, it varies... a LOT. in extreme cases, he gets as little as 3 hours (which is thankfully rare), and on the other end, he's been known to sleep for 12 hours straight (which generally means he's about to fall ill). most of the time, he falls between 6-8 hours, due to the fact that he wakes up between 7-9am no matter how late he falls asleep, which ranges anywhere from 10pm to 1am. it doesn't help him feel any less tired most of the time.}

{if he thinks he can get by with it, he DEFINITELY takes naps, and it's something he's started to do a lot more now that he's travelling with a group and feels safe enough to. he did it occasionally when he was on his own, but usually when he was between towns; he otherwise felt like he was being lazy and wasting time that he could be spending helping other people, and it's still hard to fight the feeling sometimes.}

{his general sleep quality HAS improved though, because now that he sleeps with wolfwood and the rest of the gang every night, he feels like it's relatively safe to take off his prosthetic arm and that they'll probably protect him long enough for him to put it back on if something were to happen.}

{but he still isn't very restful when he's asleep; he shifts around a lot and finds himself waking up slightly through the night whether he really registers it or not, typically because of chronic pain. on top of that, he's a light sleeper anyway; he used to be a deeper sleeper, but he's kind of trained himself out of it... in that he has so much anxiety. all the time. and knows it's never really safe to get TOO deep in sleep.}

{he's also... pretty nightmare prone. he tells himself he's used to it and for the most part, that's true, but god knows there's a lot of shit he just REFUSES to process and acknowledge that his subconscious dredges up when he's asleep and they've just gotten worse the longer he's been alive. he has nightmares more nights than not, and he tends to remember the more intense ones.}

{this man is honestly so sleep deprived please help him.}

chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day?

{so first of all. by this point vash definitely has chronic fatigue. and he definitely has a form of chronic pain. i'm tempted to give him fibromyalgia on top of everything else he has going on because it's something i personally have and idk what it's like to NOT have fibromyalgia honestly.}

{if you were to ask vash, he would tell you that it doesn't affect his day to day life much. and probably he's not entirely wrong, because this is just... The Way He Lives Now.}

{but he looks perpetually tired and almost always looks like he's in a little bit of pain, but he's gotten good at playing it off and hiding it. it's a small part of why he wears his shades All The Time; if he does things right, no one can notice the circles under his eyes and the wrinkle between his eyebrows that reveal these things.}

{he also tends towards having a bit of a limp when the pain really starts to get bad; he can force himself to ignore it, and usually he puts forth an effort to hide it so no one will notice enough to either worry, or take advantage of it.}

{vash is a very paranoid little man who hates giving off signs of weakness or vulnerability and if he starts to actively complain, he either trusts you a LOT, or you should worry. most likely, both.}

relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax?

{answering this one for lostcompact!!}

stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?

{vash can handle short-term stress pretty well; if it's something he knows how to handle, and he feels like he's helping someone, he almost relishes the stress and is pretty in control of the situation. it's why getting shot at doesn't REALLY bother him anymore, at least in the moment; it's afterwards where you have to worry.}

{the more stressed he gets, the more vash fidgets and squirms idly. this can be hard to detect if you've just met him because the guy already naturally fidgets, but if he starts to mess with his handcuff or if he starts to mess with his hands more than usual. he usually only really touches his handcuff when he's getting VERY nervous.}

{and, of course, he starts to whip out the empty, hurting grin.}

{in terms of behavior, he kind of goes... just about everywhere, but he makes an even more concerted effort to be funny, like SEE WOULD A DEPRESSED PERSON DO THIS [becomes the worst most annoying clown of a man no man's land has ever seen], but he's also got a tendency to just start crying at the drop of a hat without even knowing why, usually the moment he stops being busy and stops performing for people. this habit is one he hides the MOST.}

{stress especially results in him eating less frequently, feeling more nauseous, starting to shake, and having a harder time putting his thoughts together. if he's stressed AND feeling useless and worthless, his self-care just walks off a cliff to die, much to the chagrin of literally everyone he travels with, and he's being forced to learn to stop doing that.}

{his mental issues... also generally get a lot worse. his depression and anxiety ESPECIALLY.}

#livlaughlovio #ooc #ask #ask game response #about vash #long post ///#{SORRY. SO SORRY.}

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todaysthinks · 11 months

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Wedding Cake strain -- stream of consciousness review and panic advice

Start time of this writing: 10:24 PM

First thoughts about wedding cake having taken my last hit about 18 minutes ago: my head is heavy, I can't find the words I need, but I feel compelled to write. I started writing something completely different and just deleted it all because I couldn't find the right words. I just wanted to make sure it came out sounding not-curated at all.

