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Pick your Buddy Daddy: Kazuki Kurusu or Rei Suwa?
#buddy daddies#kazuki kurusu#rei suwa#toriigifs#hahaha i can't choose#i pick the entire little family 💖#userokkottsus#this one is thanks to you!#hahaha after you tagged me in your gifset (incredible btw) I watched the ep and loved it 🥰#can't wait for the next ep!#usergojoana#usermica#userdabiluna#usermemi
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Okkkk I am loving all the alastor with twins idea's 😍 💕 💖 could you do some headcannons where he takes the twins on day full of errands like going grocery shopping in cannibal town and a overlord meeting stuff like that
I'm just gonna add a new one here...
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
✅️Parental
TW: Kids being chaotic, Babies biting, Alastor X Mom!Reader towards the end
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Normally, Alastor avoids taking the twins out by himself, preferring to double team it with his wife
It's just so much easier with you by his side
But when his wife needs a day off or is too busy to go with him? It's full on dad mode for him
He talks to them the entire time as if the three of them are having a real conversation
"Which of these two do you think your mother will like more?"
"Baba!"
"You're right, obviously we need to try someplace else."
Takes the kids to visit Rosie and pick up some of his secret snack stash along the way
Rosie absolutely hogs the twins and keeps them in her lap for the entirety of the visit
She coos and fusses over them, allows them to wear her hat and chew on her limbs
"Alastor! Look at those chompers! You're gonna have some real trouble on your hands soon!"
If Alastor takes them to overlord meetings, then Rosie and Zestial will each hold a twin
Rosie is content to just ignore what's being said and snuggle with a baby, smell their fresh baby scent
Rosie that's creepy
Zestial likes to blow on their twitchy little ears just to listen to them growl and bleat at him
It's a game to them
The twins literally can't get enough of Zestial voice and the way he speaks, always just hypnotized when he opens his mouth
Carmilla is secretly dying inside to hold a baby but won't admit it until Alastor offers it up to her
She melts the moment a baby is in her arms, smiling and rubbing noses with the baby
Her daughters will absolutely beg to hold them though
Velvette is pissed because she can't take photos of the babies or even hold one, the last time she tried, she almost lost a finger to those teeth
Alastor loves how he can basically control how an overlord meeting goes just by bringing in his babies
He wants everyone off topic so that they don't look into something he doesn't want brought to light? Good day to bring the twins
If he's taking the twins for a walk, then he's definitely got those child leashes so that he doesn't lose his babies
It's also to keep them from going feral and biting people but nobody needs to know that
If they run into Vox, then he'll suddenly accidentally drop the leash just to watch his kids take Vox down
The TV head won't be getting up without a few bite marks on his screen, Alastor holding almost angelic looking twins in his arms
"My most sincere apologies, Vox! Teething has just been so hard on the twins..."
"Oh fuck you!"
"Ba!"
"Not you!"
Alastor is surprisingly patient and understanding when it comes to his children's needs
He's able to quickly figure out what they want and avoid a tantrum
"Are you hungry, dear one? Papa has just the thing for you~"
And if they do have a tantrum...he knows how to get ahold of his wife...
He'll take them to a park and play games with them just to tucker them out, he actually seems like a normal dad in those moments
Usually by the end of the day Alastor can tell that the twins are tired and missing their mom
He misses her too
Is so exhausted when he gets home and collapses in your arms, rubbing his face into your shoulder
"How was your day out~?"
"Pleasant, but it would've been better had you been with us, my dear~"
You can't help but smile as his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you in for a generous kiss
That's the only moment with you that he gets before the twins push between you two
"BA!"
I love these family asks so much
#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin x reader
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Fellow oat-and-omi-lover,
I have a request. It's loosely thought out and entirely up to you for interpretation.
But basically, I'd love to see a very touch-starved Ominis (you know, never been hugged or kissed in his family, the other students are wary of him, his only touchy friend was Sebastian and that's gotten tense recently) with a touch-shy MC.
Ominis is so tactile, and his main experience with close friends (the twins) is something MC is just... incredibly skittish about for whatever reason. Like he grew up having them grab his hand or sling an arm around his shoulder or greeted him with hugs, and now he's just got this singular friend available to him and there's so much adjustment on both sides???
He takes their hand to show them something, and they just freeze or startle or something? And somehow, this is reconciled? I'm a sucker for romance as well.
I DON'T KNOW!
Basically touchy Omi and big personal space bubble MC in whatever capacity strikes you.
Maybe.
If you want!
I love you, and thank you for reading my request. 😭💖
@applinsandoranges my love!! I tweaked your idea a bit and turned touchy Omi and touch nervous MC into a brand new couple and made this short little one shot from there! I hope I made you proud!
Getting To Know You In A New Way ❤️ - (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)
Warnings: Fluff! || Slight NSFW (brief mention of touching) || mention of Sebastian slipping Ominis some liquid courage potion to ask a girl out || characters are 18 and in their seventh year || implications of trauma || aversion to touch || some negative self talk from MC || (1346 words)
Ominis loved everything about his girlfriend. He loved her from the moment he met her in fifth year, long before she even was his girlfriend. Her kind and gentle nature towards him, despite his lineage, and her alignment with wanting to pull Sebastian away from the Dark Arts drew him to her. As time went on, his love for her only grew stronger, reaching a peak during the first week of their seventh year. After being slipped some liquid courage in his morning tea, courtesy of Sebastian, the boy confessed his feelings for the girl, feelings which were thankfully returned by her. After years of pining, they were finally a couple, and he loved everything about her. But there was one small problem.
Early on in the relationship, Ominis discovered she had a severe aversion to being touched, something he somehow never picked up on in their time as friends. Her aversion was so severe that he wasn’t even allowed to hold her hand for more than a few minutes before she’d pull away, although she did allow him to kiss her, but only with brief pecks on her lips.
It wasn’t a matter of her being ashamed of Ominis, this theory being easily debunked by the way she gushed about “my boyfriend, Omins” to anyone who would listen, their frequent dates, and her general love of being in his presence. She was just exclusively afraid of physical contact. Ominis never pushed for an explanation, feeling like it was still too early in the relationship to do so. Although he knew from the early days of their friendship that she didn’t have the best upbringing, growing up in an unaffectionate home, something Ominis was all too familiar with.
Her aversion to touch created some difficulties for Ominis, his own love language being physical touch. He was desperate to feel the skin he couldn’t see, to know her in a new way, and he cursed anyone and everything that hurt her in life that created this trauma response. But nevertheless, he accepted her fully, never pressuring her, or touching her without her consent, hoping that there would come a day where his love and support could heal her.
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It had been a particularly rough week for the two of them, having been partnered and assigned an enormous project for their History of Magic class. They had spent countless hours in the library working on this project, and were incredibly nervous about their grade, grades being exceptionally important in their final year of school. Upon receiving their project back, they refrained from checking their grade until they had a moment alone together in The Undercroft, wanting to either celebrate their passing grade together or wallow in sorrow at their failing grade together. When they opened their stack of parchments to see a passing score, she pulled Ominis into a rare, but absolutely welcomed embrace. Ominis inhaled deeply, the smell of her hair flooding his nose and making his heart flutter. He felt her body begin to pull away, wishing the moment could have been longer. But as soon as she pulled away, she leaned right back in, hands coming up to hold his face as she kissed him.
When she didn’t immediately pull away, Ominis kissed her back, deepening the kiss, but reminding himself to keep his hands away from her. His mind was racing, reveling in the intimacy. But his thoughts were halted and his mind went completely blank when she slowly worked her tongue past his lips. Ominis had completely forgotten his note to self, bringing his hands to rest on her hips as his tongue mingled with hers. She let out a squeak against his lips, but continued to kiss him for another few seconds before she quickly pulled away from Ominis, breathing heavily as she caught her breath.
“I…I’m so sorry…” Her voice was small and sad, and it was clear to Ominis that she was on the verge of tears. He couldn’t make sense of her sadness, realizing that he should be the one apologizing, not her.
“No, darling, I’m sorry. I know you don’t like to be touched. I got carried away. It won’t-”
“No. It’s not you, it's me. I’m sorry I’m such an awful girlfriend. My boyfriend can’t even hold me without me panicking.” she had begun to cry, Ominis hearing the breaks in her words. “You deserve better than me. I’m so sorry.”
Ominis’s body reacted almost involuntarily as he immediately pulled her into his arms. He stroked her hair as he spoke, his heart shattering at her words.
“You are not an awful girlfriend. At all. Please don’t ever say that again. I love you, and it hurts to hear you say such things about yourself. Come, sit with me.”
Ominis led her over to the sofa they had placed in the corner of The Undercroft some time ago. He took hold of her hands once they were seated and he continued.
