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My tummy is sooooo cute, it deserves 1,000 compliments per day 🥺
#sorenhoots#it was cute before T and its even cuter with a lil layer of fwuff!!!! gosh i love being on T
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*points at you* flipnote user
*looks around me* I maybe posted a flipnote here somewhere? Is
Is this where this is comin from or somethin??
#I *was* a flipnote animator sure years ago#only indication nowadays that I was is my artstyle being consistent for animation purposes or just#me making fwuff yeeeeaaaars ago with the same chao bodystyle like flsvn or shnyev#havent actually touched flipnte in years tho#so anyway yeah either my art reeks of it or obvs hey there person of past#fwuffletail
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tell me your comfort beetlejuice fanfic if u wish, I would like to have some recs
#beetlejuice musical#beetlejuice#possibly beej centric and musicalverse but im curious regardless what ppl got#my most self indulgent would be totally beej centric and fwuff hurtcomfort. that guy needs a hug#but lets see
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Six+ Sentences and Not-(Not)-Sunday
It is a Sunday for me, whoops. Thank you @new-eyes-extra-colors for tagging me, though in all honesty I have no idea what I’m doing. :)
This is part of a larger work that has been in progress for a bit but hopefully will actually get completed now that I don’t have classes. The fic doesn’t have a name yet other than I’ve been calling it “The Lovecraftian Horror One”, but belongs to the Hobbit fandom for I am lost on this reality.
"I have to warn you, this path is not for the faint of heart. I know many scoff at the idea of the occult, of other beings, but I ask that you treat it with respect and a healthy dose of fear."
Bilbo smiled at him, almost sympathetically. "I know the stories of this book. But I am afraid we have no other option. We are dealing with things we cannot prepare ourselves for without this."
Dr. Peredhel pursed his lips before nodding, leading them to another room in the back of this smaller library, unlocking a door. "In that case, I can only wish you luck." He moved to a metal case on the other side of the room, unlocking it and taking a box out. "I can only give you an hour, for I fear any more time than that and the book may gain a hold on you."
He pulled on some delicate black gloves, gesturing for them to take a pair from the drawer of them as well. Carefully, he eased the box open and pulled from it's cushioned lining a book. A strange scent drifted from the book, almost of dried flowers and salt. There was a strange shift that made Thorin's hair stand on end. All the while his eye was drawn to the book that Dr. Peredhel was carefully setting on one of the tables in the room, Bilbo sitting before it. It had a dark leather cover pulled strangely taught. Thorin frowned at it, the sudden feeling of there being a predator nearby telling him to leave, to run. He wanted to pull Bilbo away and run as far as he could.
"That is a strange cover, doesn't look like any leather I've seen before." Nori murmured, eye sharp.
"That is because it's human." Dr. Peredhel stated, a slightly smug tone coming as he watched Bofur cringe and move away. He turned his attention to Bilbo, who was looking at the book in slight awe, running a gloved finger down it's cover before almost reverently opening it. The first page was blank but as he turned to the next, it was obvious it was in no language Thorin had seen before. "I hope your ancient Latin is up to snuff." He announced before nodding to them all and leaving.
There is a lot more to this story that makes this make a lot more sense, but it’s what I’ve been working on and what I want to finish the most so hopefully I can soon give more to this and eventually put it up to AO3. But take this as a little teaser almost, I guess? Let me know if anyone has any comments, I love to hear back.
#the hobbit#bagginshield#current wip#tw: horror#lovecraftian#not yet named#fan fic writing#fic: The Lovecraftian Horror One#Fwuff writes#thilbo#hobbit fic#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#bofur the dwarf#nori the dwarf
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“Look, Eri. It’s a bunny!” Mina kneels next to Eri. “If you stay really still and quiet, she’ll come up and sniff you. Her name is Yuwai.”