About 20 minutes in, my head isn't heavy any more, and as I look at the screen my peripherals turn mushy. For the last few moments my heart felt like it was racing and I had to take a quick break to check. It wasn't- the effects of this high

-- 10:37: a firework just went off VERY close to the house. Holy hell that made me JUMP! I guess this strain is a jumpy strain because I felt the pop inside my gut. The house is quiet and I'm in the zone, and even though I'm not -fearful- I'm still shaking from the adrenaline. I'll have to be mindful of that.

What I was going to say is, there is a "gassy feeling, if having gas felt like an insides massage" kind of effect that spreads through the middle of your head first and then right after you start to feel it there, you'll feel it in your solar plexus area. Then it spreads upward through your chest and connects to the spread that started in your head. They've about connected and it's getting harder to type. I'm aware of the awkward angle of my wrists right now and sitting up stiff and straight is surprisingly easy.

If my nose is correct I mostly smell citrus and gasoline and a stinky nose tickle. *checking* "Rich and tangy with undertones of earthy pepper," says Leafly. Close enough? I get lots of caryophyllene and probably limonene. I'm not sure where the sedative effect comes from- there's something that smells familiar but that I can't identify. It's allergy season and nonstop storms, so I'll blame it on the stuffiness today.

-- 10:46 more fireworks, and some very angry little birdies outside all squealing about it, lol!

It is hard to get up but I need to. This feels like a strain that will give me the low blood pressure drowsy as soon as I stand up. Where your vision fades and you get heavy for ten seconds? Low pressure strain. I'll have to watch out for it too if that is indeed what this is.

At this point, my body feels.... tight. How else can I explain this? like a balloon exactly my size but 1 square mm of surface area more being inflated inside my body. It fits snug and feels comfy. I can't tell *where* the high lies... in my muscles? I for sure feel it marinating in my back muscles. Normally if I sit too long, one of my deep core guys starts to spasm and it makes me jolt. But that isn't happening right now! (I'll come back and update this if at some point I fall asleep with some still in my system.)

My guy is waking up from a nap and I'm telling him about what I'm up to. I am word dumb. It is extremely hard to put sentences together. I don't recommend it as a social strain unless you're cool with feeling a little awkward. This is definitely a "get your brain latched onto something" strain. I'd love it at a concert (during the concert part only, not the in-between chit chat time). I have yet to see how it will affect art. Update: 11:21, oneish hour after starting this post, words are coming back in small doses!

This strain *thankfully* doesn't bring me to a place of deep ponderings. I say thankfully because I meant to smoke *way* earlier and if it's too dark or eerie outside my mind starts freaking me out. None of that. I feel mostly being present-ness and not a strong need to talk. I'm also thankful that it doesn't make me deep think because I am extremely enjoying the body and ease-of-digital-expression effects, and if it was a strain that makes me susceptible to going to the dark place then it will go on a !huge! list of strains that feel nice/give me creative visions, but also make me go to the bad place. So, this is a nice change.

I'm not really thinking about anything in particular at all. This will be very helpful for sleep time, but it's getting reeeally heady. Which means if it's still in me during sleep time, my head will feel painful pressure and I won't be able to sleep. Will update tomorrow.

Things I will try next time: seeing how playing keyboard and music writing goes. I feel very...... stable. :) And craving tater tots.

If you are on the verge of a panic attack smoking this strain and need a sitter: Try to get yourself to a place where there's a constant, predictable, maybe low-mid volume sound going on around you. The sparkly sensation you feel in your face and ears is supposed to happen! Realize that this isn't a strain that will take you to dark places without some help from yourself. So, all you have to do is get distracted by doing something with your hands, not something that you have to think about too much. Just something you can get sucked into. You might be a little word-dumb so try to keep it brief and don't get sucked into any "I'd like you to meet someone"s. It has been about an hour and 25 minutes and the effects are starting to chill out.