“I know physical touch is hard for you. You grew up in a loveless home. I did too. Physical touch made me feel vulnerable, as I imagine it does for you as well. It used to scare me too. But once I got to Hogwarts and found myself with friends who love me, affection was no longer scary. I don’t want you to be afraid of affection. I want to help you heal from your pain. I want you to realize that you are worthy of love, and I want to be the one to love you. And, if I’m being honest, I would love nothing more than to be able to touch you, to feel you, to know your entire body inside and out. But I can be patient until you’re ready. Your comfort matters more to me than anything.”
Her tears were falling even harder now, but they were no longer tears of sadness. “Oh Ominis! What did I do to deserve a boyfriend as kind and understanding as you? I know I haven’t made things easy for you. I know it’s hard to not be able to touch me, especially with you not being able to see. But I want to get over this fear I have. I want to overcome this trauma, and I want to do it with your help. I love you, Ominis.”
She pulled him into another kiss, this kiss being softer than the first. Without breaking the kiss, she moved Ominis’s hands so that they could be wrapped around her waist before bringing her own arms around his neck. He could feel the tension melting from her body as they kissed. Already she was welcoming the idea of a more physical relationship with him.
In a move that took Ominis by surprise, she began to lay back on to the couch, pulling Ominis down with her until he was lying on top of her. He had a moment of panic, unsure what to do, but as she began to kiss him with more passion in this new position, Ominis became the one with the tension melting from his body, adjusting so that they were both lying comfortably on the couch.
Ominis slowly ran his hands up and down her arms, familiarizing himself with her skin, goosebumps forming in the wake of his touch. He then brought his hand up, his fingertips grazing her neck, which earned himself a soft moan. Finally, his hand came up to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from hers to catch his breath, his thumb still stroking her cheek.
“That wasn’t so bad!” she said breathlessly. “I think I really like it when you touch me. I can’t wait for you to touch me more!”
There was a hint of sultriness to her words, which sent a tingle through Ominis’s body. He ignored it, knowing that there would be plenty of time to touch her that way later. For now, he was excited to get to know the love of his life in a new way.
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finally getting around to posting this geordi/cutie fic i teased a few weeks ago! sorry for the wait 😅 2.6k words of a little angst leading to fluff 💖 enjoy!
They look tired. They just got off a plane, of course they’re tired. Yeah, but, like. They look tired. Even with only a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a rolling suitcase dragging along behind them, Cutie somehow looks as though they’re carrying the weight of the world. Are they okay? Hmm. Maybe they had just a bad flight. Have they seen me yet? No, they’re still looking around. Call them or something, why are you just-
Their eyes lock, finally, and even from across the room and with what feels like a thousand people between them, Geordi can see the way Cutie’s entire body relaxes at the sight of him. They meet halfway, Cutie’s bag thudding to the ground as they all but fall into Geordi’s embrace and bury their face in his chest.
See? I think they’re upset. Or they just missed me. I missed them. God, that week felt like a month. I hope they had fun with their family though. I wonder what they’re like. They don’t talk about them much. Are they all telepaths? At least one of them is, I’m pretty sure. That doesn’t matter right now, I should tell them-
“I missed you.” He pulls out of the hug just enough to press a lingering kiss to their forehead. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“I missed you too.” They hold his gaze for a moment, eyes shiny and brow furrowed the tiniest bit, before looking away. “Can we go?”
Like a flipped switch, the bustle of the airport around them comes back into focus. Geordi steps back, fighting the urge to look around to see if anyone’s watching them. It was just a forehead kiss. Who cares if anyone saw it?
“Yeah, of course. I’ll get your bags.”
There’s definitely something wrong. It’s been twenty minutes and they’ve barely said two words. They’re just looking out the window, they might just be jet lagged. Does jet lag only affect sleep cycles or does it make you sleepy too? They haven’t asked to link yet. That’s weird. Is it weird?
Geordi sneaks a peak out of the corner of his eye. Cutie’s slouched against the car door, their elbow on the arm rest and chin in hand, head resting on the window. Normally they’d be singing along to the radio and giggling when they mess up a lyric, but today they’re just… quiet. To say Geordi’s concerned would be an understatement - Cutie’s almost never this quiet. It’s a little scary.
They look like they’re thinking about something. Oh, shit. They’re not waiting for me to invite them in, are they? They’ve never been shy about asking before. Geordi frowns. He taps anxiously on the steering wheel. Was I late picking them up? They said their flight landed at eleven, I got there at ten thirty just to be safe. Wait, I couldn’t have been late, I watched the plane land, for Christ’s sake. So what did I do?
Taking in a deep breath and trying to disguise his tone from the fact that he’s winding himself up for likely no reason, he asks, “How, uh, how was your flight?”
“Fine.” Cutie doesn’t look over, just continues gazing out the window at the passing landscape. The word seems to stick in their throat. “Slept through it.”
Good. “That’s good.” I guess.
They only shrug in response, and the rest of the car ride passes in silence.
It’s not until they’re safely at home, luggage ditched by the front door and the rest of the world shut out behind them, that Geordi finally gathers enough courage to speak again.
“You haven’t said much since I picked you up.” He keeps his worry as light as possible as he watches Cutie collapse onto the couch, their back against the arm and their legs stretched out along the cushions. “Is everything okay?”
With a pitiful sounding sigh, Cutie signs, “can’t talk” before their hands drop onto their stomach.
Can’t? Or won’t? Shut up.
“Well, if you want to talk, you can come in.” He gestures to his head with a meek smile. “I promise I won’t sing “It’s A Small World” this time.”
His attempt to lighten the mood works; Cutie exhales through their nose and rolls their eyes, but they’re smiling at the same time. It only lasts a moment though before their expression drops, overtaken again by exhaustion. They hold out their arms, silently requesting Geordi join them on the couch.
So they’re not mad at me? Jesus, give it a rest, Geordi.
“Scoot down a little, I’ll sit behind you.”
No sooner has Geordi settled into the corner of the couch than Cutie’s shuffling up into his lap and tucking themselves against him, their head nestling into the crook of his neck. A contented sigh escapes them as Geordi shakes out the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of them.
“Better?”
They hum affirmatively.
Should I ask again if they want in? I don’t want them to feel pressured, but they didn’t answer me last time. I could just talk about my week. But what if they want to talk about theirs after all? … Ugh, I hate when they go nonverbal- No, that’s not true, I just need to work with them. It’s okay. Just get over it and ask.
“You wanna talk about it, or should I give you a riveting play-by-play of how boring this week without you was?”
“Tell me everything,” they sign.
So he does, even though there isn’t really much to tell. He doesn’t have half the social life Cutie does; he much prefers staying home with his video games over going out with a big group of people. But he makes a show of his storytelling, recalling with intense emotion how the ending of a show he’d been watching had absolutely bombed and how he’d had a rather heated debate about said show with one of his coworkers. He tells them about a new board game he picked up that he thought they might like, about a recipe his mom had sent him that they had to make together as soon as possible because it sounds amazing, and about he’d finally won that one annoying boss fight he’d been stuck on for days before their trip.
“What do you mean, “tell me more?” I’ve been talking for an hour,” Geordi says with a laugh. “I think I’m out of material. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t live a very exciting life. The most fun I had last week was getting a free Frosty from Wendy’s on accident.”
Cutie laughs for the first time, and the warmth that spreads through him is like standing in direct sunlight after a week of rain. I love their laugh. It’s sweet. They’re cute when they smile. Are they feeling better now? I hope so. Fuck, I’m thirsty. I can’t get up right now. They look comfortable. Unless…
“Are you hungry? Did you eat before your flight?”
After a brief pause wherein they glance away shamefully, they shake their head.
Oh no. That upset them. I don’t want them to feel bad, it’s not a big deal. Yeah, we can just eat now. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll just find something to eat now.” He pats their leg reassuringly, drawing their attention back to him. “Caaan I get a kiss first?”
Their smile, even as small as it is right now, is infectious. They hold up their hand, index finger and thumb almost touching.
“Just a little one?”
Cutie nods, then tilts their head as if in thought before signing, “for now,” and winking at him.
The unexpected playfulness after their recent gloominess makes him laugh. Cutie pushes up to kiss him, one arm hooked around his neck to pull him close - his laugh turns into a gasp of surprise at the force of it. The position they’re in isn’t the most comfortable for kissing, which is just as well; true to their word, Cutie breaks the kiss seconds later.
Do they look happier now? Lighter. Not so sad. I hate when they’re sad. They deserve to be happy. I’m glad I make them happy. They make me happy.
“I love you.”
Their cheeks darken, bottom lip caught between their teeth to keep their smile contained. “Can I still come in?”
Relief floods through him. He hadn’t realized he was still this worried about their missing connection. “Yeah, of course.”
A beat of silence passes, then-
I love you too.
The sound of their voice reverberating in his head is comfortingly familiar. After a week of stress and boredom and missing them so badly it sometimes kept him up at night, it’s finally feeling like home around here again.