Eri is good at still and quiet. Yuwai hops around the living room, not looking scared at all. Then someone opens a drawer in the kitchen and the bunny sprints away from the kitchen, coming right up next to Eri.
Eri holds her breath.
Yuwai forgets to be scared and swivels her ears around. Then she hops up to Eri and sniffs her knee. Eri stifles a giggle. “She tickles!”
The bunny puts her feet on Eri’s leg and stretches up into her lap. Eri barely breathes. She can feel Yuwai’s muscles trembling under her fur.
“Oh, she thinks you have raisins!” Momo gives Eri a box. “Here, give Yuwai some of these. Not too many. Bunnies shouldn’t have lots of sugar.”
Eri shakes out some of the raisins. Yuwai strains forward and puts her nose in the box. Eri giggles and holds out her hand. “Here, bunny!”
Yuwai shoves her nose into Eri’s palm and devours the raisins. Her nose is velvety-soft and she’s very careful not to nip Eri with the teeth she can feel under the soft. Eri hands Momo the raisins and pets Yuwai gently. “Oh, she’s so soft!”
“Yeah. Yuwai is a Mini Rex, which means she’s one of the softest bunnies in the whole entire world.”
“Hello, Yuwai-chan.”
Yuwai noses around for more raisins, then slides out from under Eri’s hand like Rascal does when he’s done being petted. Eri giggles as Yuwai goes under the couch. “I like bunnies!”
“Bunnies are wonderful.”
#my writing#fanfiction#my hero academia#bnha#eri (bnha)#in which I leverage my knowledge of rabbit behavior to produce Fwuff#fluff#rabbit#yuwai-chan#excerpts#my art
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|| Thinking about.. Nina's found family or significant other annoying tf outta her by occasionally asking her to describe how she's feeling so she can actually learn how to express what little emotions she has healthilyyy...
#⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?*˚⁺ - Random Thoughts#|| like idk how much it'll help when 80% of the time her answer is a sarcastic comeback#|| but fwuff thoughts 🥰#|| found family for Nina 2k23
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Kiss?
Tsukishima Kei x GN!Reader
Content: fwuff!!! just fluff :>
A/N: i forgot i wrote this ww
"Tsukki?"
"Hm?"
"Kiss?"
Tsukishima sighed as he faced you, narrowing his eyes at you to observe your face. Though he gives in and leans close, pecking you on the lips.
"You better be studying." he said, pointing a finger as if to warn you.
With a smile, you nodded your head and went back to looking at your notes.
This has been going on for a while since he arrived at your home. You asking for a kiss is normal, what's not normal is you asking for one every 5 minutes. It's not that he's against it, just confused and it leaves him flustered.
It flusters him that he can't focus on his studies, that he looks forward to the next time you'll be asking for a kiss. Waiting eagerly for you to face him, glancing every second to brace himself for when you ask.
God he's whipped for you.
The more he thinks about kissing you, the faster the seconds tick by. As he gets distracted by thinking of giving you more than a peck, he almost doesn't hear the way you call out to him.
"Tsukki? Are you okay?"
Snapping out of his trance, he quickly faces you and nods his head, a small blush on his cheeks.
"Yeah, just got caught up on this question." he points at a random question in his book.
"Oh, do you need help then?" you asked, the smile on your lips seemed to say that you have caught him in his daze.
Seeing the coy smile on you, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, facing his notes on the desk "No."
With a giggle, you leaned your cheek on your hand, arm propped against the desk as you admired his side profile. He didn't seem to notice your staring from how occupied he is with his mind.
"Tsukki?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss?"
#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x you#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima fanfiction#hq tsukki#haikyuu tsukishima
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Young And Beautiful
Summary: In where Severus wonders how someone so beautiful could love him.
Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape
Warning(s): body image issues, implied age gap, a bit of angst but also all the fluff to combat it (I'm too weak to write straight angst haha)
Word Count: 3.1K
A/N: Hoo boi it's been a while! In something totally different from the last two fics I wrote here is a lil comforting Sev fic bc I love him 🥺🥺and Alan's portal of Snape, even if he was twice the age of what the books had was perfect (also dad bod 🙏). Soo, I kind of just said why don't we just run with that, so Sev is like in his 50s or something in here and probably OOC bc love does that to you I guess.
A/N+: Is the title bc of that Lana Del Rey song yes lol. I'll stop rambling now enjoy!!
“For fucks sake!”
The sharp exclamation that reverberated around the room caused [Y/n] to jump in place and drop the lipstick she was about to apply onto the vanity with a faint ‘thud’. A squeak of surprise left her lips as she poked her head out of the bathroom, eyes quickly falling onto the back of her husband who was standing in front of the closet mirror.
She watched as he tugged at the arms of the black outer coat incessantly, frustrated curses leaving his lips as with one pull to one arm's sleeve, the other would roll up in sync with it. Bemused, she wordlessly made her way over to his side, a hand laying upon his forearm as she examined the contrasting expressions on their features in the mirror.
“What’s wrong darling?”
Her hand rubbed his arm in a pacifying manner while she placed soft kisses against his clothed forearm before laying her head against it.
“The last time I saw you this irritated is when our sweet baby boy somehow melted our floor with his vomit.”
They both couldn’t help but pause to wince at that memory. It was a long story that started with irritation that morphed into a slight panic, but it was indeed the confirmation that their little boy was a wizard. While her expression changed into serene amusement still thinking about that, his only went from a grimace to a muted frown at the current struggle.
“It’s these damn buttons!”
Usually deft fingers fiddled with said irritants yet still having issues with some of them closing caused a loud scoff to leave his lips before he let his hands drop to his side in a defeated manner.
“As you see they won’t close.”
Taking a step in front of him and running her fingers against the cloth, she pulled gently on the flaps of the coat and noticed that while they did meet it wasn’t without a bit of effort. It couldn’t be comfortable considering the grunt Severus had let out when she did try to tug the pieces together so she let the fabric go.
“When was the last time you wore this?” She questioned strolling behind him, fingers reaching from behind him and latching onto the lapel of the coat. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he yanked at one of the sleeves before foregoing it all together and with clenched teeth gritted out,
“I don’t know, a year, two, what does it matter? We are going to be late!”
“Well my dear husband,” she started gently, pulling the coat off of him and tossing it on the bed behind them, it making a soft ‘fwuff’ sound when it landed, “it looks like those are too small and we need to take a trip to Madam Malkin’s. I’m sure transfiguring some other dark cloth on it for the time being will work though.”
Standing on tiptoes and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she turned to go back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. Grabbing the lipstick that had rolled into the sink after she walked away, a little huff escaped her noticing that the fall had damaged it and smashed the delicate tip of the cosmetic.
“Tsk, damn it.”
A sigh left her as she placed the tube back down and glared at it to make sure it stayed in place while she went to retrieve her wand to fix it. Pleased that it wasn’t rolling about, she began to make her way to the nightstand on her side of the bed, only to stop when she noticed Severus was no longer standing at the mirror but sitting on the side of the bed with his head down cradled in his hands.
“Sev what’s wrong?”
The frown that tugged at her lips was an automatic response to his dour position and she was by his side in an instant when he didn’t respond. One arm was strewn around his broad shoulders while another found its way to the hand covering his face. Delicate fingers stroked the skin beneath her thumb before she leaned down briefly to place a feathery soft kiss against his knuckles.
“Darling what’s bothering you?” Her voice came out in a hushed manner while she continued to caress his hand in hopes of giving him comfort while eyeing him with concern. There was only silence between them as he kept his face buried in his palms making no move to answer her.
“Severus-”
“Even after all this time, I still don’t understand,” he cut her off with an elongated weary sigh, hands dropping from his face, and landing on his lap in a clenched fist. Her hand that had been holding his fell to her own lap as she waited for him to speak.