End time: 11:26 PM

#cannabis #weed #weed review #tripsitter #thc #stream of consciousness

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littlest-dark-age · 3 years

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Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep.

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it.

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic.

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless.

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it.

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures.

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music.

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do.

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.

#damiano david x reader #måneskin #maneskin #damiano david #damiano david x y/n #damiano david imagine #damiano david headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin x y/n #måneskin imagine #måneskin headcannon #maneskin x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n

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jadegreenimmortality · 3 years

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Bungou Stray Dogs Men as Househusbands pt.1 - Sakunosuke Oda

A/N: I’m sorry that this isn‘t a request, but this brain rot has been going on since forever and now I can’t resist it anymore. I totally blame @hanazou for this. There will also be a part two featuring Chuuya, but his part has a completely different feeling to it, that's why I'll post these separately. Besides of that, this is basically an “Way of the Househusband!AU”. Go watch the show or read the manga if you don’t know it, it’s absolutely hilarious! This is mainly focused on them as househusbands, but since you are their spouse, there’s also a bit of reader insert. Also, a lot of Oda as a dad to his orphans. And the whole thing is feat. Dazai. (^^)

Pairings: Oda x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, domestic fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: You, Oda and the orphans move in together. While you become the working spouse, your loving husband stays at home and becomes a full-time househusband.

pt. 2

First things first - If you agree to marrying Sakunosuke Oda, you are also agreeing to become the parent of five children. Oda loves you and you are one of two main reasons he’s leaving the Mafia, the other being his life purpose. But if he’s leaving the Mafia, he’s keeping those kids in (if they want him to of course, but you can’t tell me they don’t, come on -)

So yeah, be ready.

He only cooks spicy curry at the beginning. The curry shop owner gave him the exact recipe of his favourite plate as a goodbye gift and that’s the only thing he is cooking for days on end. He has some basic cooking skills, but this is the only really elaborated dish he knows how to prepare as of now, so be ready to suffer from the spice. It will go on like that until all six of you you and the kids hold an intervention for him. The kids will paint nice banners like they were going to a demonstration saying "No more curry" that they hang up in the living room and he’ll be greeted by your sorrowful face when he comes back from buying groceries.

“What’s this?” – “Oh honey, I’m so sorry, its just…” – “WE CAN’T TAKE THE SPICE ANYMORE STOP COOKING CURRY ALREADY!” – “…I mean…yeah.”

Of course, he’ll be a bit embarrassed and disappointed. May scratch his neck and look to the side thoughtfully. But he’ll take your plead seriously.

This is also how you bond with the kids for the first time. Congratulations, huddling up against someone is always the best way to bond!

He works hard on his cooking skills after that and becomes quite the formidable cook. He takes suggestions from you and the kids and will try to learn how to cook anything you might fancy to eat. It’s really important to him that all of you are happy and cooking may be the most important job of a house spouse, so he takes it very seriously.

There will be curry Tuesday though. One day of spice hell. Enjoy.

Please picture Oda in his usual attire, wearing a beige “kiss the cook” apron over it and bunny slippers. You’re welcome.

He'll learn how to make anime and cartoon-themed bentos for the kids, so it's highly probable you'll get cutely designed bentos as well. Again, you may drop suggestions, he’ll absolutely take them into considerations. Octopus sausages, bunny apple slices, cute bear faces made out of rice, he’ll learn to do them all. He isn’t too sappy of a person, but if he’s feeling romantic while cooking, your rice could also have the shape of a heart. Either way, your co-workers will be very envious of your food and your husband.

Oda iss the master of negotiation at the food market. He’ll be completely stoic all the time, not aggressive or dismissive at all, but he’ll point out little flaws of the products in a way that most shop owner’s won’t be able to deny and that’s how he gets discounts. He doesn’t want to cheat anyone out of their money, but he does have seven mouths to feed.