That was cute. You’re cute.
Cutie giggles. I’m glad to be home.
Me too. It feels like home again. “Now, come on. Let’s get you something to eat.”
They roll obediently off the couch, springing to their feet with the energy of their old self. They clasp their hands in front of them and bat their eyes sweetly at Geordi. Can you make pancakes-
With chocolate chips? they finish in unison, breaking into laughter seconds later.
You know me so well.
There’s an emotion tied to their statement that Geordi doesn’t readily understand. Why do you sound surprised? “That wasn’t weird, was it?” I didn’t think it was weird, but-
It wasn’t weird, they assure him, signing along with their thoughts as they hop up into one of the chairs at the counter while Geordi circles to the other side of the kitchen island. It’s just… They shrug in what he imagines is meant to be indifference, though their facade doesn’t fool him. People don’t usually know that kind of stuff about me.
You sound sad. Don’t be sad. I mean, you know, you can be sad, I just mean, he rifles through cabinets, pulling out the ingredients for pancakes, “I know a lot of little things about you.” Weirdo. It’s not weird! “Like, I know that you like to sleep on the side of the bed farthest away from the door, and that your favorite color right now is neon pink but that it’ll probably change by next week. I know you like cats but you’re allergic to them. Your favorite candy flavor is green apple because you like that it’s only a little sour.” Okay, maybe it is getting a little too much, I should-
“Geordi.”
His name being said out loud, the first time they’ve spoken verbally since going nonverbal, makes him jump, nearly fumbling the skillet he’s just pulled out.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “That was a lot, I know-”
Cutie reaches a hand out across the island, palm flat on the cold marble. Hold on, let me finish. With a visible swallow, Geordi gently sets the skillet on the stovetop and nods. “It’s not too much. I think it’s sweet that you remember all that about me.” Their voice softens, so much so that it’s barely audible even in his head. My parents don’t even know pancakes are my favorite.
Uh oh. Parent mention. Is that why they were upset? Did they get into it on their trip? Stop it, that’s not my business. Well, they brought it up, am I supposed to not be curious? They don’t ever talk about them. Geordi shakes his head to reorient himself, then addresses Cutie directly. Sorry. Obviously you don’t have to talk about it- about them- if you don’t want to.
“Maybe later?” they sign, and the discomfort written across their face makes Geordi’s stomach turn.
“Whenever you’re up to it. I won’t push you.”
With their hands pressed to their heart, they say, Thank you.
You don’t have to thank me. I want you to feel comfortable. For added sincerity and also just out of habit, he signs as well as audibly says, “I love you.”
Cutie returns the gesture, blowing a kiss for good measure that Geordi pretends to catch, holding his closed fist to his chest. They both laugh, and he turns to start cooking.
Anyway, Cutie says, tapping at their phone until soft music starts to play from the plant-shaped speaker on the island, is there anything I can do to help?
You’re supposed to be relaxing. Cooking can be relaxing. I think it is, at least. And cooking together is always fun. There’s not a whole lot to do with pancakes, but- “You wanna come add the chocolate chips?”
Cutie wastes no time joining Geordi on his side of the island, scooping up the bag of chocolate chips and palming a handful.
Now?
“Yeah, it’s almost ready to flip.”
They bump him gently out of the way to meticulously sprinkle chocolate chips amongst the batter sizzling in the pan until it’s almost more chocolate than pancake. They drop the rest of the chips from their palm into their mouth.
Geordi chuckles as he moves back over to flip the pancake. Always the sweet tooth.
Almost as sweet as me. Cutie grins cheekily.
Cute. So cute. Kiss? No, they said no more kisses. For now. “Almost,” he agrees, tapping the tip of their nose with his index finger to pull another smile out of them.
They wrap their arms around him from behind while he cooks, cheek nuzzling the soft fabric of his hoodie. Thank you.
The abrupt spike in heart rate makes his hand tremble faintly. For what?
For loving me.
Geordi’s racing mind stills, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Gently, he unwinds their arms from his waist so he can turn to face them, holding their hands in both of his. His brow’s furrowed as his thoughts kickstart into overdrive, much too fast for Cutie to catch most of, struggling to find the right words to say that don’t make him sound like a bumbling idiot.
“I feel like,” he says slowly, the corners of his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile, “if I try to tell you to not thank me for that you’ll argue with me.” Cutie nods matter-of-factly. Yeah, exactly. “So, instead, I’ll say thank you for, y’know…” He looks down at their hands, his thumbs rubbing idly against their skin. Showing me that it’s okay to love again. And that I can be loved too.
Eyes sparkling with adoration, Cutie brings their joined hands to their chest, rising up onto their toes to meet him in a kiss; their choked-up I love you is echoed by Geordi’s. Their arms wrap around his neck as his encircle their waist, both basking in the feeling of their bodies pressed together after so long apart.
Missed you. Missed this. Touching you. Holding you. I’m glad you’re home. It was lonely without you. I love you. A week is too long. Ugh, that’s clingy, isn’t it? Not now, brain. You taste sweet. Like chocolate.
Like they’ve been burned, Cutie pulls away with a sharp gasp, gripping Geordi’s upper arms in their panic. “The pancake!”
Relegated safely off to the side of the stove, Cutie watches with bated breath as Geordi snatches the spatula from the countertop to rescue the pancake. He flips it onto a plate, and -
He sighs in defeat, staring at the burnt pancake with a grimace.
Yeah, that’s, uh…
It’s not that bad.
Geordi scoffs, though it’s more amused than derisive. You’re telling me you’ll eat that? The stretch of silence that follows his question is answer enough even without the way Cutie wrinkles their nose. I didn’t think so. He chucks it into the bin.
Sorry for distracting you.
“I think that was more important than one pancake. Don’t worry.”
Sufficiently reassured, Cutie sidles up close to his side again as he preps the next pancake.
I’m going to put a smiley face on this one.
That is horrible distribution.
Cutie laughs, hooking their arm around Geordi’s free one. But it’s cute!
He kisses the top of their head. As long as you’re happy.
#geordi is sooo much fun to write#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted geordi#redacted cutie#sweetheart.txt#fic tag#geordi#cutie
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hello! may i request a wolfwood x fem!reader where he returns after being gone for a few days to find the reader wearing his shirt bc it smells like him and brings them comfort? newly-ish established relationship so it's not a sight he's seen before. fluff or smut would be great. thank you! 💖💖
It’s an odd feeling, settling down. Not something he had given much thought to before. Living a life that roamed from one place to the next had left the man without a true concept of home and the comfort a place like that offered.
The orphanage was the closest he could think that might fall into the description, but that still didn’t quite fit—a familiar place in his memories, but it had long faded away into just that: a memory. One that he thought back on fondly from time to time, and one that he defended fiercely when it was in danger. He even sent money from time to time when he could spare it.
But all the same, Wolfwood had never once considered himself as having a home to return to. He lived his life assuming he simply would never have one; that he would wander without any true anchor for the rest of his ever-decreasing days. Why did an undertaker need a home anyway? Who would even wait for the return of a person with blood on their hands and sin in their hearts?
Not exactly material for a family-man anyway. At least, that’s what Wolfwood often told himself.
But that’s when he met you.
And his entire perspective changed.
Instead of wandering, he rarely liked to stray far from your side—it left him antsy and reaching for so many cigarettes that the inside of his mouth burned from the smoke. The idea of leaving you alone, even if you weren’t truly by yourself, was a source of anxiety that the man had never quite felt before. He wanted to be there for you, to make sure you were safe and fed and healthy and happy.
So he often kept his trips short, whatever travel was absolutely necessary for an odd job here or there, things that kept him busy and out of the perception of not those who would hurt him, but anyone that might try to come after you.
This last job took way too long to get done. Though he’d been given a huge payment for discretion and speed, it didn’t negate the fact that he had to travel for almost two full days just to make it back to the small town the two of you had taken to living in—one that didn’t ask too many questions of a wayward priest who smoked through a pack faster than he could say a proper prayer.
He felt a little nervous as he opened the front door, ears picking up only the sound of the desert wind rolling across the sand. It was just past midday, so why was it so quiet? His brains pulled and picked at a readied set of ideas that could have happened, so he quickly stepped into the small home and all but dropped his weapon against the wall as he glanced about—
-only to see you laying in bed, sleeping. Wolfwood let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“God…” he murmured. “That got me way too worked up. Good t’be…”
Home, though the word remained unspoken as he stepped closer to the bed in preparation to reach a hand out and shake your shoulder to waken you. Before he could however, Wolfwood couldn’t help but notice something. Something you were wearing, oversized and quite familiar…
He let out a chuckle.
“Making it a habit of wearing my stuff, huh?”
