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pasta-in-the-pudding · 10 months

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Killian kissing and confessing to y/n he's in love, then y/n let's him tattoo his name on them, because y/n wants to show him how committed and in just they are all well. Please and think you💕💕

Awwww such a sweet prompt! 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Killian's love confession and tattoo

It had been 2 years since you and Killian had begun dating. 2 wonderful, amazing years.

And yet, neither of you have said "I love you" yet. On your part, it was because you were just too nervous to confess. He is more on the cold side, not very emotionally expressive. You were scared that he'd laugh at you, leave you crying and lonely.

On his part, it was because he wanted to do it in a special way. He wanted it to be an occassion you never forgot, he wanted to look back on it in 10, 20 years, smiling fondly at the memory. The only problem was, nothing he could think of does you justice. You are his light and life, and he wants this moment to represent that.

Tonight though, he just might have an idea. You had planned out a nice date night in the woods, both of you would get dressed up in whatever you wanted, taking a stroll in the seemingly enchanted woods, in search for a spot to have a romantic picnic.

He picks you up, and seeing you all dressed up for him makes his heart flutter. "You look nice" he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You smile and stroke his jaw. "So do you" you mutter, wrapping your fingers around his and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The stroll begins, you both point out potential spots, before settling on a nice clearing with flowers and an old tree bending over the clearing. You spread out your blanket and begin to set up your food and candles, laughing and chatting away.

Then there is a silence. A nice silence. You see Killian staring at you, and you wave your hand in front of him. "You ok in there?"

He flinches and nods. "Yeah, yeah. Just thinking." He says, looking off to the side before looking at you again and taking your hands in his. "I....I have something to tell you, but i need you to do something for me first" he whispers. You smile and nod. "Anything." You whisper back.

"I need you to close your eyes."

You do as told, and close your eyes. You feel his lips on yours, and you smile, kissing back. When he pulls away, he leans into your ear and whispers a sweet "I love you so much. Mor than you could ever imagine"

Your eyes open and you gasp, cupping his face. "Really?" You ask with tears in your eyes. He nods and smiles. You kiss him again, pressing a long kiss to his lips and then kissing him all over the rest of his face.

After the kissing frenzy is over, you pack up and go home. You lay in bed together, but you are being a little too quiet. Killian takes notice and kisses your nose. "You ok? You've got your thinking face on"

You sigh and smile. "Earlier, you told me that you love me more than I could imagine.." you say, rubbing his cheek. He nods "yeah?"

"Well, I was thinking...is there any way to show you how much I love you? And that's when I began to ponder....what if I got your name tattooed on me?"

He almost chokes. "What? My name? Tattooed?"

You smile. "Yes!" He thinks about it for a moment. "Well, I think theres an old tattoo gun in Helen's art room...you wanna see if he'll let us use it?" You nod. "It's worth a shot"

You end up talking Helen into letting Killian use hid tattoo gun. You sit on a chair while Helen finishes setting it up. Killian warns you that he may be shaky, but you insist on getting the tattoo. He signs his name, and you show off the tattoo to all your friends, who suggest that someday, you tattoo your name on his arm <333

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #killian x reader #killian lynch x reader #killian lynch

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stellaluna33 · 11 months

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I saw the post about your mom telling you that you’d been a bright child and the potential people knew you had, how she likely meant it and how you interpreted that. Trust me I get not feeling as though you live up to this “potential” and the life you could be living, but are you relatively happy (or at least somewhat content) with your current life?

I know I don’t know you and I’m a) not trying to push any amount of toxic positivity on you b) aware that anything you share online might not be true and also isn’t always the full picture

However, of what I’ve seen you share about your life, you seem like such a talented and cool person! Your belle époque gown was phenomenally crafted! Working in a field that at least marginally suits your interests. What you share about your family, makes them seem great. Maybe not, but you’re probably a great parent and you and your husband seem well-suited together and respectful. Even if it’s not what you expected/wanted/whatever else, are you overwhelmingly disappointed or upset about the majority of factors in your life that you had a choice in?

Again I really know nothing about you, but I have a lot of respect for the person you have shared. If you see this, I hope it doesn’t come across poorly or upset you at all; and if it does, I’m really sorry. Have a good day and hope for still waters ahead!

This is so kind of you! 🥺 You are of course right. I DO have a lot to be thankful for! And I don't hate my life. We have our issues and arguments just like any human beings, but I am genuinely happy and in love with my spouse, and while I don't think I can say whether I'm a "great parent" or not (I'm certainly not perfect, and I know I make mistakes), I certainly do TRY (my kids do tell me I'm a good mom, but they're young, and I feel like I'm bracing myself for when they're older and say, "You ruined my life!" 😅😭)... But I'm unemployed right now (partly to spend more time with my kids, but partly for a variety of mental and physical health problems) and technically a "housewife," and like... I SEE the things people (mostly other women, honestly) say about people like me (I'm a "leech" or a "whore" or a "kept woman" or a "tradwife" or some kind of tragic victim) and sometimes I feel embarrassed and ashamed of it. But I SHOULDN'T! There is nothing ACTUALLY shameful about the life I have! But I live in a society that only values people if they're making money, and I am not.

When I was younger, I always sneered at the jokes about women going to college to "get their M.R.S. degree," (aka find a husband) but the cold, hard facts about my life are that I did meet the love of my life in college, and that I ended up dropping out because my mental health just fell apart. And I'm EMBARRASSED of this. (Should I be? Intellectually: no. But I am.) All my friends from college went on to have thriving careers, and I always feel "less than," and when we catch up, I feel like I have nothing to say about myself that they would respect. (Do they actually feel that way? I don't actually know) I know I talk a big game about "not caring what other people think of me," but I do. I TRULY and PASSIONATELY believe that human beings should not be defined by their "productivity," but I guess I have a hard time believing it about myself.