He may not look like it, but if any of the kids tag along for his grocery shopping, it's really hard for him to deny them something if they beg for it. He may seem unnervingly calm all the time, but he’s a big softie, especially for those kids and for you, and if they hang at his sleeves long enough, they’ll get that ice-cream they want so badly. That doesn’t work on pricier items though, he can be a strict parent when really needed.

Oda is great at handling the finances. He’s well aware that he has to be thrifty with five kids. Still, there is one thing where he struggles to keep his control: books.

If you agree to it, the apartment will have an absolutely minimalistic interior, but! In your living room, there will be a shelf full of books, so big it covers a whole wall. That’s it, that’s Oda’s only weak spot when spending money.

It’s not only books for him though. He buys books for you when he sees something from your favourite author or genre. He buys books for the kids so they learn the joy of literature. Poems, bed time stories he wants them to grow up appreciating the possibilities of the written word.

You can bet that he’ll read them bed time stories. Only one book for all five of them though, so one kid gets to choose a story each day.

He’ll read to you as well if you want him to. His voice is incredibly calm and soothing, he’s a really good reader. There’s a high probability you’ll fall asleep while he reads to you. You can cuddle up in bed and rest your head on his shoulder or sit on his lap and hide your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice in his chest.

Whenever he has some time to spare, he’ll retire to your shared bedroom to write. Mind you, that won’t happen often. It happens mainly on weekends, when the kids are with friends and/or you are at home. If you want to do him a favour, consider cooking on the weekends, he’ll be more than thankful for the opportunity to submerge in his beloved writing. But don’t worry, it won’t consume him – he’ll always put some time aside to spent with you, without the kids, as well ¬‿¬.

He's so polite with the neighbours. Will pay all his neighbours a short visit together with the kids to introduce himself and bring little gifts. Just imagine him standing there in the door frame, witih all five kids around his legs, smiling at their new neighbours angelically - what's not to love?

He really wants to maintain a good relationship to all of them. Basically, he’s the perfect neighbour – always polite, always up to a little chat, always ready to listen to neighbour A complain over neighbour B without snitching. He’s mainly concerned for the wellbeing the kids though. He wants them to feel part of the community and often arranges play dates with the neighbour kids. If it's possible at the neighbour’s house because five kids are a lot to handle already…and when they are all out of the apartment, it’s cleaning time.

Oda is an angel of patience and the ultimate multitasker. He isn’t left with much of a choice with five kids, but thankfully, calm lies in his nature. You may see him explaining Sakura her math homework while cutting vegetables for today’s lunch. Then, he’ll take a quick glance out of the window to see if they boys are still playing on the street where he can see them and then he’ll check on Sakura again. Isn’t he lovely?

His ability is unexpectedly helpful for all of this. If he’s in the living room to clean, his ability will alarm him if the food’s about to burn. If he’s around the kids, he’ll know in time if one is about to trip. If you come home from work so tired you fall asleep face first in your soup, he’ll be able to catch you. So useful.

He’s a very attentive and loving husband. His love is mainly expressed by keeping the house as clean as he can and putting a lot of effort into cooking. Your work is hard enough, he takes it upon himself to manage everything else. He’ll also try to have the kids well-behaved so they don’t demand too much from you after you come home from work. Though if you decide to pull yourself together and give them attention and love even when tired, he’ll be more than thankful. He knows it’s a lot to ask to be a parent, especially to not one, but FIVE kids that are not yours by blood. So if you actively seek to have a close bond to them, it will make him so incredibly happy because he knows it’s not the natural course of action for everyone.

Will give you head, shoulder and foot massages after an especially excruciating day of work. His hands are skillful and he knows where to touch to make you moan to release the tension from your muscles.

Likes to lie his head in your lap after both of you had a long day of work. Yes, you may be the provider, but keeping a house clean and five kids under control isn’t an easy job either! So, he’ll seek peace laying his head on your thighs and closing his eyes while you tussle his hair and tell him about your day. Don’t expect more than a mumbled “Mm” or “I see” from time to time, but be sure that he’s listening.