“Why someone so...so young and beautiful would want to be with me?"
From the sharp inhale of breath that filled her lungs, it was clear that [Y/n] hadn’t been prepared for the statement that fell from his lips. It was no secret that when they started dating, he had some insecurities about himself even if he tried to hide them between harsh words and sneers that would make even the most battle-hardened wizard shiver.
There were many arguments that stemmed from those insecurities and some of hers too that lead to tear-filled nights. But they always worked through them together, never wanting to leave things unsaid whenever something hurtful might have been said out of anger.
In time the bond between the two of them strengthened, and the arguments became words of encouragement and love, and well here they were now, husband and wife along with a little boy.
So to say she was surprised when she heard him say this was an understatement. At first, she didn’t know how to respond, too stunned and caught off guard by such a sudden confession. It wasn’t until she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding that she let her question out, voice wavering a bit,
“W-What are you going on about Severus?”
“Look at me!” Sharp words came out with a tone of bitterness as he balled his hands into tight fists causing blue veins to contrast with pale skin. His lips were turned downward in a scowl while his eyebrows were knitted together, summoning the frown marks that had rarely made an appearance nowadays.
“An old, bitter, hideous man who can’t even fit into my own clothing,” he snarled, bringing his fists down against his legs with each insult he threw at himself.
It was done with such force that each time he struck his leg, her own hands twitched immediately wanting to grab him and stop him from hurting himself. “That is what I’m going on about [Y/n]! I cannot comprehend why you ever chose me when you could have had your pick of the lot someone who could-”
“Enough!”
[Y/n] voice rang around them firm and clear as she found herself shooting up from his side not wanting to hear any more of his self-deprecating diatribe.
“Severus, listen to me.” She dropped to her knees next to his legs, hands reaching out and taking his balled-up fist into them. “Stop saying those horrid things about yourself because you are none of them do you understand? You are hardly old, and even so we all age, we all grow old so what does it matter?”
Pausing, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his knuckles before her eyes traveled up to look at him. When their eyes met, she felt a pang of sorrow grow in her chest as she took in his miserable expression.
His lips still turned downward in a frown and dark eyes were watering as he tried to focus on her but all he could think about was how she would have been better without him. But she didn’t think that. Never in a million years, that’s why she was with him. In her mind, no other person could hold a candle to him, the man she loved and cherished with every fiber of her being.
“You call yourself bitter, yet tell me how could a bitter man love me so well?” She continued, this time placing a kiss against the top of his clothed leg which twitched at the action. Her eyes sparkled at him with hopes that he could feel the earnestness of her words, and if not, it was an open invitation for him to look and feel how much she loved him.
“You make me so happy every day I get to wake up beside you! Besides, how could someone bitter raise our son to be such a sweet and loving boy.”
Even with her words, she could see there was still doubt in his expression. His eyes still held hesitancy in them and his hands were still clenched with such force she was sure there would be imprints of his nails on his palm. So she continued more than willing to give him the praise and comfort that he needed from her because he so deserved it.
“And hideous my love?”
Releasing his hand from her grip, [Y/n] trailed her fingers up from his thigh all the way up to right above his heart before a smirk crossed her lips. Even in that solemn moment, Severus could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of her with the look she was giving him. Before he could even say anything though, he felt her hand leave for a moment before he was pushed back against the bed.
A watery choked gasp escaped his throat as he tried to cover his tear-filled eyes with his forearm but she was having none of that. Quickly she straddled herself on top of his hips, legs spread on opposite sides of him as she grabbed his arm and brought it to her lips. Their eyes met briefly before she placed her lips on his palm, kissing the pale flesh and drawing another gasp from him.
“You are the most handsome.”
She started, laying his hand down on the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his midsection before trailing kisses up to his chest just right above his heart.
“Most alluring.”
