#but the one thing that would absolutely break my heart is that my dog lives with my mom and its not like i couldnt still see her but i feel
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When I say with my entire being in my heart of hearts that I know with certainty that this-this-this THING right here would do the absolute most unbelievable petty gross obsessive dahmer level shit to you
He's petty he's evil he's got a childlike fascination for seeing what breaks people down and I hate him I hate him I hate him but ALSO what that dick do tho? 🤔
Mahito is the yandere over here doing shit like imprisoning you for his own selfishness and perhaps genuine affection but making you live in absolute deplorable conditions because He's Not Fucking Human And He Doesn't Even Know How To Feed You. He locks you away and disappears for an entire day and comes back with like a single can of wet dog food that he watches you eat from a squatting position like 5 inches away looking at you like Harley Quinn and the egg sandwich. Motherfucker would take all your clothes because he wants to see more of "the natural shape of you" and then doesn't understand why you start shivering. Or he deliberately keeps you like that because he wants to see how long it takes you to crack and beg him for help. He wants to see the depths of your pride as you refuse to grovel, curious of the lengths you'll go, the limits of your body against the chill
This depraved fuck will do dehumanizing little emotional experiments on you where he does shit just because he wants to see how you think and feel and what you'll do and I mean like he'll do SOME REAL SHIT. I'm talking maybe he's stalking you and you can't fight or use cursed techniques and you think he's just like, a human shaped spirit or something who's just a trickster, he's not being violent or getting you alone or anything yet, and then you come home to your apartment one day and he's literally disemboweled your cat on your coffee table and he's playing with pieces of it and says you were giving it more attention than him and sits there pouting as you scream and even tries to like touch you or hold your hand or hug you with. The fucking blood covered hands. like he would be so fucked up on purpose, "awww do you need me to hold you? You're so sensitive but i dont mind :3"
This man out here like "wdym you want me to stay away from you, all I did was kill your cat kill your mom kill your neighbor kill your best friend kill your boss' cousins' landlords' newborn baby BUT WAS THAT REALLY SO BAD 🥺" and does something infinitely worse to scare/coerce you into tolerating his presence
I'm not really uh into body horror or gore but as a side detail I feel like. Uh. There's like a legitimate risk of him actually unintentionally REALLY hurting you and has to use his powers to heal you. Like the one good thing he does is if he were to have you on death's door or like horribly injured he could just. Fix it. He twists a limb in a way he doesn't know it's not supposed to go and breaks it and then puts you back together like a broken toy while ooo'ing and aaa'ing at the way your skin stretches over the grotesque misalignment. Dare I say the horror of "him putting things that are way too big or weirdly shaped in you" also yeah he's one of the things he's putting in you and he's got a really gross like fascination with learning all about that stuff
He's really living just to see how many different ways he can make you cry and how many different emotions he can get you to display, just absolutely dedicated to terrorizing you while also chasing his own internal weird repressed desire for his own sort of belonging. You could be sitting there sobbing and he's either borderline getting off on it or he's standing there MAKING FUN OF YOUR CRIES like deadass even fake crying back to you
And the worst part is he'll do all this fucking shit to you and then the night comes and he'll still be over here like "and you'll let me cuddle you while you sleep right? 👉👈" and he'll be doing that Every. Single. Night. And what are you gonna do, try and kill yourself? Have fun risking accidentally making yourself a Curse and being stuck with him basically FOREVER
#yandere x reader#mahito x reader#yandere stuff#yandere jjk#also sukuna would say disgusting shit out of yujis mouth face just to embarrass you both zend post#sinprompts
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Phantomhive daughter AU has been taking over my brain.
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Vincent Phantomhive, the queen's guard dog. London's most eligible bachelor after the death of his wife. A man with a cold heart and cunning smile. Who has wits like no other and two equally smart sons.
The man who can manipulate people into doing things they never thought of doing. Mostly for his benefit.
This man, one of the most powerful people in London if not in the whole of England, has the sweetest, most kind-hearted daughter. An absolute sweetheart who couldn't even hurt a fly. She would help the servants simply to create a bond with them. She got the stubborness from her father and the angelic looks from her mother. A rare gem that the Phantomhive males set their lives on to protect.
She is always at her father's side. If not him, she's with one of the twins. No one has ever seen her alone. Bright young men are betting against each other about who could sweep the little Phantomhive lady off her feet.
No one has been able to do it yet, but just a few stay determined.
Now, with the twins attending Weston College and Vincent being out for business, it's open season for the young men.
Vincent has prepared for this, of course, and set Tanaka on 'protecting' duty. Alas, it is still his daughter, and his wits didn't pass her either. She's even worse with her tricks than Vincent ever was.
She is able to escape the mansion in one way or another, just to finally go outside again after her father left.
Vincent is strict with his daughter, but it doesn't really bother her most of the time.
It's just that when someone has been inside for two weeks, they would like to leave the premise for a bit.
Even if they have to break a few sacred rules to do it.
Daughter Phantomhive is intelligent, but when it comes to the real world, she doesn't have any knowledge of it.
She's too kind to the people on the street, puts too much trust in the shady man trying to sell her stuff.
Usually, Ciel was there to link their arms and fend of any unwanted salesman or just men in general. [Redacted] was there to distract her when Ciel got a bit...too heated.
But now she was on her own, no protection. Open season.
When the gossiping starts that the Phantomhive daughter is walking all alone on the streets, it'll only take minutes before nobles come from left and right to woo the young lady.
She is overwhelmed by the amount of attention, not knowing how to ward them off or how to excuse herself.
If Tanaka wasn't as 'trained' as he is, she would've thrown hands to get out. He found her in no time after he realized she tricked him.
Giving the nobles a stern look (if looks could kill) and guiding lady Phantomhive back to the mansion, he had to contact Vincent. With protests of the rule breaker, he eventually managed to get ahold of Vincent.
He was home in a day.
Goodbye privileges.
Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up. With his daughter growing older, smarter, and more rebellious, and Vincent being away for business all the time while his boys are at school, he couldn't keep her safe forever.
It was a last resort, but Undertaker was his only solution.
Undertaker would love to watch over precious miss Phantomhive, but alas, he is busy himself with some...project.
Of course, he doesn't like seeing his friend so distraught. So maybe he has another solution , one he isn't fond of himself.
Summoning a demon to protecting his daughter at all times.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
If it wasn't for Undertaker’s obsession interest in the Phantomhive family, he would never have helped with or even suggested this.
Vincent would get his hands red for his daughter. His soul was a cheap price to pay.
Finding a sacrafical lamb wasn't hard to come by as well.
Undertaker left right as the ritual started, not wanting to deal with the demon that was about to appear.
Sebastian.
That was the name of your new butler. The one your father hired to watch over you while he and your brothers were gone.
You had made a light joke about him having the same name as your and your brother's late dog. You had picked it out.
Sebastian only frowned at your remark.
What a great start.
The quite intimidating butler hovered over your shoulder day in and day out. Always ignoring your request for some privacy with a smile. Small talk didn't happen regularly as you chose to ignore the heavy presence of the man.
You tried every trick in your book to get rid of him even if it was only for a private strole through the garden. Sebastian only seemed amused by your attempts and encouraged you to keep trying. No matter what, he would always find you.
You never got angry with him, maybe a little fussy, but never angry. You started to like this cat and mouse game. It was something to keep your mind busy in these lonely days.
Vincent was a bit...stunned to see you hanging onto the chandelier when he got home. You weren't wearing one of the gowns he got you. Instead, you were dressed as a peasant boy. Even had your hair tucked neatly under a hat.
You were trying a new plan. Climb onto the chandelier via the stairs. Hide up there until you were certain Sebastian was at the other side of the mansion, and then go out looking like someone completely different to make it impossible to find you.
Your smile was forced as you awkwardly climbed down the stairs. You hadn't expected your father to come home today. Usually, he would send you a hundred letters asking how you were doing and that he would be home soon. He didn't do any of that on this business trip.
You just hoped he wasn't mad.
To your suprise, he took off the hat and kissed the crown of your head. He walked away with a smile as he waved the hat at you and told you to change.
Huh, guess he thought it was funny.
Your father seemed more at ease with this new butler watching you like a hawk.
Your brothers were a bit on the defense, though.
When it was family visiting weekend at Weston College, they could not stop staring daggers at Sebastian. You told them to be nice, but they argued that they didn't trust him one bit. Your father had to tell them off at one point when Ciel would literally shoo Sebastian away as [Redacted] showed you around the school.
Brothers will be brothers.
It was only when your father had a talk with your brothers behind closed doors (that you totally didn't eavesdrop on by hiding in the secret passageways of your home) that you started to get suspicious of who or what Sebastian was.
Your brothers had accepted the butler after that talk.
Your gut yelled at you even more when your father received yet another envelope stamped with the queen's sigil (that you totally didn't intercept when the mailman came), and shortly after he and Sebastian had some business at Weston College.
This was also the first time you were allowed to come along with your father.
Vincent had some business to do with the principal of the school. Sebastian became an undercover teacher. You had to swear to keep secret while you were trapped yet in another building. This time with everyone on your ass at all times.
Ah well, you were looking for a new challenge anyway.
Especially when four prefects were more than willing to help.
If only you knew their real intentions.
Your father wished you inherited his people reading skills instead of his art for tricking people.
#rice can't help it#kuroshitsuji#yandere bb#yandere black butler x reader#yandere kuroshitsuji x reader#yandere kuroshitsuji#yandere vincent phantomhive#yandere vincent x reader#yandere vincent#yandere vincent phantomhive x reader#yandere platonic ciel phantomhive#platonic yandere#plantonic black butler#platonic vincent Phantomhive
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Eddie Saves Steve's Birthday
Part 2 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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Eddie felt awful, in fact, he’d never felt worse. He would rather go back to the Upside Down and get torn into by bats again than have to hear Steve say that the Party only cared about him as the babysitter. He couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of a big birthday celebration than Steve and instead he was working a long shift at Family Video alone without any acknowledgement of his birthday from the kids. It wasn’t fair.
He used to think Steve had everything. He was the cool jock, rich kid with rich parents, huge house, and tons of friends. Eddie never could have imagined then that Steve was just another lonely kid with absent parents and friends that forgot about his birthday. Even now, they were both part of the same group that had literally risked their lives to save them from the creepy-crawlies in the Upside Down and no one paid enough attention to realize it was Steve’s birthday.
Just thinking about the defeated look on Steve’s face made Eddie’s heart stutter in grief. He didn’t care what it took, he was going to fix this. But to do that, he was going to need Wayne.
By the time Eddie got home from his talk with Steve and the minor freakout he had in the back of his van, Wayne was getting ready to leave for work. That just wouldn’t do. So Eddie did the one thing that always worked for him and threw his arms around his uncle in a restrictive embrace.
“Uncle Wayne, I need your help. It’s absolutely urgent, life-threatening, you could say. I need you and if you don’t help me, I will die.”
Wayne was far too used to his dramatics to fall for that. He patted Eddie’s back before trying to gently pry himself free. “Kid, my shift starts in an hour, I gotta get goin’.”
“No, I’m serious, I really need your help. Everyone forgot Steve’s birthday today! He’s devastated, I’m horrified, Robin is on a date, and the kids are unhelpful! I need you!” Eddie broke out his most potent puppy dog eyes and blinked up at his uncle.