And the Port Mafia? You’re in luck - since he was the lowest-ranking member, The Mafia, by which I mean Mori isn’t bothered that he left. He refused to kill anyways, he’s to no use to them him.

Of course, Oda will try to be absolutely sure there is no hidden reason for Mori to hinder his leave beforehand, or to resent him for it. The last thing he wants is to endanger you or the kids by leaving his job as a criminal.

If he ever meets a member of the PM in public, he'll act as if he doesn't know them. He may give them a polite nod if they make eye contact, but that’s about it. It’s not that he resents them, but he really wants to start a new life here that isn’t connected to killing and cruelty at all. If they approach him he'll be very polite, but try to keep the conversation short, even if they seem to have no ulterior motive.

Of course, there’s one member of the Port Mafia that marks the exception, by which I mean to say that you’ll have Osamu Dazai over for tea regularly. No, he won’t announce himself at all. The first time he appears at your apartment, you’re just finishing to unpack. He’ll tand at your doorstep all of a sudden to tell Oda that Mori already knows where he moved to. Oda will just nod as an acknowledgement. He expected as much. And then he’ll give you a questioning look. If you nod, he’ll officially asking his friend to stay for dinner. You’ll be having curry.

From then on, he’ll just drop by whenever. You may come back home from time to time to find dinner ready, the kids in bed and your husband and Dazai drinking. If you join them, you will have some truly joyful evenings spend together. You’re Oda’s chosen one, so Dazai is a bit more inclined to let you get close than he is with others. You may make a new friend in the process.

It doesn’t take a lot of time for the kids to start calling him Uncle Dazai. He’ll actually be Uncle Dazai before they ever call Oda Dad or you Mom/Dad. It will take them mere weeks to call him uncle, but months, maybe years to call the two of you Dad/Mom. It will happen eventually though, and the day it happens, I assure you that you will see Oda spill tears of happiness. He’ll be looking away, wiping his face with one hand and smiling. He never thought he would want this, but now he knows he does.

Back to Dazai! He’s reserved with the kids at first. As we know, he doesn’t feel all to comfortable around “childish behaviour”. But kids are like cats, the feel drawn to the one that’s most cautious. By which I mean to say that they are all over him. Literally. Oda will leave for five minutes and when he’s back at the living room the kids will have tackled a slightly unnerved Dazai on the floor. Sakura wants him to see the drawings she made, Katsumi, Kousuke and Yuu want to play, Shinji wants to ask him what's under his bandages. He’ll have no choice but to oblige and it goes surprisingly well. Oda may abuse him as a baby-sitter when he visits from then on.

Then suddenly, Dazai stops visiting altogether. You are worried, but Oda, for some reason, isn’t. Even more, whenever you ask him about it, you may catch him smiling to himself in a satisfied, proud way. No, Dazai didn’t tell him anything. If Oda would know, it would endanger all of you. But he knows. He knows that Dazai finally made his choice to leave the Port Mafia and needs to lay low now. And that’s okay.

It takes Dazai two years to come back, which will be just as sudden as him leaving. You’ll be astounded to see him a changed man at first sight. Oda will scold him for not sending any notice and then everything is normal again. And after some more years, he’ll start bringing along a scrawny kid with white hair.

A/N: Wow, this is the first post I put a "keep reading" link in because it's so long! That's kind of a milestone for me. ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading!

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a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 · 2 years

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YES ANON I CAN BE SO QUIET HERE

anyways idk who your favorite boys are but what are your thoughts on their night time routine with their partners? like getting ready for bed even if they have to drag listener to bed as well

Oh I've thought about this

My favorites are easily David, Sam, Gavin, and Hux

I feel like Freelancer and Hux are the easiest couple to get to bed. It helps that Hux is such a cuddley person that you just want to crawl into bed with him, but they just cooperate well. They absolutely brush their teeth next to each other in the mirror and have on occasion raced to see who could get a complete clean faster just for kicks. I like to think Hux is mostly a spooner but is content as long as he's holding Freelancer in really anyway.