She continued whispering against him, laying herself on top of him now, as she went to press her lips softly against his neck. The side where faded yet visible scars stood testament to the horror he had endured years ago. It was something he hated looking at it for years yet she wasn’t once disgusted by him for it.
His breath hitched at the contact, and the soft whimper that left his lips was accompanied by a stray tear escaping at her action as he stared at the ceiling. Pressing one more kiss to his neck, she continued to trail her lips across his throat, stopping for a moment to watch how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed before kissing it too.
“And most enchanting, man I’ve ever had the honor to set my eyes on,” she finished with a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing her lips against his own, “and nothing anyone can say, including you, will ever change my mind about this!”
“[Y/n].”
“Shh,” she hushed him before he could say anything more and closed the minuscule distance between their lips.
Reflectively they both let out a moan at the contact that brought warmth to both of their faces. One of Severus’ arms wrapped around her waist while the other found home on the back of her head and he cradled her close. All thoughts of being late to their reservation were lost as they enveloped each other with their warmth.
Their lips were soft against each other as they pulled back only to fill their lungs with air before delving back into one another. Quiet sighs and groans escaped them as they lost their sense of time with one another.
Hands roamed over each other in a soothing manner that made the safe comforting feeling they had feel more intense. Both of their hearts squeezed at that.
It was [Y/n] who finally pulled away from him much to his chagrin. She wore a warm smile on her face as she maneuvered herself so that they could both gaze at each other. Neither said anything to the other as they lay in each other's presence finding that at that moment nothing else needed to be said.
They laid undisturbed for a while, the only noises around them were birds chirping outside signaling that the day was slowly coming to an end, and the soft sounds of their breathing.
As the singing of the birds continued, both of them slowly began to get up from their places on the bed. There was a peaceful stillness between them as they each made their way to separate areas of the room to finish getting dressed.
Severus grabbed the offending coat from earlier and began to search the closet for a similar one he had while [Y/n] went to retrieve her wand as she was doing so earlier and made her way back into the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before she was standing at the door, just finishing putting on a sensible pair of heels that she felt arms wrap around her waist and a kiss being pressed on the top of her head. A delighted hum escaped her lips as she turned around to get a look at Severus, a joke on the tip of her tongue about male and female stereotypes about getting ready.
But it fizzled as quickly as it came when she found herself ogling him. Eyes drinking in the way the coat from earlier that had caused distress was now draped on him in a manner that accentuated his waist quite nicely. She knew for a fact that she probably had the derpiest lopsided smile on her face as she kept eyeing her husband up and down.
“Oh my Merlin Severus Snape, are you trying to get me sent to Azkaban?”
That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from the way his eyebrows shot up in a bewildered expression as [Y/n] hands flew to his waist and began to smooth her hand against the coat. Eyes gleaming as she kept ogling at how good he looked, she continued with her spew, enthusiasm and sincerity dripping off of each word.
“Because if any witch or wizard has the same thoughts I’m having about you right now at this dinner I will duel them to the death.”
A choked cough (or laugh) left his lips as he turned away from her in an attempt to cover the blush that was creeping up from her words. While said in jest, there was a hint of seriousness in her tone that had him believe that she would probably duel someone in the middle of a restaurant for staring.
“Thank you my love, I’m glad I inspire you so much that you would risk going to Azkaban because of unsolicited ogling but,” he murmured, going in to wrap his arms around her waist causing her to mimic his action and laying her head against his chest enjoying being in his embrace. “It is my preference that you not be sent there as I'm quite fond of you. Plus I think our little boy would be quite upset with his mum.”
“Oh, you are worth so much more risk than that! But you are right,” she said, eyes flickering up to him and a content smile on her face while she studied the bemused expression he wore. “I’m quite happy with our little family so I’ll try to rein in my possessiveness.”
“I think the other patrons and myself would appreciate that,” he answered as he loosened his grip around her and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. His fingers stroked the supple skin causing her to nuzzle his palm happily enjoying the warmth that radiated off it.