Wayne sighed. “I’ll tell Craig I have a stomach bug. What do you need me to do?”
“Steve gets off work at ten tonight. I need you to distract him towards the end of his shift and get him to come back here. Kidnap him if you have to, that’s what the Chief does and it always seems to work.”
“Kidnap him? Eds-” Wayne started but Eddie cut him off.
“Please! I have to steal a camera from Jonathan, break into the Harrington house, and bribe the bakers into giving me a cake. I don’t have time to force Steve to come over too.”
“Now wait a minute, all of that sounds criminal. Eddie-” Wayne sounded the most alarmed that he ever has but Eddie took it in stride.
“Wayne. He said he hasn’t celebrated his birthday in years, literal years. And considering you have a birthday every year, that’s a lot of birthdays that he’s spent alone. So we have to get him here by any means necessary and show the pretty bastard that we love him. Okay?”
Wayne looked at him for a long time but eventually he gave a little nod. “What time should I head out?”
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Steve wasn’t used to seeing Wayne around town and he had never once come into Family Video. So when the bell rang and swung open to reveal a stressed Wayne Munson, he didn’t really know what to think. Wayne looked around the store slightly before walking directly up to the counter.
Steve nodded at him and narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Um hey, Mr. Munson. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?”
Wayne scratched a hand through his beard before humming. “You, uh, you have any good recommendations?”
“You want to hear about my recommendations? Really?” Steve looked at him, flabbergasted. No one had ever cared to ask what he watched.
“‘Course, that’s why I asked. What do you like to watch? Anything good?”
“Have you seen Back to the Future? It was a little hard to understand because he actually goes back to the past and I think he wanted to bang his mom, it was really confusing. It’s a good one but I’m not sure if it’s really good or if I only liked it because I was super high.”
Wayne nodded at him, not even phased at his enthused rambling. “That does sound interestin’. Any other ones?”
“Oh my god, yes! Have you seen Clue? Tim Curry is in that one, he’s the guy from the Rocky Horror Picture Show that has the nice legs. He shows less leg in this one but oh, you should see Miss Scarlet. It’s truly the best of both worlds, Mr. Munson, let me tell you-”
If this was the best his night got on his birthday, Steve would be content. Wayne was listening to him rant about his current favorite movies with rapt attention and kept asking questions in the appropriate places to keep the conversation going. Steve couldn’t even remember the last time someone actually wanted to listen to him talk. The Munsons always managed to surprise him in the best way possible. What could get better than this?
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With Wayne on Steve Duty, Eddie had more than enough time to coerce Jonathan into letting him borrow a camera, sneak through Loch Nora to collect some of Steve’s favorite tapes, and guilt-trip the bakery ladies into giving him a cake on short notice.
After assuring Jonathan that he wasn’t trying to record a sex tape with any of his equipment, he lent him a small Polaroid (he didn’t trust the odd request from Eddie so there was no way in hell he was letting him borrow a tape recorder). Eddie didn’t argue though. He just needed something to commemorate Steve’s first birthday in the family and a Polaroid would do just that.
The trip to the bakery though took longer than anticipated. Florence, the owner of Flo’s Baked Goods, was not in a generous mood at 4 PM on a Tuesday. Luckily, Eddie was known for being very persuasive which worked in his favor.
“Florence, come on. Do me a favor, please?” He asked with his most woeful puppy dog eyes.
“Edward, I told you already, you need to place an order ahead of time.”
“Florence, my dear, I didn’t anticipate my grandma to die! I didn’t have time to place an order and I need a cake for her funeral tonight. Please Flo? For me?” His lip wobbled slightly as if tears were close to follow. He needed to pull out all of his stops to get that cake.
She sighed in exasperation. “I can give you a small one, alright? And you’re not getting extras, I actually have orders to work on.”
“That’s okay! Thanks Flo, I appreciate it and so will St- my dead grandmother. May she rest in peace.”
That worked out great! Sure, Eddie had to make an extra stop at the grocery store for some red frosting to write Steve’s name on it but the smile on his face would be well worth it. Or rather a pitying grimace.
Unfortunately, Eddie was not a baker or a designer by any means. So the red lettering on the cake turned into a drippy mess that looked more like a crime scene than a birthday cake. He also didn’t have great space management. Instead of making the font smaller to fit on the cake, Eddie largely wrote “BIRTH STEVE” and couldn’t fit anything else. Eager to make the best of the situation, he threw some colorful sprinkles on there to liven things up. Ah, Steve would love it.
The situation only got more complicated when he went to pick up Steve’s favorite movies from his house. Eddie parked his van in the driveway and picked the lock to the front door. Steve was at work, his parents weren’t home (not that they would have let him in if they were), and the emergency key under the doormat wasn’t there so he had to take drastic measures.
He grabbed a few of the movies in Steve’s room that he knew were his favorite that he didn’t have at the trailer. Fast Times, Back to the Future, Clue, The Breakfast Club, Teen Wolf, basically everything that Eddie hated but he was willing to watch anything for Steve. He grabbed a few cassettes too in case they decided to listen to music instead. All of the tapes were disappointingly mediocre and Eddie made a mental note to introduce him to some real music. After that, Steve would never listen to fucking Tears for Fears ever again. Or Wham!, the bane of his existence.
What Eddie had neglected to consider was how the nosey neighbors would react to seeing a random van in the Harrington driveway and a random kid messing with the front door. He should’ve expected the cops to come. He opened the front door to the barrel of Hopper’s gun.
“Son of a bitch, Chief! What the hell are you waving that around for?!” Eddie exclaimed, dropping his small duffel bag and throwing his hands in the air.
“What the hell? Munson?” Admittedly, Hopper had shown up at a bad time. Eddie was lugging a duffel bag out of the Harrington house to his hastily parked van in a neighborhood he definitely didn’t belong in.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he told him quickly.
“It looks like you’re robbing the Harrington’s place,” Hopper said deadpan.
“Well, I’m not!”
“What are you doing then?” Hopper asked him sarcastically.
“I’m not robbing him! I’m trying to save Steve’s birthday. I was just getting some supplies.” Eddie explained hurriedly.
“It’s Steve’s birthday today?”
“Yep and he’s going to be pissed if he has to come bail me out of jail because you arrested me. Think about that,” Eddie said, pointing an accusing finger at him. Wayne and Steve would both be pissed if he got arrested again.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re stealing his stuff,” Hopper stated in confusion.
“I’m throwing him a little party back at my place, we’re having a movie night so I had to get his favorite movies. I don’t have this teen drama shit. But Steve does and I’m trying to give him a nice night.”
Hopper just looked at him blankly.
“So can I go? I know you don’t want to break Stevie’s heart by arresting me on his birthday and don’t you want to get home to your family this lovely Tuesday evening? Who needs the extra hassle of detaining little ole me?”
“Goddammit Munson, just get out of here. You’re making the neighbors antsy. And don’t do this again.” Hopper warned him before walking over to his cruiser.
“Copy that, Chief! Keep protecting the people or whatever the fuck your pledge is. Have a nice night!” And then he was off again.
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Steve must’ve talked about his favorite movies for hours before he realized it was time to close and Wayne was still there. “Um, Mr. Munson? I’m sorry, you probably had things to do today and I wasted all your time ranting at you. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be, kid. It was nice hearing from you. Say, I’m sure Eddie would want to hear about some of those movies too. Could you come over tonight and tell us some more about ‘em?” Wayne offered.
Steve could tell a pity offer when he saw one though. “No, that’s okay. I can tell him another time. I have to start closing if you want me to check you out?”
Wayne sighed and made direct eye contact with him. “Listen kid, I know today’s your birthday and you aren’t spending it alone. So, you can either follow me back to the trailer or I’m gonna kidnap you and drag you there. You got me?”
Steve just looked at him in shock. What was up with older father figures trying to kidnap him? Was there something on his face that told them, ‘hey, I’m a good target for kidnapping, take me’? Was Wayne in kahoots with Hopper because this trend was getting a bit ridiculous.
“Wayne-”
“Nope, Eddie wants you there and I want you there. What are you going to do instead? If you have a good excuse, I’ll leave right now and break that boy’s heart.” Wayne looked at him expectantly. When it became apparent that Steve wasn’t going to say anything, he nodded. “Good, I’ll see you at the trailer. Drive safe.”
What the hell? Was that how age twenty was going to be? Confusing and full of ups and downs? Jesus Christ.
Steve finished closing the store quickly and made his way to Forest Hills. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on today but if they wanted to spend time with him, he wasn’t going to turn them down. The Munsons were some of his most favorite people and it’s not like there was a long list of people that wanted him around.
As soon as he opened the door to the trailer, everything made a little bit more sense. There were party streamers hanging from the walls, the most gruesome cake he had ever seen sitting on the table, and birthday hats on top of a beaming Eddie and an indifferent Wayne. Tears filled Steve’s eyes as he laughed. He couldn’t believe that they’d done all of that for him.
“Happy birthday, Stevie! I love you!” Eddie yelled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and pulling him into a bruising hug.
Wayne patted his shoulder a bit awkwardly and murmured, “I love you too kid but I ain’t kissin’ ya.”
Steve could hardly even speak through the rush of happiness he was feeling. Eddie had found a way to make his birthday special again. He’d cared enough to spend his day organizing a nice night for Steve to feel loved again, to feel happy on his special day. Sure, not everything was fixed and there was still a small amount of hurt that the kids and Robin hadn’t done anything. But he had Eddie and Wayne and they were all he really needed. He finally had a family and he couldn’t be any happier. Eddie was right, ‘86 truly was a great year.
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#The kids see a polaroid taped to Eddie’s fridge a few weeks later of them smiling in front of the cake#That's how they find out they missed Steve’s birthday.#Eddie holds a grudge against them and bars them from seeing Steve for awhile#He also murders all of their characters in DnD but that's neither here nor there#stranger things#steddie#steddie ish#fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#chief hopper#uncle wayne#wayne munson#jonathan byers
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okai as i was writing the choso drabble ( ꪆ୧ ) i couldn’t help but to also write something extending from the lttle dazai post ( ᨳິ ) i did. — eee m’ feelin vry proud of miself for writing 2 whole drabbles back to back ! ,, so pls enjoy
dazai osamu x virgin!f!reader. nsfw — mdni. ﾉ established relationship ﾉ dubcon ﾉ dom and sub undertones ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ baby, darling + princess as pet names !! ﾉ pussy drunk dazai. thats it …
“f-fuck, god i-i can’t.” dazai gasped out. his cock slotted against your folds, the tip of his head gently nudging at your clit.
you and dazai have been dating for almost 4 months now and haven’t fully had sex. the farthest you two would go is dry humping in your underwear.
when dazai met you, you were in your 2nd year of college. occasionally he would see you due to both of you having mutual friends but never had a full conversation, just bidding each other little hello’s and nothing more.
so, when dazai came to you too ask you out for the evening you were thrilled because you had been pinning over the brown haird boy for what felt like forever.
over the course of your relationship, you told dazai that you are a virgin and you wanted to wait for the right time. being the gentleman that dazai osaumu is, he of course respected your wishes.
but, that doesn’t mean he isn’t struggling. him and you were sharing sweet and tender kisses, when you decided to start grinding your clad underwear against him.