You don’t reply, as his soft words don’t wake you. Instead your body curls up tighter, hands and arms entangled in a soft blanket in the same way that you often cling to the man when he is sleeping in bed with you—as if he might disappear.
Wolfwood considers his options for a few moments before finally deciding that it doesn’t really matter. Why the hell not? A nap sounded pretty damn good after all the walking he’d done in the last twelve hours alone.
He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you back against his chest and burying his nose into your hair. You make a soft noise in your sleep, and he holds you even tighter, not wanting to let you out of his arms for even a moment. Never wanting to be away from you for as long as he could help it.
Because that’s the moment he decides that he does have a home—and that home is with you.
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun x reader#writing#sfw#Drabble#nicholas wolfwood#trigun wolfwood#wolfwood x reader#Wolfwood Drabble#sfw Drabble#sfw writing#love me a soft man in this household
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Lysander headcanons with a pregnant Candy and later on with their kids? Don’t know, just live the idea of having a family with my man 😭💖
Lysander with pregnant Candy
Lysander is such a caring and considerate father-to-be. He’s always putting your needs before his, and is constantly wondering what he can do to make things easier on you and your body.
I feel like in the first 0-3 months, he wouldn’t mind you working on the farm with him, in fact he would encourage it because the exercise is good for you and in turn good for baby! But when you finally start getting a bump, he really doesn’t want you straining yourself. It’s not that he wants to control you, but farm work is a lot! Lots of lifting, pulling, pushing. It could be too much for you so he only lets you take care of the easy stuff, like picking the apples, feeding the animals, etc.
Honestly it’s a bit worrisome for you because you wonder if he’s getting enough sleep, if he’s working too hard. He lets you sleep in as long as you need to because for some reason I feel like his kid would cause you a lottt of fatigue during your pregnancy. He shoulders a lot of the work himself, which is really nothing because he was doing it himself before you moved in.
Always there for you during your mood swings, and knows exactly what you need to feel better. “Do you want me to bring you your favorite blanket? And I can make you some hot cocoa.. Do you want your mug with the kittens or the one with the bunny?” I feel like most husbands would be exasperated after a while but the man’s patience is endless. And he’s also eternally grateful to you for willingly carrying his children, so in his eyes being patient is the least he can do.
With his kids
When his kid is born, he’s obviously there the entire time for the delivery. I feel like he would probably hire people to work on the farm for him while he’s gone because he doesn’t want to miss a single moment during labor and delivery. He would also probably hire someone to help him out a few times during the week so that way he’s able to give you and his newborn his full attention as much as he can.
Holding his kid for the first time is the happiest he’s ever been next to marrying you. He already knew he was in love with his baby but physically seeing them, holding them, kissing their sweet little baby cheeks, it’s something he never could have imagined. I think he would be in absolute awe, and he would also be thanking you as well. He’d brush your hair out of your face, wipe the sweat off if need be and kiss you sweetly on the lips, “Thank you, my love. This is the greatest gift you’ve given me, she’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
And yes, I say she because I 1000% headcanon Lysander to be a girl dad, I think most of the fandom does. He’s so soft with her too. Not that he was ever an aggressive man but god the way that he’s so gentle with her. If the baby isn’t with you, you can find her cradled in her father’s arms, him whispering to her how much he adores her, probably even softly singing to her. He’s huge on skin to skin contact so he’s always shirtless nowadays lol.
When the baby is a bit older, whenever she’s old enough to start actually comprehending the world around her he’s constantly teaching her new things. Words, numbers, animals, and he speaks to her as if she’s a full grown adult sometimes. It’s so funny.
I feel like Lysander would absolutely get matching clothing with his kid. You bet your behind they’ve got a matching color palette. He’s wearing a green cravat, she’s wearing green hair bows. That sorta thing. He also has immaculate fashion sense for his child, so unless you want your kid ruining all of their nice clothes do not let him dress the kid. “Lysander we’re going to the park, why is she wearing the 200 dollar dress my aunt bought for her??” I mean really… have you SEEN the way he dresses? Idk why we expected anything less. Leave it to him and she’s leaving the house dressed to the 9’s every time. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.
Is probably what you would call a ‘gentle parent’. He never, EVER raises his voice at her, and even when he’s frustrated he’s really good at keeping his cool and handling whatever outbursts she decides to have that day. He’s soft, but if she’s being bad he’s very stern with her and is surprisingly good at holding his foot down even though she’s got him wrapped around his finger.
Is definitely a good parent in all stages of his kid’s life. Toddler, child, preteen, etc. Not that your kid doesn’t trust you but if she’s in trouble or needs something she’s ABSOLUTELY going to call her dad first. It’s like he’s waiting by the phone just in case she calls because he always answers on the first ring no matter what.
Something i headcanon about him as a parent is that he is neverrrr going to make you look like the bad parent, ever. If you make a decision, he’ll stand by you. If he disagrees with it he’s going to wait to talk to you in private, and THEN talk to your kid with you as a team. He’s very much an ‘on your side’ husband and i love that.
#mycandylove#mcl lysander#lysander ainsworth#corazon de melon#amour sucre#lysander#mcl#mcl alternate life#lysander headcanons#mcl headcanons
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10 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🌞
AHEHEHE KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING LIKE A DORK AT THIS 😭😭💞🥺💖💖 THANK YOU SO MCUH!! I DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE EXPRESSIONS KF THE CHARACTERS READABLE AND DRIPPING WITJ EMOTION SO IM GLAD ITS WORKING!! :DD ✨💞✨💖✨
@gummysusie
Oh there's lots I'd be willing to eat if I had to! XDD
My memory ain't the best but off the top of my head-- I'm sure eating miltank meat wouldn't disturb me so much! :0
I like fish so there's a lot of those I'd be willing to try! Magikarp, uhhh those two grumpy fish that are either green/red or green/blue! I forgot the name..
Of course all of the food themed ones would be relatively no problem. Fidough, Milcery.. There's some bird ones that wouldn't be too upsetting too! XDD
As long as my brain relates them to earthly animals, I'm not too disturbed by the thought of eating them XD Im sure they have to eat pokemon in the actual pokemon universe! Where else do their meat based dishes come from? How else do they feed their carnivorous pokemon??
@girlsackthing
Not recently :(( but I'd like to pick it up again someday once I'm feeling better! :}}
@illogically-austere
Hey thanks for checking in, that means a lot 🥹
I'm hanging in there as best I can. I haven't eaten much but am getting plenty of water and rest! I'm hoping this horrible health trial thingy I've been going through is over soon <:}}
@sussyhahag
y a l i k e j a z z ?
@littlelightfish
Hey pal, I hope You're doing alright! Hang in there.. <:}}
I haven't worked much on Tuna's backstory recently.. but I imagined that his blood family was gone.. he lived on a ship with a real rotten crew that was horrible to him.
As for how he joined Seafoam's crew, I imagined that the crew rescued him somehow. Maybe Tuna's old crew attacked Seafoam's crew but he kicked their butts. Perhaps in all the chaos Tuna was left behind by "mistake", only for Foam to welcome him aboard?
Maybe his old crew got too intense and he ran, somehow running into Seafoam and he offered shelter? Or maybe his old ship sank and he was found by Seafoam..? Something along those lines-- XD
Anywho- thank you! Things are starting to look up for me, I'm hoping this journey is almost over! <:}}
@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42
"Seafoam's heart 🥰..... Metaphorically I mean-"
I would assume so! :0 Maybe a cookie like that already exists in the games!
Well that's hard to say.. I usually draw comics all in one pass. I sketch out the entire comic, and then I go back and draw all the line art, and then I go back and color it all in..
So in that sense 1 drawing for a comic could take days to complete. But if I were to focus on just one panel/drawing? I would guesstimate about 10-15 minutes :0
Now my name! My memory is a little foggy.. but one of my favorite things to do in drawing is to apply logic, reason and explanations for things.
For example, Captain Barnacles! He's a polar bear wearing a full suit and lives out in the Pacific Ocean. Obviously there's a lot that doesn't make sense about that- but mainly the fact that Barnacles would be way too hot!
So I remedy this by making my version of Barnacles have very short fur, a special diet that thins out his blubber, and a special suit that helps keep him cool! It's not perfect obviously but it helps make him living out in the Pacific seem more reasonable. Which is what I love to do, and how I thought of my name! Applying fact to fantasy, Factual Fantasy!
Hm, Bibi's worst fear.. that would have to be something bad happening to me or any of the fam I'd assume <XD
Nothing bad actually happened to Red, that nightmare just manifested because she loves/worries about him so much 🥺💞 Like a mother having dreams about their children getting hurt. Nothing exactly happened to cause it, but they just worry about their babies so much that those dreams happen sometimes..