“And [Y/n]?”
“Yes, that's me!”
“Thank you.”
She didn’t know when her eyes closed, but she found them opening at his word of gratitude and meeting his own. Those dark inky pools that by nature should only be capable of holding a perceived coldness were warm and welcoming to her as they held each other gazes.
“For what?”
“You of all people know it is no secret that I have my…flaws. I’m a grumpy old man that can’t be bothered to deal with most people,” he sighed as he went to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “And sometimes I wonder how someone so radiant like you could wake up each day and be happy with me. ”
“Oh Severus, we all have flaws, they make us who we are and give us interest and you have many more good things about you that negate them,” she beamed up at him, her hand going up to push a stray strand of hair away from his face.
“And sure you may be grumpy sometimes but that’s okay because,” she mused while going onto her tippy toes and pressing her lips against his cheek. A smile sat on her features when she pulled away and she took in the questioning raise of his eyebrow and that quirk of his lips. “You let me kiss you more when you’re grumpy so I don’t mind it at all.”
His nostrils flared a bit at the sudden escape of air that left him at her playful words and before she knew it, he had leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. Their noses brushed affectionately against each other's due to the closeness and he murmured a quiet,
“Silly girl.”
Before placing another swift kiss on her lips and straightening up leaving [Y/n] with a dreamy smile as she looked up at him.
“But I’m your silly girl who is very happy with you and will love you until the end of time with all your flaws!”
Shoulders that had been tense the whole evening had dropped and the unsure expression that clouded his features began to dissipate at her confession.
He had felt silly about the way he acted early on, letting his emotions control him as if he were a petulant child, yet she didn’t miss a beat in trying to make him think differently with words of encouragement and love. She made him feel safe, she always had and he was so very thankful that she was with him.
The thought had his lips curling upwards into not a grin, but a smile, the first real smile that he had given her that day and he could all but feel her happiness radiate around him as she returned it with her own. Her smile, soft and delicate, was similar to his tone when he responded to her with,
“I know you will.”
A/N: I hope you guys liked it!! Please let me know if you do and don't be scared to drop a comment I love hearing what yall have to say❤❤!
#severus snape x reader#severus x reader#snape x reader#severus snape x you#severus x you#snape x you#severus snape fic#blossom writes
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curiosity killed comforts the cat
【 Synopsis: Curiosity was never supposed to comfort the cat 】
Word Count ꨄ︎ 1.2k
Warnings ꨄ︎ TATTOO TRACINGGGGG. skin tracing. soft negan. platonic comfort. (regardless of negan saying kiddo reader is 18) age gap obvi. IM IN MY NEGAN ERA YOOOOO. Fwuff (fluff).
Negan's Master-List
"So Trace The Lines Of My Tattoos, Whisper That You Love Me Too"
This morning wasn’t going well, it was the type of morning you just want to run away from. To bury yourself deep in the blankets of your bed and hide from it all.
Unfortunately, there’s work to be done.
Which included giving a certain Alexandrian prisoner his breakfast. Why you were in charge of this particular task was a question you couldn’t answer, but nonetheless, it had to be done.
You walked into his holding place, letting the door slam behind you, a large frown on your face. It was hard not to cry. You kept replaying this morning's events, how you had been embarrassed when you weren’t allowed on a run, or when Michone had yelled at you for forgetting to clean your room.
It was the littlest things that made you so upset, and those were just two events that took place out of your shit-hole morning. You can see Negan sitting against the bars, reading a book he doesn’t even look mildly interested in.
You place the tray of food down next to the small opening in the bars. You can’t order him to eat, you are afraid if you open your mouth you’ll break into tears. Negan closes his book with a coy smile, looking down at the plate of food.
Like his book, he doesn’t look interested.
“Thanks, kid.”