“darling..how did we get like this? hm.” he breaks away from your grasp. you look at him with glassy doe eyes, he thinks your the prettiest when cry, he thinks to himself.
call him a sadist, but he loves making you cry, because at the end of it all he knows you will be seeking relief from him. it makes his cock twich.
you lean back in, chasing dazai for another kiss. “b-because of you.” you whine out, of course you’d blame him.
on the outside looking in you’re gentle, loving and could do no wrong, but you , dazai and the locked photo album in your phone know otherwise.
dazai finds it so fucking adorable that you get so needy from just kissing him. he heard about virgins getting wet easily but fuck.
“because ofe me?, i’m not the one in my underwear grinding my filthy cunt against someone am i?” the way dazai is talking to you makes you push down and grind your cunt against his cock even more.
He knows he should be a little more nicer too you but he just can’t help it, especially with the way your panting against his mouth like a dog in heat. “u c-can’t say those things zai” you pant out with embarrassment.
“ awe im sorry baby, did i embarrass you?” he coos sarcastically while petting the top of your head. you sit up and shyly nod.
“zai..” you spoke out shyly, “yes princess?” he knows that tone. He has heard it before especially when you two find yourself in situations like this. “can we try it with our clothes off this time?” you spoke in almost a whisper. shy of the setting and of his response. “only if you want too” dazai said gently.
you stand up to take your clad underwear off adoren with pink and white stripes with a white box that sat on the top trim.
Dazai feels faint. his heart is about to stop.
your cunt is glistening due to the previous actions you two did. your cunt looks absolutely divine and dazai couldn’t wait to have a taste.
that’s when dazai suddenly spoke out. “just the tip, please. i promise.” you love dazai and want to spend the rest of your lives together. he is the one that’s orbiting your world.
and thats how you ended up in the current situation.
dazai is becoming a mess. He is trying to restrain himself, but your cunt is so soft and warm. it’s so fucking good that dazai is convinced that you put him under a spell.
“baby, i’m sorry i have to just feel you just once” he gasps out desperately. If you weren’t so fucked out right now you would of cared, but you aren’t concerned about that.
you’re on your back, with dazai’s arms hooked underneath your legs and sinking down into your cunt, he lets out the filthiest whine “ o-oh my fucking god, oh godd.”
your cunt is lethal and he feels like a virgin all over again. never in his life has he ever felt this good.
you have a tight grip on his cock, your arms are laced around his neck with your nails clawing at his back, “ your cock is so good! t-the best ever! “ your face is a wreck. it’s covered in spit and tears as your boyfriend continues to pound his cock into you.
Dazai breaks away too look down where you two are connected. your cunt is creaming all over him, He Holds your legs in the air with your knees bent.
“gonna fucking breed you, gonna make sure you are broken in. my dick is gonna be the only thing you think about.” you can’t help but to whine out, your brain has turned into mush and your boyfriend could careless.
He feels your cunt tightening around him, he slips his hand in between the two of you and starts massaging your clit. “ w-wait n-no, im gonn- gonna pee!” you try to push his hand away, but your boyfriend smacks it out of the way. “ its okay, darling. i got you, just let it go” he tells you too sweetly for the setting you’re in.
You feel yourself start to squirt over yourself and him, but dazai could careless, as he fuck you through your orgasm, he ruts against you.
“ fuck baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum” dazai tries to pull out, he really does, but how can he when your cunt is pulling him back in for more. He just can’t help himself.
overstimulated from his continus trusts, you beg him for more like you can’t help it. like his cock is the only thing that’s keeping you anchored to earth.
As dazai trust began to become more sloppy, he fucks the head of his cock up against your cervix. He doesn’t mean to bully his cock into you like this, but he is a pussy drunk man who can’t help but to dump a load of cum into you.
#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#໒ 𝑤𝑒𝑛’𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 ১#𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑖 𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 — ♡ ᵎ#— winnie has a breeding kink#PUPPY GIRLS ND THEIR CONSTANT NEED TO BE FILLED WITH COME#woof woof !!#dazai osamu#dazai smut#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#dazai x fem reader#꒰ᐡ｡. .̫ .｡ᐡ꒱ . . . gnna drem of zai now
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One of my favourite finnish words, which is somewhat of a neologism, is sääntöuskovainen. A lot of finnish nouns come from verbs with different suffixes, and the word "religion", uskonto, is one of the -nto ones, like
asunto - apartment - from "asua", "to live [in a place]"
keksintö - invention - from "keksiä", "to invent, to come up with"
lausunto - statement, verdict - from "lausua", "to pronounce, to speak out, to recite"
avanto - a hole which has been cut into ice - from "avata", "to open"
käytäntö - custom, convention, policy - from "käyttää", "to use"
So the words with the -nto suffix are somewhat of a flexible collection of "a thing which exists for this purpose, or was born from this action/activity". And the word uskonto comes from "uskoa", to believe in. Finnish has a handful of different verbs for believing something, but uskoa is the one for trusting in something, having faith in it, relying on the knowledge that something is the way one believes it is. There's a different word for not being sure of something, but suspecting that it might be true (arvella), and believing something that is wrong altogether (luulla).
So the word uskovainen, religious person, literally "believer", doesn't strictly clarify that the thing one believes in is a matter of faith, save for that being the most common and conventional use. The word "sääntö" simply means "rule" (and while it looks like one, it is actually not one of the noun-from-verb types mentioned earlier), so the word sääntöuskovainen more or less means "rule-religious". And while it could be interpreted as "person who practices their religion by strictly committing to the religion's rules", I've mainly seen it used the other way around: A person who commits to any given rules with the same reverence as a religious person practices their religion.
My sister used to have a rule-religious dog. A shepherd breed, highly intelligent, with the kind of ridig sense of righteousness and duty that medieval ideals of chivalry could only aspire for. Sirius was wasted as a family dog, to be honest. He could be set loose to the yard with no leash to go pee and play because you could absolutely trust that he would not leave the premises, he Was Not Allowed to do that with no leash on. He could do his business and throw some toys around with someone just standing at the door to supervise. Once called back inside, he could be trusted to drop everything and obey.
The dogs we had at the time had outdoor toys and indoor toys, and an understanding that they can't take inside doors outside, or outside toys outside. But this one time when I was letting him out, he managed to smuggle an inside toy out with him. I figured that screw it, he's already out with it, might as well let him play with it out there just this once. When his time was up and it was time to call him back in, he dropped the toy. I gestured him to pick up first, and bring it back inside with him.
Sirius halted, staring at me. I don't think I'm stretching it much to say that he hesitated. He had understood and followed commands more complex than that before, I have no doubt that he understood perfectly what I wanted him to do. I repeated my words and gestures, pointing at the toy and telling him what to do with it. He looked at the toy, and then back to me. Very rare dogs have the capacity to understand human gestures as nuanced as pointing at something, some even claim that no such dogs exist, but they do, and Sirius was one of them. He understood exactly what I wanted him to do.
I wanted him to break the rules. Outdoor Toys do not go indoors. He had already broken the law once by bringing it out with him, and as far as he was concerned, it had now become an outside toy. And in his heart full of canine concept of justice and righteousness, The Rules were absolute, and would not be compromised. Not even to follow a clear and explicit human command to go against them.
I had to put my shoes on and go get the toy myself.
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May we have Vashwood x reader part 3 please?
Authors Note: my poor anon you've been sitting in the box but I shall release you.
Sorry guys! I was super busy and then I put a bunch of work into a DnD Campaign so my creative brain was fried a bit then I got sick and then my hands got messed up from saving my cat from a dog attack and- I'm rambling! Sorry for the long wait is what I mean! Enjoy!
Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)
Vashwood x Reader Soulmate Au Pt.3
No. No absolutely not is your first thought, your second thought being I'm going to kick these idiots ass.
"Are you listening doll face?" The man, who's name is presumably "Nick" says.
It's quiet besides the blood rushing in your ears. Everyone in town is probably asleep or close to it by now and these two just keep watching you like you're supposed to know how to react to this, like this is remotely a normal situation to be in.
"Did we break them? I told you it was too much! You never listen to me" the spikey one pouts. They seem comfortable with each other, you wonder how long they've been together. You suppose it makes sense that if they had found each other first they wouldn't have thought to look for you, having multiple soulmates was rare and considering you did everything in your power to stay out of trouble it tracked that a third soulmate would be nearly undetectable, maybe you should have gotten hurt more often...no that was stupid these two had certainly caused enough pain for the three of you.
"We didn't break them just give them a second they're thinking, Jesus spikey are you the reason they say blondes are dumb?"
"Hey!"
The two men bicker and you notice that they're different in a lot of ways right off the bat. Blonde and black hair, blue and brown eyes, light and tan skin, it almost makes you wonder how you're supposed to play in here. How in the grand scheme of things the universe chose you to stand next to these, frankly, very bizarre (and handsome) men. You need to say something, you need to voice your concerns your hopes your worries-
"I hate you" It's all you can really think to say. In a way it's true and in more ways it's not. Be that as it may with all the emotions flooding through you right now on top of the fact that they've revealed themselves in the most unorthodox way possible it's making it hard to express what you actually feel clearly. Something along the lines of "you two made my life a living hell for such a long time I wanted to kill you but I've matured since then but that doesn't take away the childhood that got stripped from me but I also understand it's most likely not your fault and the fact that there's two of you makes more sense but also gives me 100 more questions-" would probably be more accurate. but "I hate you" is what ends up coming out your mouth.
"You...what?" you flinch. You weren't exactly ready for that to be asked in the most heart shattering tone in the world and when you glance up to see the blonde wears an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy you feel regret creep through your veins.
"Vash they don't mean that, I said mean shit too when we found out" Nick huffs. Ah so the kicked puppy's name is Vash good to know- ah...hang on a moment..
"Vash?" you repeat, "Vash like....like Vash the Stampede?" you say dumbly, but there was no way the man you had nearly made cry from one sentence was the Vash the Stampede that was plastered on every god forsaken wanted poster across Gunsmoke
This catches his attention, the wounded look turning into something more wide eyed like a man who's forgotten to turn off the oven at home.
"We never even introduced ourselves!" he says in alarm, brushing himself off as if it'll cause a redo of the entire situation.
"Needle noggin-" "shh"
Vash scolds the other man whos already patting his breast pocket for another smoke clearly annoyed with how this whole thing is playing out.
"Vash the Stampede and-" Vash nudges Nick who reluctantly adds
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood"
"-at your service! We've been traveling far and wide-"
"Because Spikey always get's chased out-" this earns Nick an elbow in the side which you also wince at when you feel it dig into your own ribs. Vash quickly gives you an apologetic smile but continues.
"-in hopes of finding you! y/n, we're your soulmates!" He finishes with a half hearted wiggle of his fingers and and look that reads "tada?"
You blink dully at them. Yeah that added up. This would be your life wouldn't it? First you are tormented by pain your whole life and now you find out it was because your soulmates were the man with a 1,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head and...actually you have no idea who this Nicholas guy is. Considering the cross...Jesus reincarnate? Unlikely but at this point you'd believe anything.
"nuh-uh" it...comes out your mouth before you can stop it.
"nuh-uh? What the fuck do you mean nuh-uh?" Wolfwood gapes pulling his glasses up, yeah...not your best moment.
"I mean, no thank you. Look, I'm sure you're great people- or maybe you aren't I don't know I heard a rumor Vash the Stampede eats babies-"
"What?!?! I don't-"
"Besides the point!" you interrupt "Look I didn't ever plan on meeting you, hell I'm not sure I even want to know you. So...I think it'd just be easier if the two of you just..." your sentence dies in your throat the longer they look at you hoping they catch your drift.