And lastly, thank you! It's looking good that I might finally get out of this pit. So my spirits are high! :}}
@beryl-shade (sorry for the late response! <:D)
He typically will not allow it 😅 I originally had a drawing idea for this ask but I dont have the strength to get to my PC so I can just explain it!-
I imagined Octo and some of the crew all tied to chairs with some other pirates taunting them. Octo looks very bored and very unintimidated.
Well one of the pirates makes the mistake of grabbing one of Octos tentacles and twirling it around. Octo immediately reacts and uses the other tentacles on his head to restrain his hand and start choking the guy-
The rest of the crew is just laughing and calling that pirate an idiot while he continues to struggle to get away from the angry Octo 🤣
Now on the other hand, if he gets a joking pat on the head from Seafoam? Or if Red is up on his shoulders and he pulls on Octo's hair by mistake? Eh, whatever he doesn't mind much. : '
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Hi hi 💕💕💕 trope combo! Kimchay + accidental eavesdropping + enemies to lovers
HIIII BELOVED 💕💕💕
I have used a VERY loose definition of "enemies" to lovers here, but the word "enemy" is in here, so like... it totally counts?
Also I was intending to write approx 500 words. This is 2.2k. Ty for the insane brainworms love u 💖💖💖💖💖
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Kim had always thought that there were many advantages to being a bit of a night owl. For one thing, inspiration always seemed to flow more freely, with each new chord that might deign to drift through his mind resounding more clearly in the still and quiet; for another, it had always proven the best time to slip around the family compound unseen and unmolested, since all the most interfering busybodies had already whisked themselves off to bed; and, of most immediate concern, there was no one around to see him abandoning his dignity and rummaging haphazardly through the kitchen cupboards at this ungodly hour.
It wasn’t that Kim forgot to eat sometimes, per se - he just occasionally deferred the task, letting it slip a few notches further down his to-do list, if he was immersed in something far more interesting. Like, for example, this evening’s unsuccessful attempt to access the compound’s secure computer files.
Meaning that it was now 3am, and he hadn’t eaten anything since the early afternoon, and his frustration over his unsuccessful hacking attempt was being very thoroughly compounded by the increasingly insistent gurgles coming from his stomach. Having burned through all his reserves of patience for that day - and probably for the entire week, for that matter - he had made a beeline straight for the kitchens, hoping to find a quick snack to solve at least one of his problems.
He had just unwrapped a packet of pastries and made the possibly inadvisable decision to shove one of them into his mouth whole, to tide him over while he looked for something more substantial, when the gentle padding of footsteps in the hall had him freezing in place, cheeks bulging and fingers still sticky with crumbs, flooded with horror at the thought of being caught now.
Fortunately, the paralysis only lasted for a second. There was nothing to be done about the incriminating pile of treats that he’d left strewn across the counter, but he had just enough time to spin on his heel and dash into the tiny alcove beside the largest fridge - one of his favourite hiding places in the compound since he’d been old enough to toddle. That, at least, had never changed.
The sensible thing to do now was to remain perfectly still, quieten his breathing, and hope that the hastily swallowed pastry would be enough to silence the furious grumblings of his stomach.
But Kim’s curiosity got the better of him, as it had always been wont to do, and he peeked around the corner - only to be met with the sight of a shuffling, pyjama-clad Porchay Kittisawasd, stifling a yawn with one hand and ruffling his sleep-tousled hair with the other.
Kim refused to acknowledge the aching burst of affection that flared through his chest at the sight.
Chay wandered over to the counter where Kim had just been standing, and began picking through the assorted snacks that Kim had discarded.
There was a faint sound, barely audible beneath the rustling of the wrappers. Was Chay humming? What was the song? No matter how hard Kim strained his ears, he couldn’t quite make it out.
After a moment’s consideration, Chay carefully plucked a pastry out of the very same packet that Kim had just opened, and took a bite.
Kim made a mental note to buy more of that particular brand the next time he ordered his own groceries. It really had been quite a tasty little snack, now that he thought about it.
However, the next moment, his musings were interrupted by the sound of more footsteps echoing down the hallway. Kim bit back a curse - of all the times for half the compound to decide they were in the mood for a midnight snack, why did it have to be tonight?
Chay had clearly heard the footsteps as well. He let out a dismayed squeak, shoved the other half of his pastry in his mouth, spun on his heel - and dashed into the same alcove that Kim was currently lurking in.
Suddenly face to face with the boy he’d lost before he’d even realised he loved him, Kim found himself lost for words, too. What was there to say, after all, to someone you’d deliberately made an enemy of, and utterly failed to reconcile with, when you found yourself forced into an unexpected stealth operation with them by the whims of fate and chance?
Fortunately, the clatter of footsteps into the kitchen, accompanied by a burst of unreasonably raucous laughter, absolved him of the obligation to say anything at all. Bringing a finger urgently to his lips, Kim let himself seek refuge in the familiar, claustrophobic sanctuary of silence.
Chay’s eyes flashed indignantly, and for a moment Kim thought he was going to argue - but fortunately, Chay didn’t seem any keener than him to alert anyone else of their presence in the alcove, and he subsided with an irritated huff, features settling into a frown. Or at least, Kim thought it was probably a frown. It wasn’t an expression he’d often seen Chay make, but that particular crinkle of his brow probably wasn’t a happy one.
Kim let his eyes slide away, and focused his attention on the conversation the two bodyguards who’d just entered the kitchen were engaged in.
“-sure I’m not the only one it’s happened to,” one of them was saying. “I’d put money on it, honestly.”
“Yeah man, I’m not doubting you,” the other agreed emphatically. “Did I tell you about the time I had to cover for their usual driver last week and chauffeur them to that meeting with the Germans?”
Kim was focusing more intently, now - bodyguard gossip was often a wealth of unexpected clues and insight.
“Do I want to know?” laughed the first bodyguard.
“Probably not,” his friend replied. “So, I had Khun Kinn and Khun Porsche in my backseat, both of them - oh, do I even need to say more? You know where this story’s going.”
“Do I?” the other asked, in tones of exaggerated innocence. “No, I think you better spell it out for me.”
Kim was rapidly becoming very, very certain that he did not want this guy to spell anything whatsoever out for him, thank you very much.
Unfortunately, luck was decidedly not on his side that evening.
“Well, I had the partition up and the soundproofing turned on, obviously, so I can’t say for sure.” The bodyguard paused for dramatic effect, then continued, “But I could still hear them, in spite of all that, and if Khun Kinn wasn’t getting his dick sucked back there-”
Having thoroughly revised his opinion of the value of bodyguard gossip, Kim decided that he was going to voluntarily go deaf now, actually. Shifting his attention firmly away from this terrible, awful, no-good conversation, his gaze fell back on Chay - whose head was now buried in his hands.
For a few seconds, Kim furiously debated with himself whether he ought to risk checking if Chay was alright. Then, in the first stroke of good luck he’d had that entire night, the bodyguards’ footsteps began to trudge back down the hallway, their voices fading into the night and taking the remnants of their horrible conversation with them.
Chay lowered his hands and looked back up at Kim, eyes wide and definitely no longer clouded with the dregs of sleep.
For a moment, Chay just stared at Kim, unblinking. Then, the faintest edge of hysteria lacing his voice, he mumbled, “That was the worst thing that’s ever happened.”
Kim had imagined this moment so many times, in so many ways, that he couldn’t have kept track of them all if he’d tried. He was pretty sure that he had, in fact, imagined the first words Chay would say to him the next time they spoke being along those lines on more than one occasion.
It still stung.
He swallowed, dropping his gaze to the floor, and shrank back a little. There was only so far he could go - it was a tiny alcove, and Chay was blocking the way out - but he could put a little bit more space between them, if it would lessen Chay’s discomfort.
He was jolted out of his self-pitying reverie by a gentle slap to his chest.
“Not - I didn’t mean you, P’Kim!” Chay protested. Kim’s head snapped up - impossibly, Chay was half-smiling at him, flapping one hand in the space between them. “I just meant - wow, that was too much information, you know? God, I did not need to know that.” Chay gave an over-exaggerated shudder, and Kim couldn’t help nodding in agreement - he, too, did not need to know that.
“Anyway, uh…” Chay had barely begun to speak before he was interrupted by a jaw-splitting yawn.
Kim felt the corner of his lips quirk up involuntarily. “Time for bed?” he murmured, even though the last thing he wanted was for Chay to slip away and through his fingers yet again. But, then again, it was inevitable. Maybe there was no sense in delaying it. After all, he’d always been good at denying himself the things he wasn’t meant to have, to lessen the sting when they drifted completely out of reach.
But then Chay giggled, raising an eyebrow, and suddenly he didn’t look tired at all. “Was that an innuendo, P’Kim?”
Kim’s mind came to a screeching halt, panic racing through him. “No, I didn’t - I know you don’t - Chay, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered, then gave up and covered his face with a groan.