Gavin and Freelancer are only slightly harder to get to bed and it's absolutely because of Gavin. On occasion yeah, it's because he's suggested sex again but I think he's just fussy. He has a lot of energy being around the Freelancer just naturally and so settling is tough for him but the promise of cuddling in bed wins him over. He's always got to have some sort of skin to skin contact with them, even when they're out and about. They're holding hands, locking pinkies, anything and in bed, he prefers to sleep in just his underwear at most so that he can have as much contact as possible. Freelancer loves it too, it reminds them that he's there and it's very reassuring. Before falling asleep they exchange kisses and sweet nothings and see who the first one to fall asleep is.

Angel can be tricky to get to bed mostly because they love poking fun at Davey along with edging on being a workaholic. If they aren't joking around with Davey, "ooooh nooo my body is too heavy! I can't get up, you've gotta pick me up and take me to bed!" And the like, they're probably at their computer absorbed in work. It's never on purpose, they just lose track of time a little too easily and they have to get pulled out of it which is thankfully easy. On a good night, Davey will just walk up behind them, wrap his arms around their neck from behind and press a kiss to their head to remind them of the time. On a "bad" night, he'll slam the laptop shut provided Angel's fingers aren't going to town on the keyboard and just throw them over his shoulder and carry them to bed.

Do I even need to explain with this last one? Sometimes Sam feels like he's taking care of a child instead of his partner. Darlin' is very difficult to get to bed on most nights, being defiant and insisting they aren't tired when it's obvious they are. Sam will always sigh and give in the first couple of times but around "I'm not tired yet, you can go without me" #3 he puts his foot down and pulls out his dad voice to tell them they need sleep. On a tougher night for Darlin', all they need is one request and they're crawling into bed. They just need touch and know that Sam is happy to provide. Alternatively though, on tough nights for Sam, he usually doesn't say but Darlin' can tell. They like to shift for him so that he can pet their fur as he falls asleep.

#this got. way longsr than i thought it would HA #its fine i had fun!#redacted asmr #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #redacted david #redacted davey #redacted sam #sleep headcanons #huxley x freelancer #gavin x freelancer #david x angel #sam x darlin

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frickfrackiwastakingabath · 2 years

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Anyway sorry for the death my school just finished a play lol

Anyway take Curses Corrupt

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Caught Up

Tw spiders, threats, fear of death, fearplay, vore mentions, mouthplay, swearing

Nsfw do NOT interact

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Tommy's face was wet. He was sweating from the heat of the summer night. And the hour long fight or flight mode he couldn't act upon. And the crying.

The drider was sleeping most likely. It was hard to tell since her glowing eyes shown through her eyelids, but from the web Tommy could see Eret's eyes were at least closed.

Craning his neck around, Tommy could see that the rest of the party had their eyes closed. Asleep? Probably not with how much they were squirming in the web, but at least trying to.

Tommy bent awkwardly, seeing if his mouth could reach his cocoon thing, thankfully the answer was yes. Tubbo was more of the books person, but Tommy would have sworn he read spiders wrap up their prey before they eat them.

The web's were dusty from the dirt and sand if the cave, but eventually Tommy had enough wiggle room to reach his sword and cut away the webbing. He looked down, noticing he was only about ten feet away from the ground, one of the lower ones.

Tommy thought for a moment. The web was too stick for him to climb without getting stuck again, but there was no way Tommy could leave the rest of his party.

The town was miles away, so going there and back would get him back to the cave as the sun rises. Plus time to organise an army to take down this shapeshifting bitch, Tommy would be back around ten in the morning. That should be enough time to sav e the others.

Assuming Eret doesn't decide to just eat them as soon as she sees Tommy is gone.

Tommy dropped to the ground before he could dwell on that any longer. The gravel shifted under him as he landed, crouching to the ground to minimise the shock of falling.

Dim white eyes started glowing, no longer behind a muffler. Even without pupils, Tommy could tell Eret was staring directly at him.

"Well well," Eret rose from their sleeping spot. Tommy froze, not realising how sensitive their hearing must be for a forest monster. "You certainly don't look it, but you are clever."

Before Tommy could think of moving, Eret plucked him off the ground, holding him in one hand and using their other hand to poke and prod at him.

Their nails were sharp, Tommy was sure he was being bruised from the tight grip and scraped from the scratching.