"Because we hurt you?" Nick steps a bit closer and you tell yourself it's the soulmate connection currently frying your brain and not the fact this well toned man has his whole chest out right now.
"N-No, well maybe? It's complicated" you had never planned on meeting your soulmate- or soulmates but in hindsight a bit of practice of what you were going to say might have been smart.
"We don't have to leave yet, we can stay- just so you get used to us! We aren't that bad...promise" Vash offers and damn those critically effective puppy dog eyes he uses as he moves to get a bit closer too.
"It's not that I think you're bad, it's just...I mean I hardly know you" you try, you already know it won't work. Despite not knowing them you can tell they seem the hard headed type.
"We're soulmates" Nick counters lazily as if you're the one being irrational.
"I- I don't know, I'm cleaning up here and-"
"we can help!" the eager blond insist, with another step closer.
"you really don't have to-"
"it's the least we can do, we owe ya don't we?" Nick muses, again another step.
"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-"
"Maybe, maybe not but we've been looking for you for a long time" You notice Vash has a beauty mark right under his eye there's a weird urge to reach out and trace it.
"Looking for me?" you ask
"Mhmm, since we caused you a lifetime of distress I'm sure, blessed are the merciful and all that, it's your turn to receive a little mercy" ignoring the awful half bible quote Nick's smell is invading your nose, like smoke, cedarwood and-
You aren't 100% sure how it happens, all you know is you're sandwiched between the two men. It was a trap for sure, moving in ever so carfully like they were herding a scared animal. This should alarm you, two men you've just meet keeping you in place, but for some reason a warmth spreads across you. It's like seeing an old friend or coming home for holidays, a certain sort of familiarity and safeness despite not knowing much about the two at all.
"You can feel it can't you?" Vash coos down at you, using his flesh hand to tilt your head up to meet his face, stark blue eyes deeper than the ocean gaze down at you and god when did he take those glasses off?
"It was weird the first time we met too, but it feels good though right?" Nicks voice makes you shiver as his mouth ghost over your ear, hands coming to settle at your hips.
"It feels.." your eyes flutter "Like home" the three of you say in sync, Vash and Nick chuckle as if this was a predictable response but something tells you they must've said the same cheesy line when they first met.
"We don't want to hurt you anymore" Vash's other hand rubs soft circles against your ribs and you feel the sudden urge to melt into the two of them.
"We've been thinking...that we should balance it out." Vash hums as Nick works on nipping at your ear
"Balance it out?" You almost don't recognize your own voice with how breathy it ends up coming out. They really shouldn't be having this effect on you, you should be yelling, or scolding them- no you'd definitely scold them later that was still on the table but...right now seemed like a bad time.
"yeah sweetheart, pleasure for pain right?" Nick chuckles in your ear, deep and gravely whether it's from lust or the cigarette he just put out you aren't sure.
"So?" he continues, "What do you say?" you feel Vash kiss at the corner of your mouth and Nicks hot breath against your neck
"Let us show you how good we can make you feel instead?"
#vash x reader#vash x you#wolfwood x reader#wolfwood x you#trigun x reader#vashwood x reader#soulmate au
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Love Lost
Halsin x Ascended Astarion
A/N: got this idea in my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone. Lots of angst very little comfort but a fun read if I do say so myself. Hope y’all enjoy.
Summary: Halsin was unable to sway Astarion from ascending and now…Now he’s left to try and reconcile his love for the man he knew and the vampire lord before him now.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: ascended Astarion, heart break, falling out of love, grief, hurt no comfort, angst.
In the few weeks that passed since the destruction of the Absolute, Halsin has felt an all too familiar dread and hopelessness settle into him.
It started when he was unable to sway Astarion from his Ascension, his vampire lover craving the power that was denied him for so long.
While he disapproved of the decisions at first, he had slowly come to a begrudging acceptance in the days that followed.
Astraion seemed lighter, happier, finally and truly free. Halsin had been so blinded by the man’s happiness at the beginning that he ignored the flares of unease that simmered in his belly.
Once the tadpole’s threat was removed, the other companions slowly drifted away. Shadowheart to live with her parents, Karlach and Wyll returning to the Hells…Even Tav eventually left their sides, returning to Waterdeep with Gale.
Which just left Astarion and Halsin, alone in the vast palace in Baldur’s Gate.
Halsin felt stifled in the city, his magic dimmed so far from nature's embrace. He had tried to encourage Astarion to come out into nature with him, perhaps take time away from the city after their victory. But the man had brushed him off, claiming to have too much to do, too many things to get in order.
That should have been one of many clues. That, along with the new pet names the vampire ascendant had bestowed upon him.
At first, he’d liked the way Astarion had called him ‘little love’ - a name so unusual for a man his size that he couldn’t help but smile and lean into the palm rested against his cheek.
But then, in the throes of pleasure, he had called Halsin his consort. The term had snapped him from his bliss so sharply it felt like electricity in his veins. He’d wanted to question the man above him, but Astarion - if he’d even noticed Halsin pause - paid no mind.
He hated ‘pet’ the most.
It made him feel like this…thing. An object, rather than something to be cherished. A beast meant to be ordered around.
He hasn’t lain with Astarion since. Not that the other man has sought him out, once again too busy.
Throwing elaborate parties, wooing potential patrons and political allies, all as Halsin stood lonesome on the outside of the masses.
At first he’d somewhat relished in the large gatherings, enjoyed watching others enjoy themselves.
It had only changed when a particularly beautiful gentleman had come up and asked if Astarion would let Halsin off his leash. As if he were a dog with an owner, instead of a man with his own desires.
Now he doesn’t go to the parties anymore, either.
His life has become one of solitude in the palace. Surrounded by stone and iron and the stench of the city. Not even having his lover’s attention at the rare dinners they share, the lord too distracted by paperwork in front of him.
Truly…the only time Halsin has Astarion’s full attention is when the vampire requires something. Whether that be to feed or to fulfill other carnal desires.
But even that is a void. That mask is a permanent feature on Astarion’s person even as they take pleasure in one another.
His entire being aches.
It aches with a grief he didn’t even know he could feel. A hurt and sadness so deep for someone that isn’t even gone. At least, not physically.
It’s as he lays in bed this night that he finally identifies the source of his heavy heart.
He is grieving.
He’s grieving the loss of his lover, the real Astarion. The Astarion that was lost to that profane ritual all those weeks ago.
He’s grieving love lost.
The creaking of old hinges pulls him from his thoughts, his dark vision allowing him to see near perfectly in the pitch-black room.
The door to his and Astarion’s chambers cracks open, dim candlelight from the hall spilling in and illuminating the room in a thin sliver of light as a familiar body slips in.
Astarion hardly ever comes to their chambers, either sleeping in his office or only coming to fulfill his needs.
Halsin feels a pang of shame as he almost welcomes the latter thought. At least then he can pretend that things are as they were.
If only for a moment.
The door closes and the soft sound of matches striking meets his ears as gentle light fills the room.
Astarion lights just a few candles before waving the match to put it out, before he strides over to the bed.
Halsin reaches for him, hands settling on his waist as the vampire gracefully straddles his hips.
“I did not expect you to come to me tonight, my heart,” Halsin says, his words lacking their usual warmth.
He tries, Silvanus does he try to muster the warmth and care he once felt for the man above him. But it’s a weak flickering flame in his heart, struggling to stay aflame amidst the black cloud clogging his chest.
Astarion smiles, and Halsin is silently thankful for the lack of light, so he doesn’t have to see the lack of sincerity in the action.
“Of course I’d come to you,” he purrs, hands already tugging at the ties of Halsin’s top.
Astarion's lips are on his before he can utter a reply, dominating him with this one simple action.
Cool lips are firm against his own, his tongue surging forward in search of Halsin’s.
This used to be a dance between them. Giving and taking in equal measure as they both sought pleasure in each other's bodies. Now…
Now it’s a battle for domination. There’s only ever one winner, and it’s never been Halsin.
Astarion has never hurt him, to his credit, and Halsin believes Astarion still cares for him in his own twisted way. In the physical sense, he’s never left wanting after their nights together but…
His heart aches for more.
It aches for the gentle laughter he used to pull out of Astarion. The soft look in his eyes or the warmth that filled his chest when they were together.
Now it’s just..empty.
Every action feels transactional, void of any love or warmth. Even now, as Astarion’s hands roam over his body, Halsin feels…wrong.
Astarion breaks the kiss only to trail lips down the druid’s neck, teeth scraping teasingly before he moves lower, lips brushing his collar bone.
“I couldn’t leave my little pet, alone and wanting…”
Halsin freezes beneath him, that tiny flame in his chest snuffing out with that one gods damned word.
“Stop.” The word comes out much quieter than Halsin intended, and Astarion lets out a breath of laughter.
“And why would I do that?” he asks, trailing back to place sharp fangs against Halsin’s neck. “I’ve barely even had a taste…”
“Astarion, stop!”
His words come out loud and more forceful than he’s ever spoken to the man above him, and before the vampire can blink, Halsin is ripping himself from his grip, all but shoving the other man away as he sits up on the edge of the bed.
Halsin is angry, hurt and more than anything else…he’s sad. He can feel it aching so deeply in his chest it threatens to choke him. It’s a feeling that was planted soon after the Ascension and no matter how hard he tried to rip it out, it continued to grow.
It festered like weeds in his heart, in his very veins, threatening to pull him under anytime he gazed at his lover.
But now…they’ve finally taken over. He can no longer ignore the feelings burning within him, choking him, and finally breaking the heart he thought could withstand anything.
It apparently can’t stand this.
Astarion scoffs, a bitter empty sound that makes Halsin's heart crack even further. “What in the hells has gotten into you, pet?”
Halsin snaps, fists clenching at his side. “Do not call me such a thing,” he spits, his sadness manifesting in an anger so deep, it runs black.
A cruel laugh leaves Astarion’s lips, one that reminds Halsin of the mask Astarion wore so often when they first met.
“Oh, but that’s what you are,” the man purrs, coming up behind Halsin on the bed, hands sliding up his shoulders. “My, little pet that I do so adore-“
In a flash, Halsin is on his feet, hand gripping Astarion’s wrist in a grip so tight it would do far more damage to a mortal being. But the vampire doesn’t look phased in the slightest, mouth tilted downwards in displeasure and eyes sparking with something akin to bemused anger.
“I am not an object to be controlled,” Halsin says firmly, dropping Astarion’s hand as despair replaces any anger he previously felt. “The Astarion I came to know would know that.”
Astarion stands, lips tilting up once more in that smile Halsin has come to hate. He used to love when Astarion would smile, eyes sparkling with mischief or joy. He had worked so hard with his lover to help him lose that mask and now…The mask is a permanent fixture. His smile never reaches his eyes, and if it does, it’s always with a tinge of mocking cruelty.
“The Astarion you knew was weak,” the vampire says, “now I’m so much more. I’m better than I ever was as Cazador’s spawn.”
Astarion spits the last word with such venom it almost takes Halsin back. He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t stop Astarion when he reaches up to touch him again, his fingers sliding beneath Halsin’s chin as red eyes appraise him.
“I don’t understand why you can’t see that,” Astarion murmurs quietly, disappointment tinging his tone.