Chay laughed again. Kim had never appreciated just how sweet that sound was, before.
Then, another pair of hands were gently prising his own from his face, and Chay was meeting his gaze with an unexpectedly serious expression.
At some point, he’d grown taller than Kim. He hadn’t realised that until now.
“You know I don’t what, P’Kim?” Chay asked, gentle but insistent.
Kim swallowed. “You don’t - I know you’re still angry with me.”
Chay hummed, scrunching his nose contemplatively. “And how do you know that, exactly?”
Kim felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. Words deserted him completely; he was powerless to do anything but blink back at Chay.
Chay took pity on him, and broke the silence again. “Maybe I’m still a little angry, phi. But mostly, I’m tired of being angry. And I think… I think I miss having you around.”
Kim took in a shaky breath. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the lack of food, or simply the muted glow from the fluorescent lights, barely illuminating their little hidden corner, but the entire conversation had taken on an air of unreality.
Or maybe it was simply because it felt too much like everything he’d barely let himself yearn for, made reality.
I’ve missed you too, he wanted to say.
Or perhaps that wasn’t enough. All I see now, no matter where I look, is the absence of you. That was closer to the truth of it.
But Kim had never been good with words. Not the sincere kind, not when the truth was at stake. Not when it mattered.
But Chay deserved an answer of some kind. Nothing he could dredge up would be adequate, but he had to try.
“I’ve missed you too,” Kim whispered.
The ripple of shock through his veins, in the aftermath of those words passing his lips, was a slow, sluggish thing. Even as the words echoed in his ears, he couldn’t quite believe he’d said them - the exact words he’d wanted to force out. It might have been a miracle.
And yet, it had been easy. Simple.
And Chay’s answering smile was brilliant. Dazzling.
At least, until it was interrupted by another enormous yawn.
The ensuing silence only lasted for a moment before both of them burst into helpless snorts of laughter, Chay pitching forward to bury his head in Kim’s shoulder.
“Maybe you were right, P’Kim,” came Chay’s muffled voice a second later, “it really might be time for bed.” He drew back to meet Kim’s eyes again, then continued, “But tomorrow… well, if we both miss each other, maybe we should do something to fix that. Would that - does that sound good to you?”
Kim could only nod helplessly, the force of his longing having stolen his words away completely. Chay beamed back at him. “Good.”
And then, a contemplative look passed over Chay’s features, a gleam appearing in his eyes.
Kim instinctively knew what he was about to do, and made no move to resist.
Chay’s lips met his; just the faintest brush of pressure. Kim’s eyes fluttered closed, and Chay pressed blessedly closer, a beacon of warmth against him.
The kiss couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds before Chay broke away, taking a piece of Kim’s heart with him.
That was more than fine by Kim. He hadn’t realised he still had anything left of his heart to give; whatever remained, he would happily offer up to Chay on a platter.
Chay let out another nervous giggle, seemingly overcome by a sudden bout of shyness. “Ah, well - goodnight then, P’Kim! I’ll see you - or, mm, we can talk tomorrow?” And before Kim even had the chance to reply, he’d turned and darted out of the alcove.
Kim leaned back against the wall, letting himself melt into the stone. He couldn’t quite feel any of his limbs; he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
He’d always known this was the best hiding spot in the house.
#ask meme#booksnchocolate#my fic#kimchay#kinnporsche#kinnporsche fic#i've barely edited this at all. i am sleepy and i am YEETING#will cross-post to ao3 tomorrow. might edit first who can say#to everyone else who sent prompts: i love u but it is 3am aklsfjsd i will prob do them tomorrow!!!
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Treat you like a queen
Summary; Billy has y/n wrapped around his little finger or so he thinks because a certain curly-haired metalhead has every intention of being with y/n and treating her like a queen.
Warnings; Swearing and fluff. A teeny bit angst.
Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work
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Eddie loathed Billy Hargrove, the guy was a massive dickhead and had the most beautiful girl in the world y/n on his arm.
Billy treated her like shit and it pissed him the fuck off. Y/n was so kind, and sweet and she didn't deserve any of it.
Billy smirks as he notices Eddie's glare and flips him off. He's just about to leave the party - he was only here to make a few dealings anyway when y/n comes in. She looks so gorgeous.
His heart twists when she heads over to Billy and he blanks her causing her face to fall. She tugs on his jacket and he turns around to face her sneering.
"What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm busy". The girl he's with laughs and y/n's face falls, she bites back tears.
"Screw you, Hargrove. I'm fed up with your shit, we're done". She storms off in tears and Billy snorts.
"She'll be back again next week". Something inside Eddie snaps and he heads toward Billy who turns his smug smirk to him.
"Fuck off freak". Eddie punches him hard and his hand aches but it was worth it to wipe the slimy look off Hargrove's face. He then proceeds to go and find y/n.
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She can't believe she was so stupid to fall for Billy's charms. He had been hot then cold for three weeks now, basically the entire length of their relationship if that's what you could call it.
He didn't care about her feelings or needs and it annoys her that she was so caught up in him. No more she affirms to herself and wipes her tears.
Someone joins her and places a hand on her shoulder, the smell of woods, pine, leather and a little weed invade her senses and she turns to find Eddie Munson beside her.
Eddie was really sweet, she liked him and she couldn't deny that he was handsome. She adored his dimples and beautiful brown eyes.
"Saw what that dickbag Hargrove did. You deserve better than him. You're...you're perfect". He blushes a bit and it's so very endearing.
"Me? she squeaks out and his gaze goes all soft which makes her melt.
"Yeah. You're beautiful and I'd love to take you on a date and treat you like a queen. I'd never hurt you as that fucker did".
His words send butterflies through her stomach and she moves closer to hum.
"I know you'd never date me though, the town freak. I get it, it's okay you don't have to pity date me or shit". Her heart aches at his hurt look and she gently takes his hand squeezing it.
"I'd love to go on a date, Eddie, I don't think you're a freak, I think you are really handsome". His face lights up and she leans over curious at how those perfect lips of his feel and kisses him.
It's wonderful, more amazing than Billy and she giggles as he pulls her onto his knee kissing her hungrily.
She pulls away slightly dazed and giddy.
"Tomorrow sound good for our date?". She asks him and he nods happily kissing her once more.
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The date is amazing, Eddie is the perfect gentleman and brings her flowers that he picked himself, she feels so at ease with him.
One date turns to two, then doubles until it's their first time together and she's blown away by how mindblowing that it is. How they fit so perfectly.
She's madly in love and so is he and Eddie has no trouble telling her how much he loves her, every day.
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Currently, she is with Eddie at the Family video store and is chatting with Robin and Steve. Eddie's arms are wrapped around her and his head rests on top of hers and he kisses her which makes her grin content.
Billy comes in and does a double take when he sees her and Eddie together. He shakes off his shock and struts over.
"Babe him? Seriously?". She fumes as he laughs and rounds on him.
"Eddie is amazing, he treats me better than you ever could and he loves me, I love him so back off". Billy's eyes widen at her shouting then he guffaws amused.
"Please... no way that freak pleases you". Her eyes narrow at him and she's quick to correct him.
"Oh, he does, way way better than you ever could. Now leave me alone. There's nothing for you here". He moves closer eyes flashing and Eddie glares at him.
"Move along. She's mine now asshole, you should have treated her better".
Billy storms out by that point and she relaxes snuggling into Eddie.
"Come on my sweet princess, let's pick a movie and go cuddle up yeah?". She nods feeling so glad she's with Eddie now who adores her as much as she adores him.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#stranger things eddie munson#billy hargrove x reader
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Hi, me again - I couldn't help it. 💓I thought of prompt #244 "I can't sleep, can I sleep her?" + #186 "C'me, I don't mind letting you sleep on me". Micah x neutral Reader. Soft Micah.~🔥
I don't know how often I can wish for something. But I can't help it - your stories are so great. ☆
Thank you, looking forward to it💖
No problem!❤️ Thank you so much!😊 I hope to make your wishes come true!
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A Good Boy
Micah tries his hardest to be a good boy for you. After all, you seem a little hesitant around him. Good thing a trip to Colter warms things up for both of you.
#186 “C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me.”
#244 “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”
It was Dutch who told both of you to return to Colter. Apparently, during the journey down the Grizzlies, Dutch forgot some money. It’s surprising that Dutch of all people would forget money, but he was in a rush to get the family out of harm’s way.
For some reason, he figured that you and Micah would get the job done.
I guess you were the only one who could put up with him. All the other gang members would much rather just shoot him, and he probably felt the same way towards them. Still, his gruff nature really put you off. I mean, did he even care?
Yes. He cares quite a bit.
No one would guess that Micah of all people would care for you the most. And, yes, he knows that you seem a bit hesitant around him. Micah notices that people are uncomfortable with him, but what makes him more irritable is knowing you are one of those people. You hang out with people like Arthur and Charles.