You don’t look at him, you just nod once, careful to keep your tear-stained face out of his view. The sound of a book gliding across the floor echoes throughout the small room. You turn to leave, heading straight for the door just a few inches ahead of you.
Negan’s gruff voice stops you right in your footsteps, making the hair stand from the back of your neck. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”
How did he know?
“Nothing.”
Your voice quivers despite it all, even as you try to keep it neutral. The events are evading your mind again, making you relive your morning. “I may be in a cell, but I sure as shit know how someone acts when they're upset. It used to be a full-time job.”
You shudder but turn around regardless. You’d never thought you’d be this desperate for comfort you’d take it from Negan, but so far everyone seems like they despise you. Like they hate your existence and your only purpose is to make things difficult.
Negan’s deep voice cuts through the air, his fingers hitting his rusted cell bars. “Sit, tell me. I’ma guessing dear old Dad doesn’t care to listen?”
“Don’t you have enough problems?”
He scoffs, chuckling a little. “The only thing I have to worry about is whether one of those assholes is gonna remember to feed me or not.”
You turn around, keeping your eyes glued to the floor, avoiding Negan’s gaze as you come to a halt next to him. Before you can stop, your body is sliding down the wall, sitting on the opposite side of the bars.
You can feel the cold metal biting into the side of your hamstring as you lean up against them, in the same exact position Negan’s in. One leg out, one knee bent. You can feel his stare cut through the holes of his confinement, even as you refuse to meet it.
“Start talking.” The demand is so thorough it should have been cold, but somehow it holds no expectations. Like if you wanted to just sit in silence next to him, he wouldn’t mind.
You twiddle your thumbs as you attempt to find the right words. The reality of this situation hasn’t dawned on you yet, you are about to tell your problems to a prisoner. One’s that he may very well use against you.
“I feel lost, not empty…but-” You can feel the tears threatening to resurface again, but you keep them down, focusing on the cold ground of the concrete room, the feeling of skin sliding against skin as you twirl your fingers.
“It’s like I'm living just to live. You know? Like the world is one big movie and I’m watching myself participate in it.” You look at the floor, counting the cracks running through it as your voice breaks. You can hear the sound of Negan’s attentive breathing, and the thrum of his heartbeat as he listens.
“It feels like I’m a burden like no one wants me around. I’ve been yelled over and over again. All for little things too-” You take your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it nervously. Your heart is cracking as you say the words, and your voice is filled with uncertainty.
“It shouldn’t affect me as much as it does. The little side comments or weird glances. But it does, it ruins my-” And here come the tears. The one thing you hoped to avoid during this interaction.
You feel the wetness, and before you know it, it becomes a proverbial puddle of emotions. All stirring inside of you. “Hey, Hey.” Negan’s voice is softer now, a tone low and almost caring.
You ignore him though, in your mind your replaying those same events again. Walking through your morning like one would a DVD, fast forwarding and replaying, pausing ever so often to zoom in. You feel the tears gather in your eyes, and then your breathing stops.
You feel a pulse underneath your fingertips. Your fingers are being moved by someone else's, skating along a muscled forearm. Your pulled out of your auto-biography, as you watch what’s happening. Both of Negan’s arms are protruding from the metal bars.
His left is expanded in front of you, and his right has your fingers clasped in his as he drags your digits across a tattoo in the shape of a cross, whispering little things, almost to himself.
“That’s it”
“There you go, kiddo.”
“Breathe, relax.”
Once he sees he’s grabbed your attention, he lets go of your fingers, but you keep tracing the tattoo, running them up the faded ink, tracing its forgotten details. You love the way he groans just a little at your touch, a shiver coursing through his body.
It calms you, the simple act of going around in that t-shape over and over again, letting the tears fall freely now, not ashamed. Negan keeps his arm through the bars, letting you get lost in his other ink portraits.
However, he can see your chest still rising rapidly, and the soft sniffles of your crying. “Kiddo. Please. I need you to breathe.” He begs, and for some reason, you listen.