Disappointment. As if Astarion was speaking to an ignorant child instead of his lover, his partner, the man who is supposed to be his equal.
But Halsin knows…deep down he knows that Astarion will never see him that way again. To him, Halsin should be blessed to be his…consort as he called it.
The Astarion he knew is gone. For good. And it’s a sliver of knowledge that stabs piercingly each time he realizes it.
Halsin reaches up with the last tinge of tenderness he can offer his former love, his hand wrapping around Astarion’s gently as he pulls his face away from cool fingers.
“I refuse to see the illusion you’ve created for yourself,” Halsin says softly, stepping away from the man in front of him. “I only see the very thing you tried to destroy.”
At the brief mention of his old master, Astarion’s eyes flash with pure unadulterated hatred. He’s on Halsin in a flash, hand gripping his jaw as fingers dig harshly into his cheeks. His breath is warm as it brushes over Halsin’s lips, his words a hiss in the otherwise silent room.
“Don’t you ever compare me to him.”
With a harsh shove and twist of his arm, Halsin breaks Astarion’s hold over him, silently relishing in the ache left on his skin.
At least he feels something other than that bone-deep sadness.
“I’m leaving,” Halsin finally says, turning his eyes away from his lost partner. “I can’t bear to stay here any longer. My…My heart calls me elsewhere.”
Anywhere but here, shattering at his feet.
Astarion smiles that mocking smile, straightening his shoulders and looks down at the druid, haughty arrogance replacing any other emotion.
“You won’t really leave me,” he says presumptuously. “I own you. You’re mine - ‘just as nature intended’ - remember?”
Halsin can’t help but flinch as his own words are thrown back in his face, but he stands his ground.
“I am no one’s but my own,” he says, voice resigned. “Perhaps, at one time, I was yours and you were mine but…” He trails off. “The person my heart stirred for died in that ritual.”
He turns towards the door then, silently bracing himself for another harsh hand on his skin, but he feels nothing. He only hears the sharp intake of breath as he opens the door.
“Fine!” Astarion calls out, voice filled with venomous anger. “Leave. But don’t expect me to be waiting with open arms when you come crawling back to where you belong.”
Halsin takes a stuttered breath, that familiar black grief shrouding his heart.
“I won’t.”
And then he’s gone, leaving his love and his heart in shattered pieces behind him.
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The Night I Fed You Your Mother's Heart
TW: Descriptions of violence, referenced abuse, cannibalism
The break room smelled of cigarettes and anxiety. It was here in this well kept, yet suffocating room that Camille had found herself in along with Vincent. She didn’t smoke, the vile clouds irritating her throat and lungs. She, instead, lit her friend’s cigarettes whenever he felt like he needed the sensation of nicotine.
Yes, Vincent, he was a strange one indeed. Camille found herself drawn to him ever since their first class together in this culinary school. It was not a romantic interest, not at all, it was more like finding a kindred spirit. Broken homes, physical disabilities....hers more obvious than his.
Vincent couldn’t taste, he made that known to her from day one. He was a very closed off person, rarely speaking and mostly focusing on his work. Their first interraction had been during a pastry assignement, where they made profiterole. He was the only student that was willing to approach her. In a way, Camille couldn’t blame her kitchen mates, her unnaturally tall height and elongated limbs would make anyone turn away. She hated how her bones and skin were stretched, like the limbs of the spiders that raised her inside the walls. It was disgusting, but not to Vincent. He treated her just as he would treat anyone else, and she could tell by the raise of his eyebrow that he was impressed by just how much she followed his instructions to the letter.
She liked to consider them friends after this. Camille would approach him to talk, and took the fact that he wasn’t turning her down or walking away as an open invitation for a friendship.
They talked about their childhoods, about Vincent’s mother and Camille’s father. Both figures they hated. They would hang out more and more, Camille visiting Vincent’s dorm at some point. She still lived in the long abandoned house, serving as a perfect disguise for her violent grocery shopping. Vincent’s furniture was much more comfortable than hers, and she accidentally slept on them more than once. The man always forgave her, though. He never minded how touchy Camille was, or her weird habits. He tried to teach her things like properly plate a dish, or how much time she should leave the macaroons in the oven.
Vincent Charbonneau was amazing. He would give her so much, and for that, Camille felt that she should repay him....greatly.
“What are you thinking about?”, Vincent asked, bringing Camille back to the present.
She hummed, “Nothing. Macaroons.”
Vincent made a noise between a scoff and a chuckle, “Right.”
The man put out his cigarette on the nearest ashtray before turning to Camille.
“Our finals are coming soon.”
She nodded, “Yes, I know that.”
“Are you...free tonight?”
Camille tilted her head, much like a curious dog would, “Why?”
Vincent inhaled, “Look...you know I can’t taste so, do you mind being my taste tester for some possible dishes I am planning?”
Camille gave him a signature wide smile, complete with a salute, “Yes, chef!”
This time, Vincent actually chuckled, arms crossed, “Save that for when I am your actual boss, Camille.”
It was like eating a full course meal at an actual bistro, and like always, Vincent proved himself more than worthy of bearing the title of chef. It was ironic how someone with no sense of taste could make food this good.
Their fun night however, would be spoiled by the very much unneeded visit from Vincent’s mother. Or at least, her attempt at a visit. Camille had went to open the door, blocking her from entering as soon as she opened it, and shutting the door completely once Vincent ordered her to.
She was filled with absolute disgust as she heard how his mother had treated him, how she was the reason he had lost his taste in the first place, and that was more than enough to bar her entry as soon as she saw her face.
“Just...don’t let her in the next time she comes over, got it?”, he asked.
“Of course.”, she responded, her eyes staring at the wall and her pupils constantly changing size as the gears in her brain grinded together. She looked down at Vincent, who was sitting on a chair, and put one hand on the table. “Vince.”
He looked up at her as she continued.
“If you want me to...I can kill her for you.”
The man gave her a confused look, seemingly not believing her. He sighed, leaning on the table.
“Did I...say something wrong?”, she asked.
“No.”, Vincent responded, “Just don’t say those things with anyone else.”
“Yes si-Vince. Yes Vince.”
Vincent himself felt odd about Camille Bouchard. She was probably the only person that understood his struggles, and she accepted him despite his unpleasant, in his mother’s words, attitude. She followed orders like she was a doberman, and she always agreed to everything he would ask of her. In a way, it was comforting to have control over someone so...dangerous.
It was no secret to him, from day one he knew something was wrong upstairs, but he did not seem to be on that woman’s list. In the beginning, he was willing to be around her because of that fear. However, soon he found himself actively seeking her out, her cheery attitude and oddly touchy habits making her pleasant company. She would fall asleep over at his own house more than often, and she herself made a comfortable pillow to lie on. Not that he would ever tell her he used her as one out of embarrassement.
She started acting weird after his mother’s unwanted visit, finding her more distracted in the classes of the following days. After their finals, which they both passed with flying colors, Camille made a proposal on their way home.
“Hey, Vince?”
“Hm?”
“It might come off as a little odd but, could you come by my house tonight?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, she never invited him over to her house, “Sure, but what is the occasion?”
“Our freedom, of course!”, she said, “We successfully passed culinary school, and are now officially chefs.”
“Mmmhmm.”, Vince slowly nodded, squinting his eyes up at her.
“So, I decided to repay you for all those meals you made for me over the two years we’ve known each other.”
“By doing what?”
“Making you a meal!”
“Oh?”
“Yes, let me cook for you!”, she cheerily responded, earning a raise of the eyebrows and a small smile from Vince.
“What will you be cooking?”, he asked.
“I was thinking, braised heart.”
“Sounds lovely.”
When Vincent dropped by the house, it was already dark out, and he would be lying if he said the house did not look intimidating, because it did. But then, he questioned why Camille would choose to stay in this house that looked close to falling apart. He sighed, hesitantly walking up to the house through the garden of tall grass and knocking on the old door.
The door creaked open, Vincent catching a glimpse of Camille’s brown eye through the darkness.
“Vince! You uh, came in early..”
“Yes, is there a problem?”
“Oh no no I just....didn’t start yet.”
Vincent rolled his eyes. This woman was terrible with time management.
“Can I come in?”
“Yes yes, sure!”
Camille let him in, and he followed her through the contorting halls. The further they went the more Vincent realised how bloody Camille was. She was wearing the standard chef’s uniform, but most of the blood was on the rubber black gloves and apron she was wearing. Eventually, they came to a more civilised room that served as a kitchen and a small dining area. Vincent went to drag a chair for himself as Camille went past him and to the countertop. The room was decently lit, but had many dark corners. How did she live here?
“Sorry about the mess.”, she said, “I don’t get many living visitors.”
“That is a....weird remark to make.”
She let out a short laugh before pulling out a large knife, digging into meat he couldn’t see, “Yeah.....yeah..”
He raised his eyebrow, “You...are using pork for this, right? You do know this is the standard meat for braised heart.”
The slicing of the meat stopped, Camille straightening her back as it was still turned to Vincent.
“Vince.”
“..Yes?”
“You told me you couldn’t taste anything, right?”
“Yes..where is this going?”
Camille sighed, lifting up a bloody hand, “I have eating habits that would be considered....unnethical, by most people. But I found that depending on the relationship I had with them, the taste of the meat was different...more savoury.”
Sweat started to form on Vincent’s forehead, swallowing down his building concern.
“And I thought...maybe I could help you, too.”
“...In what way?”
Camille finally turned around holding the freshly ripped heart, which looked nothing like a pig’s. Which was confirmed as she stepped to the side, allowing Vincent to look at the freshly dead body of his mother, her chest split open like a bloody flower.
All he could muster was a wide-eyed gaze as he looked at his deceased mother’s hazy eyes as Camille worked on the braised heart, neatly placing it in front of him. The cooking process made it impossible to see it was a person’s heart. The woman let go of the plate, a little blood staining the rim.
“Please....try it...”
Vincent looked up at her, her lanky body shaking in anticipation. Vincent looked down at the plate, she had followed his plating tips. He took a knife and fork, and cut a decent bite off the heart, slowly placing it into his mouth. He chewed, and he swallowed.
“...It still tastes like nothing....”
The two stood in silence for a few painful minutes before Camille slumped in a chair next to him, bringing her bloody hands on her face.
“...Stupid..”
“Do not say that.”
“H-Huh..?”
“This....might not have worked but...you did something like this, because you wanted to help me.”, he felt a lump on his throat, getting emotional, “...Thank you.”
Camille’s eyes lit up, giving a wide, but sad smile, “I uh...I’m sorry I could not make her taste.”, she looked back at Mrs Charbonneau’s corpse, “I can throw this away, then.”
“Throw it away?”
“I hate the woman.”, Camille explained as she fired up the incinerator to burn the woman’s corpse, “I know better than to taste the bitter flesh of hers.”
It clicked for Vincent. Le Boucher Des Gens.
“Camille. You are in your twenties, right?”
“Yes, why?”
“The Butcher’s killings can be traced back twenty years.”
“......Yes. Since I was seven.”
Vincent did not talk about this topic anymore, but now, he was gifted a new philosophy. Perhaps, if her found the right person, like Camille suggested, he could finally taste again. For this reason, he decided to keep Camille close, even at his bistro. She took care of his problems, like she was a dog that answered to no one but him. A provider of the highest degree, and an individual that always had his back.
Yes, he was truly lucky to have such a monster under his thumb.