The good boys.
It made Micah absolutely sick to his stomach to think that you preferred them over him. Perhaps that’s what you were into. The men who steered the right way in life. The absolute opposite of him. Micah knew it would extremely hard for him to do, but he was determined to do it.
He was going to become a good boy.
“Y/N, stay close. Don’t need you getting eaten by a bear or anything.” He said, slowing his own horse down so you could catch up. The gesture was sweet for Micah Bell, but it wasn’t enough to make you feel entirely comfortable.
So, you continued the ride to Colter with Micah unknowingly sulking.
Once you arrived at the rundown mining town, it was close to dark. Normally, Micah would keep pressing on no matter how cold and miserable he was. However, now he had you here with him, and he could see you shaking. Whether it be from cold or the howling wolves, he didn’t know.
All he did notice is that you looked afraid.
“Let’s hold up in here.” Micah said, dismounting Baylock and leading him to the stables. You followed suit, unsure of why he made such a decision. Yes, you were scared, but that has never stopped Micah Bell before.
What’s changed?
“Is there...a reason we’re stopping for the night?” You asked him after you guys made it inside one of the small cabins. Micah bit back any gruff words that may have come out of his mouth, remembering who he was talking to.
“Just is a little dark...and you seem kind of shaken up.” He said, mumbling out that last bit because, for Micah, it felt too close to saying how he felt towards you.
All you could do was nod.
So, the two of you quietly got set up for the night. Micah was a lot simpler than you with just a bedroll and a bottle of something to keep his blood flowing. You set up your bedroll a distance away, but also was pulling something else out of your bag. Micah leaned forward a bit to get a better look.
“Watcha got there?” He asked, watching as you jumped a bit, the object falling from your hands. Slowly, you picked it back up.
“It’s a...a dreamcatcher. Charles made it for me.” You explained, and it made Micah’s blood absolutely boil. However, he remembered that he was trying to be a good man for you. So, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
“Really? What’s it do?” He asked, feigning interest. You blinked a bit before looking down at the handcrafted dreamcatcher and responding.
“It’s supposed to catch bad dreams...and protect you...when we were up here before, Charles told me about the Wendigo...I guess I just get a bit scared here at night.” You said, looking down at your lap. In truth, you were waiting for him to laugh at you.
It never came.
You looked up to see him staring back at you with a look that made you feel slightly flustered. Micah nodded a bit before placing his bottle aside.
“Well Y/N...I’ll keep you safe from any...evil spirit...that dares ignore your lovely little trinket there.” Micah said before dimming the lantern and falling onto his back. You looked at the dreamcatcher before looking at Micah, a small bit of fondness growing in your chest.
Perhaps he wasn’t a bad man after all.
You tried to go to sleep soon after he did, but all you could do was lay there. Every sound would make you shiver, and the wind blowing this rickety wooden hut around make every creak sound so eerie. Your mind kept going to every evil and dangerous thing in the book.
Then you remembered what Micah said. He’d keep you safe.
An idea soon came to your head, and you knew it was a terrible one from the start. However, it was your only option when it came to getting some sleep. If the answer was no, you would accept that and forget this ever happened. With that in mind, you crawled over to where Micah was curled up.
“Micah?” You whispered, unsure if the man was still asleep or not.
“Yes?” His response was quick, and you realized he hadn’t fallen asleep either. In fact, you’ve never seen him sleep, but you knew his reasons differed from yours and you weren’t about to pry him on that. You bothered him to ask a question that you were terrified to ask.
But you had to.
“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?” Your voice was quiet, embarrassed...ashamed. It caused Micah to fully sit up, turn around, and face you. Again, you were waiting for the mockery, the laughter, the familiar cruelty of Micah Bell.
But when you looked up at him, you saw an entirely different man from the one you knew. There was a softer look on his face; one of sadness, one of...gentleness.
Micah sighed through his nose, thinking of his options. Was he ready for this? He wanted so badly to have you close to him, and this was his opportunity. So, he was going to be kind here, but he still was Micah Bell, and it was hard for him not to sound gruff.
“C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me.” Micah tried his best to sound gruff, but he couldn’t stop the softness in his voice. It takes a lot of trust to sleep beside another person.
And Micah couldn’t believe that you trusted him so.
When you cuddled up into him, seeking comfort and warmth, it made his heart flutter in a way it’s never done before. This was the closest you’ve ever been to him, and it made Micah feel so small yet so valued.
Soon, you actually fell asleep, which caused his heart to warm even more.
Slowly and carefully, Micah put an arm around you to keep you close to him. He didn’t know whether it was because he was the only person here or if you actually were starting to feel comfortable with him, but Micah was just glad to have you close to him.
Perhaps this was the turning point in his relationship with you.
Whatever the case may be, you stayed by his side the whole night in Colter. And for once, Micah felt safe enough to actually fall asleep.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption 2 x reader#rdr2#micah bell#micah x reader#rdr2 micah bell#micah bell x reader
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Masterlist:
💖 Fluff
❤️🔥 Smut
💔 Angst
🤍 Humour
🔥 The God and Goddess of Hellfire
🌙 Shadow of the Moon
Characters Featured: Eddie Munson, Tom(Make Up 2019), Bucky Barnes, Billy Russo & Dean Winchester
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Bucky Barnes:
Fight Me - Someone talks shit about your boyfriend so you take matters into your own hands 💖
U Mad Bro? - You took the last beer out of the fridge and now Bucky is mad ❤️🔥
Boyfriend of the Year - Aunt Flo has come to visit and you’re a wreck. Thankfully your boyfriend is on hand to make you feel better 💖
Lucky Charm - Bucky’s band have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to open for a much larger band on their tour and he’s bringing his lucky charm along ❤️🔥
Confession - a phone call with your mom ends with a situation you never thought would happen between you and your roommate. 💖
Benefits - you and bucky are fwb and you’ve been together for a while now but that’s all about to change 💔 (if you squint) 💖
Good Idea // Bad Idea - bucky is tired of your bratty attitude and decides it’s time to do something about it. 💖
Rock of Ages - when a colleague calls in sick you end up covering her interview with one of the world’s biggest bands 💖
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Billy Russo:
Cinderella - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖
Sleeping Beauty - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖
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Dean Winchester:
Strange Love - something about motels and dean winchester is a lethal combination ❤️🔥
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Eddie Munson:
I Was Made for Loving You - eddie is restless and can’t sleep, you do not appreciate finding the bed empty 💖
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - you’ve had the worst day in work but lucky eddie is there to pick up the pieces 💖
Girls Got Rhythm - eddie fucks you in his van after a show ❤️🔥
For the Very First Time - hcs about eddie taking your v card 💖❤️🔥 (well implied anyway)
The God (and goddess) of Hellfire - at a high school dance dustin learns some shocking news about you and eddie 🤍💖❤️🔥 🔥(eddie's dirty mind counts)
Eat me Alive - domestic bliss with eddie is interrupted when an unexpected visitor comes calling 💖❤️🔥🔥
Love Bites - hcs for cuddling with eddie who can't get enough of how your tits look in his hellfire shirt 💖
Animal - nsfw headcanons about eddie's obsession with your tits ❤️🔥
Feels like Heaven - you’ve been feeling a little out of it lately so a girls trip to the mall is just the cure, right? 💖💔🔥
Hellion - you and eddie make a trip to the movies, then to the chief’s office 💖
Eruption - the kids find out about baby munson 💖🤍🔥
To Hell With the Devil - you end up being eddie's babysitter while you're hiding out at rick's place, the only problem is you cannot stand eddie munson 💖🤍
Always There for You - hcs for Eddie’s proposal in the God and Goddess of Hellfire series 💖🔥
Lost in the Shadows - eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery 💔💖(if you squint)
Sweet Child O' Mine - Everyone comes to meet Baby Munson 💖🔥
Teenage Kicks - it's the 90s and you and Eddie both work in the local mall and have a friendly rivalry going 💖🤍
Summer Lovin' - a day at the pool turns into something else entirely for you and eddie 💖🤍❤️🔥🔥
Teenage Wasteland - Eddie’s band is about to hit it big and you want to be there for every moment 💖🤍
Calling All Monsters - Steve needs a favour and Eddie has just the car to do it 💖🤍🔥
Merry Christmas Everyone - It’s Christmas 1988 and you and Eddie have the best family around 💖🔥
Shadow of the Moon - you’re a young woman living on your own outside the village of Hawkins, who just so happens to be a witch and perhaps Eddie Munson’s only hope 🤍💔🌙 (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)
Nothing but a Good Time - your coworker has called out sick and needs you to cover her interview on your day off 💖
Sugar Rush - you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie ❤️🔥🤍 (kind of at the end)
Three Men and a Baby - when you leave for the day and it's up to eddie, gareth and jeff to look after rose sometimes there's just no telling what kids will get up to 💖🔥
Radar Love - when you have some car trouble you run into the hottest mechanic in hawkins 💖🤍
Master of Puppets - you and eddie have a gig coming up that you've been looking forward to for months, the only problem is eddie's still injured 🔥🤍💖
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Tom (Make Up 2019):
Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire - a night out leads to meeting someone unexpected 💖🔥 (but like soft)
#duchess writes#eddie munson#dean winchester#billy russo#bucky barnes#tom make up#reader insert#duchess.txt#housekeeping
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Top five found family JO moments? (If you wanna obviously)
i am ALWAYS down to talk about joker out found family moments (not linking anything bc i'm lazy but)
in no particular order:
nace's instagram post after stožice. i literally cried reading it. i've talked several times about how much it gets to me that nace found his place with joker out but... god, this post really got to me. they're literally family
bonace getting matching tattoos. what do you mean bojan and nace are getting matching tattooos a little over a year after knowing each other? they love each other so much. nace really found his place with joker out but clearly the boys also found comfort and friendship with him
kris picking up the guitar because of bojan. we all know the story but - how insane is that? joker out wouldn't be joker out without either kris or bojan so i'm really glad this happened
can i say any jance moments? i don't even mean it in a shippy way - it's so clear to me nace is jan's comfort person? their relationship, whatever it is, brings me so much joy and i'm glad they found one another
the thailand vacation. they spent 2023 together and they STILL wanted to spend more time with one another and decided to go on a vacation together 🥺
there are so many more moments i could have included here - the entire london era could go here tbf. i'm just happy to see a group of friends who love each other so much having so much success doing what they love the most 💖💖💖
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Thor Odinson
tagged by : @beheworthy bc i would ALWAYS like 💖💖💖
Give me a fictional character and I will say:
Favorite thing about them: His big dumb hero's heart. His compassion. How much he loves his home, his people, his family, his beloved, his friends — how much he loves.