“Count with me, yeah?”
You nod slightly, focusing on another tattoo, this one is in the shape of a coffin. You trace the front line and then follow the other awkward diagonals. You breathe in once when you fully trace it and release the pent-up oxygen when you trace it again.
“One,” You both say in unison.
You continue to draw invisible lines across Negan’s skin for what feels like hours until your breath slows and your tears stop. You felt better, dare you say. The dull ache in your chest has vanished completely.
“Care to pass me that tray?”
“What-” You realize Negan’s pointing at his breakfast tray, and so you do, a little confused. He pulls his arm away from you to pull it to him. You start to stand, seeing this interaction is done with.
“Where you going? Sit down.” He demands as he props up the tray on his lap.
You dust off your jeans, “Why?”
“One of those assholes fed me today, figured I share it with someone.”
You chuckle lightly, smiling for the first time in a while. As you wipe away the dampness from your red cheeks, it’s hard not to miss the way Negan smiles to as you finally meet his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah”.
#fanfic#masterlist#oneshot#fluff#the walking dead negan#twd negan#negan x reader#negan smith#negan fluff#twd#the walking dead#walking dead
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NAwww—I meant the prompt for angst, not fwuff, but I lost the will to make backgrounds for sad feels, so have this instead 😭💔
Frans monthly prompt : Rain (August 2023) - @frans-monthly
✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕
#undertale#frans#sans#frisk#sans x frisk#frisk x sans#art#digital art#tpc art gallery#sarisk#srisk#frans monthly
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This song is straight up fire. Teen me would've blasted this every single day for like a week, maybe a month or more.
It fits all the parts of being an edgy yet funky song to daydream to.
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Here, I'll trade you your sharp for... A penny whistle!
Buuut, if you take this, every time you get a sharp, you gotta give it to a grownup, okay?
-Vin🐍👢
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmINE
Niffy gived it to me for summ of Vally's fwuff!
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Hey baby static
Say Fuck
Fwuff *fluff*
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filling you wit plushie stuffing
fluff floof fwuff~
*is fwoofed*
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ID: a set of 6 images, in 2 rows of three of the listed project sekai characters with a white outline in front of a flag splice of their listed identities. each have a version with their new portrait and a version with their old portrait, with the blank flag splice in between the two. END ID
Rui Kamishiro from Project Sekai is an anjesque intersex translunar transfloral transolar genderweird pangender catgender boything girlthing nonbinarything nonbinary girlboy transfem boy who is caedorose, cupiosexual, pan gay, and sex-repulsed ! He uses he/she/it and any cat, flower, tea, and party themed neos! She has BPD, DPD, bipolar-2, separation anxiety, autism, ADHD-PI, myopathy, pica, panic disorder, insomnia, hypersomnia, and hoarding disorder!
It is solars with Emu Otori, who is a faequeer intersex genderless AGABless binary abinary transnull trans man dollboy dollthing xenogender genderqueer genderfluid bigender demigirl masc futch femme! Its also aegosexual, cupiorose, aroace, caedorose , acrisexual, adexsexual, OLDallion, BPDallion, aplatonic, caedoplatonic, obsessplatonic, and aegoplatonic! Hy uses it/hy(/hymn)/fey/vae/fae/doll/fleur/tea/fwuff/shri(/shrine) pronouns! Fey has OLD, BPD, PPD, DPD, GAD, mythomania, bipolar-2, neophobia, anthropophobia, BDD, BIID, autism, and ADHD-PI!
For 🎀 anon!
#🎀 anon#many flags#anjesque#translunar#transfloral#transolar#catgender#boything#girlthing#nonbinarything#pan gay#faequeer#agabless#transnull#dollboy#dollthing#caedorose#acrisexual#adexsexual#oldallion#bpdallion#caedoplatonic#obsessplatonic#aegoplatonic#mogai#mogai headcanon
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