#ao3 writer#ao3#dead plate oc#dead plate game#dead plate#vincent charbonneau#camille bouchard#writing#art#digital artist#digital painting#digital art#artists on tumblr#writers on tumblr#hell's kitchen au
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Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?
tbh, I dunno!
I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head
ideas under the cut tho 👀
if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci
if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm
if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley
if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈
#apologies for the way I write sometimes I like to put out total garble because it makes my heart go thumpa thump#god I love them I LOVE THEM#THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER ON A LEVEL BEYOND THAT OF FLESH AND BLOOD AND IT HURTS KNOWING THEY DO#THAT THEY BOTH SUFFER AND THEY FEEL THAT IT'S BEST TO BE ALONE RATHER THAN BRING SOMEONE ELSE ON THE RIDE#BUT THAT RIDE BRINGS THEM BOTH TO THE SAME DESTINATION THAT THEY ARE BOTH BROKEN MEN HAUNTED BY THINGS THEY DID—THINGS THEY COULD HAVE DONE#BUT MAYBE THERE'S HOPE IN HAVING SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR—SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE STRUGGLE OF REDEMPTION DESPITE ONE'S NATURE#TO LIFT EACH OTHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF SELF LOATHING BECAUSE THEY CAN DO BETTER#then I'm tranquilized and shoved back into my cage for relocation#kazumaji#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#my hcs
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This is my 2023 MK Halloween masterlist! All current prompts will be listed, including ones that haven't been polled yet! Two more prompts will eventually be added. (I just got to figure them out first!)
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Gargoyle - Syzoth
There's a friendly Gargoyle on top of your apartment building. He's pretty handsome for a statue, and you've taken a liking to him. You sit against him sometimes while reading or doing some work. You're enjoying the ambiance of the rooftop during the full-moon in October, and lean over and kiss him on the shoulder. It's silly, you know, but you wanted to thank him for being such a good friend. All of a sudden, he starts to move. You're completely embarrassed, but he thinks it's funny. Turns out, he thinks you're pretty cute too!
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Zombie - Havik
It's the zombie apocalypse, and you've spent months hiding in your college town. You've gotten very good at running from both people and zombies. The virus was strange, and developed in two strains. One was rumored to leave your mind intact, but increase your bloodlust and the need to feed on raw meat. The other would take everything. It would ravage your mind and cause you to become a mindless soldier, hellbent on spreading the virus.
One day, you run into a man in a black hospital mask. He's gruff, and unfriendly, but you can't just stand by and let him wander alone. There's safety in numbers after all. Eventually, you find out why he was run off from his previous group, why he goes out at night when he thinks you are asleep, and what lies underneath his mask.
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You moved into an old house last year, and strange things have been happening every time you bring a new date home. Doors opening, dishes rattling. Thing is- they only seem to happen around your dates. After the last guy breaks three of his fingers due to a cabinet slamming shut in him, you contact a friend that sends over her cooky spiritual aunt. She does some weird shit with some animal bones, and your house gets struck by lightning. Somehow, this must have charged the energies in the house, because now you can actually see the poltergeist. Turns out, he's in love with you, and has been jealous of all the living men who You've brought home.
Haunted House - Bi-han
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Scarecrow - Reiko
You're visiting your aunts farm to help out with the busy fall season. You're closing up the farm stand at the pumpkin patch when her farm dog runs off. You follow after her and into the corn maze. It's dark by the time you find her, attached to the leg of a moving scarecrow with a really bad attitude.
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Black cat - Johnny Cage
There's been a stray black cat roaming around your neighborhood, and with October quickly approaching, you decide it's no longer safe to just let him roam. After coaxing it inside your home, you start to take care of the little guy. It's been about a month, and this cat has stuck to you like glue. He's loving and sweet and sleeps next to your head at night, and you really do plan on keeping him forever. After quite a few disastrous dates, you wander into ye ol' witch's shop desperate for advice. When you come home, there's a man in your house. Turns out, he's your cat. This man was cursed after flirting around with the wrong witches, and you somehow set him free.
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Magic - Rain
Some asshole got a little too drunk at the Halloween celebration at the bar and decided to start "shipping" random folks. Problem is, they were casting legit spells. Some were love spells, others were lust spells, and you were one unlucky bitch. There's this one dick that hangs around your friend group, and you absolutely hate him, so of course you ended up magically cuffed to him by the wrist. It's a forced proximity spell, and there's only two ways to break it. To open your hearts to one another, or… to sleep with eachother.
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Clown - Kung Lao
You're one of the costume and set designers for the local haunt, but unfortunately for you, it's themed after the movie "killer clowns from outer space" this year. You hate clowns, but you adore set design. The set and costumes turn out a little too good, and you accidentally end up punching a scare actor when he comes to ask you a question. You basically almost break his nose, and getting blood out of those masks is such a pain! You frantically tug it off of him, only to find out that he's unfortunately really attractive. Theres no way you have a shot with him now! Damn those masks!
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Vampire- Kenshi
You're having fun with some friends at a halloween party in the woods, but you can only deal with so much madness before you need a break. You walk off to a quiet part of the woods to take a breather, and find out You're not the only one. You meet a really nice vampire, who happens to be really attractive. The two of you have a pleasant conversation about the party before deciding to walk back together.
Unfortunately for the two of you, there's a big ass hole in the ground that neither of you can see in the dark. Well, that you couldn't see. He would have seen it if he wasn't looking at you the entire time.
The music is too loud for anyone to hear you, and your phones have no signal down there. How the hell are you going to get out?
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Demon - Tomas Vrbada
You really want to go all out while decorating the house for Halloween this year, but you just moved into this town, and don't really know anyone who could help you out. So obviously, your first choice of action is to summon a Demon to help you out. Turns out, he's actually really nice. The two of you strike a bargain that he would help you decorate, and you would repay him with an action of equal weight.
Well, he took a liking to you, and had been popping into your house every once in a while with more and more decorations so that he has an excuse to hang out with you. The week before Halloween, he asks you if his part of the bargain would simply include an invitation to your Halloween party with some plus ones included for his friends.
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#mk1#mk#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat imagines#mk x reader#MK Halloween
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Lavender Wishes | Robin Buckley x reader
summary: your first sleep over with your girlfriend, robin <3
content: fluff, mentions of eating, swearing, brief mention of the upside down, no pronouns directed towards reader, no use of y/n, pet names
word count: [1.5k]
“Oh, I want m&ms too! And don’t forget the popcorn!”
“It’s gonna be hard to forget anything, robs, since you want the whole store” you joke as she rambles over the phone about all the snacks she wants.
“Not the whole store. Maybe half”
“Alright, but you’re gonna owe me a lot of kisses tonight” you bargain, knowing she’s already planning on doing that.
“Yeah, I can do that. Now hurry up and get to the store so I can hold up my end of the deal soon”
You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone and quickly head to the store. Tonight was the first night you’re staying with Robin since you started dating. The relationship was fairly new, but it’s felt like you’ve been together for years. Everything felt so natural with her and you weren’t even nervous about tonight.
Okay… the nervous part was kind of a lie. Of course Robin makes you feel comfortable, but anyone would feel at least a little bit nervous about staying the night with their partner for the first time.
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After a trip to the supermarket and way too many snacks for one night, you finally arrive at Robin’s house.
You take a minute and give yourself a pep talk before walking up and knocking on her door.
“Oh my god, it’s about time! I almost died of boredom” Robin throws her arms around you and you try to hug her back as best as you can with your hands full.
She grabs some of the bags and drags you into the house, leading you into the kitchen to put all the snacks on the counter.
“I’ve been here for three whole minutes and still haven’t gotten a kiss. What are you gonna do about that, Buckley”
She smirks at you and cradles your face in her hands before leaning into you. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face and the giggle that escapes you as she kisses your lips.
“I’ve been waiting on that all day and now you’re laughing at me?” she says with the biggest smile on her face "Don't make me revoke your all access pass to these” she points to her lips and makes you laugh even harder. She’s 110% joking and you know that because she always claims that she’d probably die if she never got to kiss you again.
“Lemme make it up to you”
Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass as you kiss her in the kitchen, barely coming up for air unless it’s absolutely necessary.
“Wow. Now I know what that song by Berlin was talking about” She says when she pulls away from you and you look at her, puzzled.
“That one song from Top Gun. Take my breath away” She clarifies and you chuckle.
“You’re so cheesy. Also, remind Harrington he’s not allowed to pick that movie again next time for movie night”
“But that would break his heart… so yeah I’ll do it and speaking of movies, I got about a thousand of them so go pick one out and I’ll make the popcorn.” she gives you a peck and you head to the living room.
Robin really wasn’t kidding about her getting a thousand movies because there’s a stack of them about a mile high on the coffee table. You decide to go with a horror, knowing she’ll have to cuddle up to you for protection.
Your girlfriend has fought against monsters from a weird, alternate dimension, but she draws the line at a guy with chainsaw.
“What are we watchin’ first?” She asks with a big bowl of popcorn and your favorite candy in her hands.
“Texas chainsaw!” you answer, excitedly and she groans. “I knew you’d do this to me. Next time I’m only getting movies that I like and don’t give me nightmares”
“Didn’t you fight evil Russians and that mind slayer thing?”
“Mind flayer and I’d take either of those things over some weirdo who harvests peoples skin”
“Pleeeeaasse, baby, for me?” you give her your best pout and puppy dog eyes and she gives in within two seconds. “Fine, but don’t expect that to work every time” she points her finger at you. “you know you can never say no to me” she doesn’t deny it.
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It’s not even ten minutes into the movie before Robin is laying on top of you with her face hidden in your neck. Your hand rests on top of her head and you play with her hair to comfort her.
“Do you want me to change the movie, robs?”
“No, ‘cause then you’d have to get up” she whines and you huff out a laugh. “I have to get up anyway because I have to pee”
She looks up at you and furrows her brow. “And leave me alone? I told you not to drink your soda that fast!”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll pause the movie and the door is locked.”
“A locked door isn’t going to stop a chainsaw! They are literally made to chop wood and take a wild guess what my front door is made of!”
God, you love her so much. You know it’s crazy to even think that this early into the relationship, but you were friends long before you started dating. Plus, it’s Robin. You’d be crazy not to be in love with her.
When she finally gets up to let you move, she dramatically throws herself back on the couch with a loud huff. You lovingly roll your eyes and pause the movie before going to the bathroom.
“When you’re done can you bring me some more candy?” she yells and you already know she’s going to be like a toddler on a sugar high.
You come back to the living room with m&ms in hand and Robin is pretending to be dead on the couch. “Oh no, she’s dead! Guess I have to eat these m&m’s all by myself”
She opens one eye to look at you “False alarm, I guess. Don’t worry I’ll help you eat those”
You toss the m&ms at her and go to change the movie. “Actually, I’m kinda tired. Wanna go to bed?’’ she suggests. “Robin, it’s 9 p.m.” you deadpan.
“Okay, bedtime police. I wanna change into pjs and cuddle in my bed”
“Fine, but only if you bring the candy with you”
She jumps up, grabs the candy and practically sprints towards her bedroom. You grab your bag and get ready for bed in the bathroom.
When you enter Robin’s room, she’s changed into only a sports bra and sweats. Your gaze can’t help but linger.
“Wow, perv! You’re just as bad as Steve” she jokes and you get into bed to snuggle up to her.