Least favorite thing about them: //stares pointedly at his inability to form meaningful connections because Thor is Not Allowed to be Not Okay (even when it's obvious and people he loves asks him to share his heart).
Three things I have in common with them:
I am, myself, an elder sibling!! And one whose younger brother was/is someone I am incredibly close to, care a great deal about — that entire drama is very close to home for me.
A passion bubble for friends and family that's, on occasion, close to the surface... but otherwise am chill 👍
and .... bunt out golden child syndrome vibes. Especially that vibe of "do it on your own and put on your leader face at all times, because all eyes are on you, good luck"
Three things I don’t have in common with them:
His ... overly reserved nature. I've been told I can be serious but I don't think I brood the way he does.
One day I will be nearly half as eloquent in my speech outside of writing 🙏
The way that Thor is able to just command a room???? Goals. Total goals. I'm either very good at directing conversations or shaky at it and I wish I had Thor's level of confidence.
Favorite line:
"i would rather be a good man than a great king."
OR ALTERNATIVELY.
"is that why everything's on fire~?"
BROTP: Brodinsons 100% . Then the entire warriors + sif squad dynamics! I'm forever sad we never got more of them all together. Then Heimdall, because Thor deserves positive mentor figures in his life. (and as far as the avengers proper go: Thor/Steve absolutely deserves more recognition they were the og duo as far as Age of Ultron is concerned and y'all , we've all been sleeping.)
OTP: Fosterson ! :D They're adorable star-crossed lovers, and he loves her very much. (and she feels the same for him !)
NOTP: if i see (1) more fan art of thorki in the thor tag i will scream. I guess also bruce/thor and valkyrie/thor exist ...??? I'm not really sure who Thor's exactly shipped with in the MCU besides Jane.
Random Headcanon: One time I considered the thought of little!Thor being exceptionally friendly with his kitchen staff servants, and because he's a strong little guy, he'd pick up giant barrels 3x his size and lug them around just because he wants to be helpful. And he'd do it with or without the prize of getting snuck goodies (though he would definitely prefer the goodies, were it up to him.)
Unpopular Opinion: I'm not sure if this counts as an unpopular opinion exactly, but I do always find it interesting that in the Frozen Vault Scene in Thor (2011), what the cinematography and editors show us that sets Thor off is seeing the dead einherjar...
And I'd actually say that this triggers his anger more than the interruption of his crowning ceremony.
So with that in mind, I'm not actually sure that (most of) his rage regarding the situation was about the coronation at all, in that case. At least, not in comparison to the fear he states (semi-subtextually) about being strong enough to maintain Asgard's borders were. ("They know you are vulnerable.")
He actually seems to only be upset about the coronation AFTER Odin makes it very clear he's decided to change his mind and rescind the crown from him entirely ... which only further fuels the point that Thor isn't ready. (aka: the one thing Thor is keenly aware of, scared of, and is scared the Frost Giants also know.) Which, you know, he's not at that point in time, but I don't see a lot of people talk about the details of that particular inciting incident all that much.
(honestly the ENTIRE text and subtext of the frozen vault scene absolutely FASCINATES ME so maybe I'll do a deep dive on it one day idk)
Song SONGS I associate with them: ... //looks at my 5-minutes-until-13 hr playlist uh...
Glowing, Boreas, and Rounds by The Oh Hellos
Plant Life, The Real World, and Bird with a Broken Wing by Owl City
No Sanctuary by UNSECRET (ft. Sam Tinnesz and Fleurie)
Afterglow and Places by Portrair
Paper and Ink (fosterson) and Everything Changes in Time (brodinsons) by Madds Buckley ... also Hoping on Another Life by Madds Buckley
Favorite picture of them:
//pulls out my entire dark world screenshots folder bc are you really going to make me choose, quirks, are you really going to make me choose
soft beautiful 🥺🥺🥺🥺 precious boy ... give me more of that poncho look tho thanks
Tagging: @darkwee009 for pinkie pie or for kirby ! :D whichever you'd like more, friend !!!
#(SENDS YOU KISSES 😘)#&&. whispers#&&. thor.#&&. | marvel. |#(also no no i am not ashamed of my 13 hour playlist for thor)#(yes you can absolutely ask for more song recs i have too many)#(And probably more on the way)
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As penitence for making everyone sad about a hypothetical tragic ending for TGED, here's my entire Pacrim AU that I sketched out for funsies but don't think I'll actually write out the whole thing 💖
Javier was rescued by Arcos back when he briefly piloted the early single-pilot jaegers. Arcos quickly retired as a pilot and worked as an exec, but Javier followed him and became a young protege. Not directly raised or trained by Arcos, but certainly under his wing. Javier is now a genius pilot… mostly. He could pilot the single jaegers like a dream if they were viable, but he only mildly gets along with other pilots. He can drift fine with most people, but never the enough to really make him the top pick. (mirrors him being stuck on the Asrahan Core Technique when lloyd and he first meet.) Tends to be self-sacrificing.
Suho - His family lost their home years ago to kaiju, and they never really recovered financially. Then he lost them to another attack two years ago. Not even to the kaiju itself - [somehow related to being poor - Neglect in rescue efforts? Worse Kaiju panic rooms in the slums?] Poor people are still poor people in pacrim, and he needed cash to live. He joined the wall-making half the time, and the jaeger program basic training program to get him access to more lucrative construction tasks at a Shatterdome. His talent for strategy and adaptability is noted by the program, but isn’t exemplary enough to catch anyone's attention. Suho isn’t planning on selling himself as a pilot anyways. He’d like to live please.
During a college break, the System (for organizing the database of jaeger prospects) mixes up Suho and the now dead Lloyd, and Suho is sent to the Frontera city for mandatory training. Suho is not pleased being yanked around but resolves to find work in Frontera until he can get back to Seoul.
Javier is once again being tested to find a good partner, and Suho ends up on the list. They don’t get along at first, but… they work surprisingly well together in the training grounds. Suho did not think he’d be compatible with the mildly famous prodigy, and is a little panicked at maybe being chosen to pilot. Him deciding that “defeating all the kaiju is definitely the way to finally get a peaceful life” is a very funny idea to me lol. Over the course of a month, they end up working together, both of them opening up; javier looking past suho’s survival mechanisms to see a good man, and suho seeing that javier has a fun personality under all the ice.
Arcos is an exec, more managerial guy. Strategy Room is Sir Bayern. Julian is in school in Seoul and not seen much this fic. OG!Lloyd is dead even without the body swapping, whoops, sorry. “Queen” Alicia is a famous pilot in Korea (seoul might be too far west for pacrim?) with her partner “Knight” Kyle (who will accidentally get brain-touched by a kaiju, go mad, and then try to kill Alicia).
#im just so charmed by the world of pacrim#and i think you could really cook up a good tged pacrim au#its a little tough tho since its a modern setting. i couldnt think of a way to isekai suho. so i didnt lol.#tged
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