"I'm feeling rather famished..." Eret brought Tommy closer up to their face. "And I have five others to play with-"

"No no nO NO NO-" Tommy squirmed, desperately pushing at Eret's hands to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy saw the other stuck on the web, leaning forward, eyes wide, not being able to make a sound. Their mouths were covered, but their eyes were screaming, pleading for the gods to have mercy on their friend.

Eret's mouth was open wide, their warm breath brushing Tommy. Their tongue pressed against him, savoring the taste. He supposed not many adventurers came by because of the giant shapeshifter, and in turn Eret didn't get much food. A terrible cause and effect Tommy and the rest of the party were outliers in.

"PLEASE!" Tommy grabbed onto Eret's fangs, sharp enough that his hands were bleeding by holding onto them. Eret surprisingly stopped, but continued his ratified humming.

"I'll tell you what," Eret brought Tommy out of his mouth. He wasn't too covered in saliva since driders didn't produce a lot, but he still felt sticky and gross. "I'm keeping you all around to play with, so let's play a game."

Tommy was placed back onto the ground, still stumbling in his shock. He looked up at the glowing white eyes, squinting at him in amusement.

"I'll even give you a head start," Eret said, like he was a reasonable person. "Have you ever played tag, Tommy? Or hide and seek?"

Chills went down his spine as the monster used his name. He gave that to a human Eret out of trust, not for a giant spider to use in taunts.

"Just like those old games," Eret said. Tommy hated how casual he sounded, so nonchalant. "I'll see how fun you are, how long you last, and see if it's worth keeping you around. Ready-"

Tommy sprinted off, not waiting for Eret to count down. No. Nope. No way in FUCK was that happening.

The forest was vast, thick in foliage. It was hard to navigate or to sprint through. Tommy tripped over roots, got caught on bushes, but nothing would stop him with the quick calculated scuttle he could hear behind him.

Blood rushed to his ears, ringing. His heart was beating against his dry throat, his sweat freezing him as it cooled in the night wind. Tommy barely felt himself breathing, or hear his feet on the leafy forest floor as he ignores all the running techniques his knight had shown him. He was blind on adrenaline.

Blind enough to fall down a hill, apparently.

Tommy tripped, rolling down the hill unfashonably. His legs were bruised on the roots and trees he hit, and his ankle swelled up. As he tried to stand again, Tommy fell forward. He couldn't run anymore.

"Tommy..." He

Tommy's heart leaped as he scrambled on all fours to a caved in tree, dead and hallow on the inside so Tommy could squeeze into it. He held his breath, even though he was sure Eret would've been able to hear his thundering heart beat.

"I've got to say, I'm impressed with how fast you went," Eret shrugged. He loomed over the tree Tommy was in. "But that fall down this hill can't have been fun for you."

Eret stretched out, their legs retracting back into their twisting body. They transformed into a naga, winding around TOMMY'S tree to get a better veiw of the forest, like they needed it.

The end of their tale blocked the entrance. FUCK shit fuck fuck fuck...

Tommy covered his mouth, taking shallow breaths so Eret wouldn t hear his runny nose. Tommy was shaking like a leaf as Eret stayed in her spot. There was no way she didn't know he was there, she was toying with him.

Proving his point, Eret squeezed her tail around the tree, Tommy hearing the bark snap. And it was getting tighter and tighter and the tree was eventually uprooted, crackling and breaking as Eret crushed it. Tommy felt suffocated.

Eret's tail by the door tensed up, the walls shrinking in to crush the part of the tree Tommy was in. He let go of his mouth, desperately going to the entrance and screaming. No no no no no..."

But Eret's game was done. They let go of the tree, all dust and wood chips now, smiling down at their bug to crush.

"I will admit," Eret nodded. "That was fun."

Tommy, limp, made no struggle as he was wrapped again and placed on the web back at the cave. The rest of the party was relieved to see him alive and back, but suspicious of how torn up he looked. His leather armour was ripped, there were leaves and twigs on his hair. He was exhausted.

Against his will and caution, Tommy gave into exhaustion and drifted to unconsciousness. In his nightmares, he was chased with weights on his legs.

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