“I can’t help it. They’re hypnotizing” you say, referring to her boobs and she snorts.
“So, I was, um, thinking about how it’s only friday and we both have the weekend off, so maybe you could stay tomorrow night too? Of course, you don’t have to or anything I just thought that it might be-”
“I’d love to stay all weekend and conveniently enough, I brought plenty of clothes for the whole weekend” you say before she finishes her sentence.
“I knew you would. just can’t get enough of me”
you start to drift asleep as she rubs your back, but all of the sudden she gets a burst of energy.
“babe, i had too much sugar. Let’s do something fun!”
“I had a feeling this would happen. Alright, what do ya wanna do?”
“Let me paint your nails! I promise I won’t mess it up this time ”
Every time you’ve let Robin paint your nails, she’s made an absolute mess. There was one time she spilled a bottle on the carpet because she was flailing her arms around while telling a story.
“Okay, I’m in. show me what ya got”
Robin displays ten different nail polish colors and goes into detail about what she likes about each one. it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“And this one I think would really make your eyes pop. you always look so good in this color”
“What’s the name of the color?”
“Lavender wishes. Cute, right?”
“Adorable” you hold your hand out to her and she starts her masterpiece. Her concentrated face is so fucking cute you can’t help smiling. Usually, Robin is such a chatterbox, but she’s too focused on doing this perfectly that she hasn’t said a word.
“All done. Do you like it?” she asks when she finishes
“I love it. Thank you, baby”
Robin gently blows on your fingertips until they are dry. When she’s done, she kisses both of your hands and helps you up off of the floor.
“That was some tedious work. Wanna go to sleep?” she asks and you nod. You wrap your arms around each other and tangle yourselves together under the blanket.
Both of you end up staying awake until the hours of the night when it feels like the rest of the world is asleep. You talk about anything, nothing, and everything in between.
It’s the best Friday night you’ve ever had.
#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x you#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley fluff#robin buckley fic#robin buckley imagine#robin buckley blurb#robin buckley oneshot#robin buckley#stranger things fluff#stranger things fic#stranger things
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Songs that make me really really really want to learn animation so I can make epic sequences with them as the soundtrack
- Notos by the Oh Hellos, itd make a great phoenix-rising, defeated-character-realizing-their-power-and-absolutely-destroying-someone-who-did-them-real-trauma thing. Also the metaphors and imagery. “Every inhale I take, swallow the ocean whole and I am one / With the hurricane, tall as the tide that laps with a rabid tongue”??? “With every exhale I break you down with a fury, I lay the hills undone / Like a dog gone untamed, bellowing out a river from my lungs”??????
- Boreas by the Oh Hellos, the perfect sort of ‘Im completely defeated but by god I’m still going to do something to help’
- Okay I should just include all of the Four Winds EPs in here. Get over here, Eurus and Zephyrus. Passerine and Rio Grande specifically.
- The Horror and the Wild by the Amazing Devil, see this one fandom post I made that was basically a desperate attempt to visualize an animatic I could never make
- Chords by the Amazing Devil, entirely different vibes but bloody hell it lights a fire in my heart every time I hear it. Just. “We were the winter nights / So you could be the morning snow / Your life begins by leaving / And our love is shown / In the letting go”????????
- Rockslide by the Crane Wives. Im writing a whole thing about that album, Coyote Stories’, relationship with climate change and the generally horrible state of the world and this song is the reason. “Oh I pray today my soul to keep / But we best get a move on or the devil we will meet”?? I mean. Mates. It hits hard.
- Sleeping Giants by the Crane Wives. Same album as Rockslide and just as strong if not more so. It would make for a great call-to-war or prelude-to-a-big-ol-battle.
- Rule #3 Paperwork by Fish in a Birdcage. By goodness is Paperwork underrated (though methinks Rule #2 Moonlight is even more underrated but thats just a good song) and I love it to death. Just a great song for an easygoing time. Or, alternatively, a great song for a subtle call to action.
- Rule #33 Pyre by Fish in a Birdcage. Its just great. A final, fond farewell from a beloved parent or mentor or loved one or other dear person telling you that you’ll be fine after they’re gone. Also the accordion is really neat in this one. “Trust yourself and live it your way”. It just is great.
- WOLVES OF THE REVOLUTION. ARCADIAN WILD. This gave so much inspiration for writing a revolution and the people involved in it. Its perfect for that arc. It doesnt bloody matter if said revolution is in a war tragedy of a fanfic.
Theres more but I dont have much to say about them, so just know that Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier (Corb Lund), Solar Waltz (Cosmo Sheldrake), Mvmt II Begin and Never Cease (The Oh Hellos (really bloody Christian but its so good just music wise)(Also Christmas as hell)), The Day Goes On (Bill Wurtz), and my very dear Discord’s Smallest Violin (The AJR Discord) are also very dear to my heart and would probably become something if I had enough commitment and free time and all those other extremely volatile factors to actually learn how to animate. I will, someday. But that day is not today.
Also I swear to you @writer-of-random-things I am writing the climate-change-Coyote-Stories thing. It exists. Or, about half of it exists. I got to The Hand That Feeds and its. Uh. A lot.
#the oh hellos#the amazing devil#the crane wives#fish in a birdcage#the arcadian wild#me running my mouth#<- that will be the tag for uncategorized ramblings#here and on activate-shadow-of-the-window
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A very long and over due life update.
So, to start this off I guess I need to back up. Let's start in October. It feels like yesterday but also a lifetime ago. Things were...ok I'd say. Boring, routine, the only shake up was my hormones ran out and my job was changing our insurance, so I had to cancel my follow up appointment for bloodwork and a refill. But then I got some bad news from my parents.
My dad had a heart attack and was in the hospital. He was ok, but he needed surgery. First they thought just a stent, but then decided he needed a triple bypass. I have a pretty good relationship with my parents, but we're kind of distant. I live a few hours away and only see them around the holidays but we talk on the phone weekly. My dad can lean a little on the conservative side but both of them are the absolute salt of the earth. They're done so much to help me and I felt powerless to be able to help. I couldn't leave work and felt like there was nothing I could do.
The next couple weeks were rough, my dad was staying in the hospital, my mom was going back and forth staying with him and taking care of my grandma, who is in her late 80's and has a litany of health issues. On a Friday I finally managed to make the drive home and spend the weekend there. Seeing my dad laid up in a hospital gown tied to machines is something i'll never forget. He could get up and move and acted like he was ok. But he's one of those guys you meet and you think he's invincible. The kind of guy that put a new roof on our house with a broken finger and can't turn away a stray animal at the door. Some family members I hadn't seen in a long time came and went over the weekend. Thoughts of our own mortality set in and I realize this could be the last time I see any of them.
I've lost people before. Some of them suddenly and unexpectedly. Others who's death was almost a sigh of relief after fighting for so long. I never got to say goodbye when my friend died and I hope he knows how much he meant to me. I don't want to feel that again, ever.
The day of surgery came. He was in the OR for 3 hours but it felt like an eternity and a second at the same time. A few hours after that my mom and I were able to see him. He was extubated already, which was a good sign. But he was on heavy medication, incoherent, coming in and out of sleep. But he knew I was there and that's all that mattered.
I had to leave and make my way back to my parents to get my dog, and then make the 2 hour drive back to Ohio and go back to work in the morning. At this point I knew my dad would be ok, he just had to get through recovery. But now thoughts of my own health were worrying me. I'm not in the best shape, I don't exercise or work out. I've already had surgery to fix stomach problems. Everyone on my dad's side has heart problems, and everyone on my mom's side has cancer and diabetes. There's not much I do to prevent any of that. I'm in my 30's and I feel it, maybe more than I should.
Over the next couple months my mental health continues to fall. I had a birthday and spent it sick, as I always seem to do. It's always a rough time of year for me. Seasonal depression kicks in, I get older, and another year passes. My dog, my best friend, the reason I kept myself alive, is getting old. I see it more and more every day and it breaks my heart.
The holidays came and went. I saw my grandma for the first time in a few years. Always wondering if it will be the last. Despite that, this year I never felt less in the holiday spirit. I used to love this time of year, now I desperately try to enjoy it, but part of me just wants it to be over. The best part seems to be a few days off work.
At this point it should be noted I have not restarted hormones. My identity has always been more in flux than i've let on, and maybe that needs to be it's own post, but I don't know if I want to start again or not. I don't know what I want, I don't know what my goals are. I don't know who i am. Beyond basic hygiene, I really don't even feel like taking care of myself most days. I pretty much always feel melancholic. I'm not angry, I don't get excited, I don't have much joy. My sex drive is non existent and I have no desire to do...well, anything.
New year's comes and I honestly couldn't care. It feels like another day. My gf and I go out and have an Ok time. I'm just so tired all the time it's hard for me to go out and enjoy myself like I used to.
And then, a couple days ago my landlord calls. We have to move out. Not sure when, but probably soon. I'm heartbroken and panicking over it. We absolutely love our house. We've only been here about a year and a half but it's been wonderful. It has plenty of room, privacy, it's quiet. We can leave our doors unlocked and packages aren't stolen off our porch. We're allowed both of our dogs and all 3 of our cats with no issues. We've invested so much time and money here. My gf is close with the owners and their children, who were the previous tenants. We even thought about trying to buy this house off of them when their other kid moves out of the downstairs apartment. And it's affordable. Anything else like what we have now will cost double and we can't afford that.
Our last apartment was tiny, cramped, dark and ran by an awful property investment company. And now we have to deal with that again. If we can even find a place where we can take 5 animals. We can hide 2 of the cats, but not all of them. We're in no position to buy nor do we have the time to go through the process. My gf said we may have to find 2 different apartments and live separately for a while. Just the thought of that brings me to tears. I can't live without her, I can't live without our pets. We're a family. I don't know what to do.
Since I got the phone call I've done nothing but panic, contact rental agencies and weigh my options. None of them are good. Best case scenario is we move in a smaller, worse place, paying more rent.
Nothing is going right for me. I know this isn't insurmountable and nothing that people haven't gone through before. But...god damn I need a break and I can't get one.
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Twin Peaks Sentences, Vol. 3
(Sentences from Twin Peaks (1990-1991, 2017). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"We can't let personal feelings interfere with our work."
"I wanted so much to be like you..."
"Have you ever experienced absolute loss?"
"I doubt that any one of us is a stranger to grief."
"Do you approve of murder?"
"I think we're at the point where it would be healthier for everyone if you got whatever was bothering you out in the open."
"I'll advise you to keep your eye on the woods. The woods are wondrous here, but strange."
"Do you know what the ultimate secret is?"
"I want to try to make the way my heart feels last forever."
"Do not play games with me."
"Two and two do not always equal four."
"It's best if you forget about me."
"Stop staring at me like I'm a dog biscuit!"
"All I ever really wanted was for him to love me."
"Can't you ever say anything nice?"
"Nothing I do is ever good enough for you."
"Do you want me to beg? Because I'll beg!"
"There are things dark and heinous in the world. Things too horrible to tell our children."
"So this is it? You save my life and then break my heart?"
"Someone must have hurt you once real badly."
"You know, there's only one problem with you: you're perfect."
"You're up to something, but I'm sure that's none of my business."
"As usual, you're overreacting."
"I've been trying very hard recently to get more in touch with my feelings."
"I know what it's like to be alone."
"You're afraid of him, aren't you?"
"I did good, didn't I?"
"I'm living my life, I just don't like it very much."
"Are you familiar with Project Blue Book?"
"Is my death so important to you?"
"Your mind is like a diamond. It's cold, and hard, and brilliant."
"I love you. I've never said that before to anybody in my life. I love you."
"Careful. I'm not sure I can tolerate a nervous co-conspirator."
"Replacing the quiet elegance of the dark suit and tie with the casual indifference of these muted earth tones is a form of fashion suicide."
"Men of business frequently find their personal lives disrupted by the larger portraits they paint."
"When you had him killed, was it for art or money?"
"What did you expect? An apology? A hidden heart of gold?"
"If he wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead."
"You two bring out the worst in each other."
"I'm home! Did you miss me?"
"What happened? Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
"I hated you at first, of course."
"I wouldn't blame you if you hated me."
"We're all familiar with betrayal."
#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters#specific;#crime drama;#filmtv;#classics;#twin peaks;#supernatural drama;
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mistake (zhongli n reader) pt 2!
HEJIKOPL THE OTHER ONE GOT SO MUCH ATTENTION I FEEL SO PRESSURED TO GET THIS ONE DONE AND MAKE IT GOOD 😭😭 PLS SAVE ME
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"Get the fuck out."
"W-What?"
"Get out!" You screamed, pointing to the door of your shared home. Small drops of blood splattering every where. For the first time in your "relationship", he had been asked to get out and leave.
"What about us? Are we still-" Zhongli spoke up.
"After everything you did to me, you expect me to still want you back? Hah, funny." You scoffed at his pathetic question.
"God, do I just want to rip your face off and show everyone you're nothing but a bitch. A bitch wanting his lovely little ex back, only running into somebody else's arms just to let time pass." You took another glass piece and broke it.
"Stop breaking things!" He was mad.
"Oh? Now you're mad?" You didn't want to turn this into a full fight, but it was hard to not.
"Zhongli, I gave you chances. I gave you hope for us. And this is how you treat me?"
"I loved you." Zhongli was, of course, trying to calm you down and talk his way through your forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry-"
"You always say sorry but you never mean it. You always use your words to talk your way into my arms. Into my embrace. Into my forgiveness. Cause you're the biggest, most fucked up asshole there is." You felt angry yet sad.
"I tried, Zhongli. I really fucking tried." The look he gave you looked like he finally had some sympathy. He finally understood what you had meant by "I tried". In reality, he did somehow try too. He tried to love you, to care for you, and to cherish you. But he just couldn't do it.
"Goodbye. I can't do this anymore." You took your coat and bag, walking towards the door.
"Wait-" He tried to stop you.
"There's nothing worth stopping for anymore, Zhongli. It's over. It's all gone." were the last things you said before leaving and shutting the door in his face.
He cried, heart full of sorrow and despair. He finally realized what he had done. He had lost you for good. There was no chance that you would run back into his arms like he ran into yours in the beginning. All the love and time you spent together down the drain.
"What do I do now?"
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timeskip a year later !
You were finally living a free life. You didn't regret breaking up with him and losing your long "loving" relationship. You loved traveling and reading books. But your most loved thing to do was write about what you had learned. You posted a blog on the internet, which went viral and now various people follow you.
"Zhongli? Hah, funny you mention him again. I don't regret breaking up with him, but I would love to thank him for some reason. He helped me grow and learn. Even if the expense of learning those lessons were, well, expensive."
He, meanwhile, was still living in your shared home. In the first 3 months of your break up, he was depressed. He was also learning himself. What he had done, what you had said and done. He was still hurt. He could let go of everything you had. Your bedsheets that smelled like you, your pillowcases, your collection of books. But one thing he couldn't let go was the photo of you and him, standing on the beach with your cat and dog. He knew deep inside that he was genuinely happy at that moment. He knew he couldn't get you back, but thinking and missing you was enough for him.
You both had different endings. You ended up fully healed and happy with your new life. He, on the other hand, was still learning and healing. But no matter how much you love a person, don't forget to leave some for yourself. For loving somebody too much can hurt both of you.
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BIITCHES THIS IS IT. I CANT BELIEVE TE OTHER ONE GOT SO MUCH ATTENTION LIKE 🤨🤨 but this is the final part. I absolutely love this so much, and I hope you do too. Love is hard to understand, but with the right person at the right time, you will be able to love :)!
#genshin angst#genshin impact#genshin#zhongli#zhongli x y/n#zhongli x reader#y/n#reader#story#writer#mona megistus#kiseatories
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☆INSANITY WARNING!!!☆
No CSM Tuesday effects finally hit me, so today I will propose theories of why *I think* relationship between Yoshida, Denji, and Asa would have significant impact in the future (in short, they will be a some sort of trio).
Source? I have no source. This post absolutely has no valid basis. Just me and my feelings, my own delulus, my own mess. It's all just in my head. And I decided to do an insane amount of reaching and stretching to the point I and my friends start to question my own sanity.
Let's just say... I have contract with Fanfiction Devil. All these theories below are the waste products of my contract (I sold half of my soul and sanity). So I hope you guys didn't take this as leaks or valid predictions or something. This is purely my own madness (even if it doesn't happen, I still have that Fanfiction Devil contract, I could fix them).
So, what are those "YoshiDenAsa trio will happen" theories? Well, allow me to elaborate further then. Please buckle up your seat and prepare your ibuprofens because this journey will be a long and confusing one.
#1 - Animals and Habitats Representation Theory
Asa's last name, Mitaka (三鷹) literally means Three Hawks. Asa represent bird, the sky. Just like how hawk observes from the sky before attempting a strike, that's what Asa's narratives roles *I think* would be. She's meant to be an observant at first before surprise attack. We've seen that before and I think we will see more of it as I believe she would become stronger as the time goes.
Denji's devil heart represent dog, the land. It's 100% obvious that Pochita is treated as a dog, there's no doubt. And just like that, it also represent Denji's roles in the narratives. The thing is, Denji is not an ordinary dog no more, he's the feral ones. To control and to "tame" him now will be no easy task as his previous owner who successfully "claim" him (Makima) is already dead.
(Hawks could pick up and eat dogs btw, just like how Yoru in the past could defeat Chainsaw Man so many times before her fall. It does fit the narratives when we think about it hard enough)
And lastly... Yoshida, he represent octopus, the sea. Just like how octopus is solitary animal, both of them said to prefer living alone. Octopus is also very smart, and could camouflage to its surrounding. Which suit very well with common Yoshida's character interpretation that's usually interpret him as this very mysterious knowledgeful being.
However the truth is, Yoshida is a human, just like the rest. And octopus is just a part of bigger animal kingdom, just like the dog and the bird. Now we just wait until that little octopus get tired of pretending to be a dog (to Public Safety) and finally break free, like many of "octopus jail break" cases in real life.
In conclusion, I think these three different animals symbolism will be connected to each other somehow in some way. It's too much of a coincidences for it to just be a mere coincidences and not Fujimoto's writing choices IMO.
#2 - Three Horsemen × Three Birds Theory
As you can see in this poorly written image, this theory will try to debunk the connection between Yoshida, Denji, and Asa with their respective Horsemen Devils counterpart.
"Why are you so sure that three birds imagery will be very important?"
"Mi" in "Mitaka" means three. Asa is the new main character, her name have symbolism just like how Denji's name come from Tenshi (Angel). Also we already get introduced to three Horsemen Devils who will deliver major impact in this part.
It's a messy dots right now BUT when you try to connect it, things started to make more sense. So, about their connections to their respective Horsemen Devil counterpart/parallel...
Asa is connected to Yoru (she literally use Asa's body as her vessel), the War Devil. Just like how she has constant war within herself and with society as a teenage girl. War Devil fits Asa so much.
Denji is connected to Makima and Nayuta, the Control Devil. Because he's very persistent to keep fighting for his freedom over people who try to abuse him and control him in his entire life.
Yoshida is connected to AND supposedly opposes Kiga/Fami, the Famine Devil. His last name, Yoshida (吉田) literally means "Lucky Ricefield" (and rice is the most common staple food in Asia). He's really built and made to oppose her. Though he did shows signs of social starvation.
Back to three birds imagery. If we read the same manga, you'll notice how birds is used a lot in part 2 and also used by Makima to keep an eye to her surroundings and her enemies (remember Katana Man Arc).
It's hard for me to come up with paragraphs of explanation so I will just show you this image on how I connected the dots.
++ Bonus delusions: Chapter 99 is titled "Two Birds", probably to reference both Asa and Yoru. But the three birds imagery there still bother me. To the point, I think it's actually for Yoshida. So by "Two Birds", it's maybe means Yoshida and Asa rather than Yoru and Asa (or them three, YoshiAsaYoru because it looks very deliberate to have double meanings (the three birds is not for YoshiAsaYuko sadly🥲)).
In conclusion, three birds symbolism in part two IMO stand for three human (Asa, Denji, Yoshida) and three horsemen (War, Control, Famine). I'm very positive that their 2x3 groupies will have deeper meaning and connection in the future.
#3 - Chapters Title Theory
Now we come to the last theory I have for YoshiDenAsa trio possibilities. I can't put image in this section because I already hit the limit so let's use our imagination a little bit.
This one is kinda fanfic-esque and I did the most of my far stretching here so I recommend you to drink that ibuprofen you brought right now before entering this insanity trip.
First, let's take a look for where Yoshida, Asa, and Denji are in the same chapter:
- Chapter 104 with title "Spoiler"
- Chapter 109 with title "The Easy Way to Stop Bullying"
- Chapter 114 with title "Endless Aquarium"
- Chapter 115 with title "High Schoolers These Days"
- Chapter 117 with title "Penguin and Weapon"
- Chapter 120 with title "Triangle"
- Chapter 121 with title "Theory of Happiness"
- Chapter 132 with title "Protection"
Second, let's take another look to which chapter where their interractions to each other was the main focus:
- Chapter 104 with title "Spoiler"
- Chapter 115 with title "Highschoolers These Days"
- Chapter 120 with title "Triangle"
This is actually a signs for their weird love interest triangle. Trust me. Hear me out. There's something more in these chapters title, I just know it. Based on what? My feelings. Maybe it will be like how chapter 102 ("Save The Cat") was a foreshadowing for chapter 127 ("Save The Asa").
I just could feel it in my soul. These chapters title will be more relevant in the future. TRUST.
That's all for now. Big thanks to my moots @mimsynotpog for encouraging me to write this LOL. Anyway, I'm always open for discussion! Lemme know your thoughts on this one!
Do you guys think Yoshida, Denji, and Asa trio is possible? The answer is obvious big YES from me. We still have time. We're just 30+ chapters in! I won't lose hope yet!
#chainsaw man#chainsaw man part 2#hear me out#yoshida#yoshida hirofumi#denji#hayakawa denji#asa#mitaka asa#yoshidenasa#yoshiasaden#whatever you call them ot3#analysis? kinda#more like my ramblings but it will make sense one day trust#chainsaw man theory#i got feelings on this like trust me guys#horsemen devil#I was insane when I wrote this so sorry if it has so many error#this is the kind of post that when I revisit one day it's either will make me giggles or giving me major mental breakdown#if my ramblings turns out to be very false then alright#idk how to feel about it if it's become true anyway#their relationships are very doomed by the narratives right now but I have hopes in Fujimoto's style of writing
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