My life did not go the way I planned it. But what I have is Good. I was going to be a Professional Artist! But... my brain broke. I've been told that I have musical talent and a beautiful singing voice! But I've choked at every single audition I've gone to. 😂. I do have talent (and thank you for reminding me), but it only benefits myself and my immediate family and friends (I include YOU! 🖤). And my life isn't over! I want to go back to work when I can (though it would probably only be for minimum wage) and maybe I'll finish my degree someday, if I can get past my academic trauma... Who knows? Maybe I'll be like Grandma Moses or something. 😂 But... In the meantime, I have a quiet life with people I love, and get to use my creativity to bring joy to my friends. And that is no small thing. That is a Good Life. Thank you for reminding me! 🖤

#Sorry for the ramble and the navel-gazing!

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yuusaris · 1 year

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Tell me about the AU's (pwease? 🥺)

So, Body/Life - the Au based on the Body for Body, Life for Life one-shot from 2021 - very much speaks for itself. Ryou Bakura is a young man who gave use of his body to a demon in exchange for his sisters life, falls in love (or trauma-bonds) with said demon and proposes. and the Demon, Bakura, says yes and we follow them throughout married life and it's various issues such as 'when will my husband devour my body', 'what is a present?', 'how do I cope with what I've done to get this far' and 'does he really love me'. All of which Ryou has answers to ('Someday', 'my husbands presence' 'cope with what?' and 'I've decided that he does'), and we're here to see if they're correct. I talked about some lore-stuff in another ask, so I'll cut this one short here.

Hypno-thruple is some I WANT to write REAL BAD but I struggle with smut, but it's FUN to spitball with @shameandhypnosis about. Essentially, Bakura (with his own body) convinces Atem (with his own body) to join him and husband Ryou for a hypno-session where the challenge is to not go under himself while Ryou hypnotizes Bakura. It's a roundabout way to get Atem some sleep and the tools to self-hypnotize himself to sleep easier (and tools for Yuugi tp help him sleep easier), while also allowing Bakura time with his crush (open relationship, toying with Ryou also dating Yuugi, and so would Atem, but the focus is on these three). After a while, Atem does realize they get... horny? After he leaves? Or when they think he's still asleep? And act on it?

Atem gets kind of into - very. Very into it. Very quickly gets into this and trusting Ryou and watching Bakura drop is now a trigger for /him/ to drop, and bringing this up to Ryou brings up the idea of hypnokink which eventually culminates with Atem becoming a very good hypno-submissive for the two of them, mostly Ryou, but he learned it from the other one who only realized too late that while Ryou was hypnotized, he was also studying the blade and has gotten better at it than Bakura.

Like, I have whole scenes for this in my head. I have inductions. I have /drama/. I deserve to write it. I deserve to.

Hanahaki fic is gunna be - exactly what it sounds like. Ryou's suffering from Hakahaki disease, but doesn't have it. Bakura does. It's a tendershipping fic and only Bakura knows this and it has made him pretty fucking cynical about the whole thing, to the point of ignoring it so bad than he canNOT control the body anymore, or horror happens. Which means it's up to Ryou to cure him, somehow, and it sucks for everyone involved.

I like the idea of Bakura being a hopeless romantic, potentially a straight-up fatal tsundere, every fucking time Ryou even /thinks/ something nice about him, he flares up and he is so fucking mortified about it. Even if eh thought he had a chance, petals shooting out of his throat when Ryou says he made him happy is so Not Murderous Spirit of The Ring Who Is A Villain And A Threat of him. I find it, canon be damned, funny. I find it funny and also terrible considering the very real mortal peril they are both in because of this behavior and because Bakura has effectively black-pilled himself. And that black-pilling leads to his condition rapidly morphing into something wholly worse and with less time on his side - bolting. I have a potential bonus chapter waiting in the wings for when I finish this, here's an excerpt from it talking about bolting, while Bakura is in the hospital because he was choking.

Yaaayyyy.

#me flavored soup #writing spoilers #my writing #thank you for the questions #it's nice to be able to get excited about my fics again #this month has knocked me around hard #so #this helps me feel not totally useless

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all-tsukishimakei · 3 years

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omg hi! i saw you're taking requests for our beloved kei 🥺

can i request some hurt/comfort? maybe reader is having a hard time with inner demons? can be about insecurity or feeling like a burden/disappointment. idk i just want to know how kei would help reader out of it :') thank youuuu💞

There it is.

Another morning in which you wake up before your alarm clock, restlessly waiting for sleep to come back, even if that's just ten minutes until it actually rings you back awake.

It sucks. It really does.

You're tired, no matter how much you get to sleep (or not).

You keep turning and tossing around in the big bed you share with your boyfriend, worried that you might wake him up. And it only adds up, to the point that you wonder if the anxiety of being an inconvenience (again) is keeping you up.

And you feel like crying. But it makes no sense.

Can you believe? Feeling so tired, so not-there that even crying seems to have no point to it?

Somedays it gets better. It really does. Sometimes it's easier to get up and do your chores, study, keep up with your work. Sometimes you're strong, but days like today drain everything from you.

Because the day hasn't 'officially' begun, but you're done with it. You know it's gonna be a bad day.

And you don't know for how long.

Once more, you decide you're gonna try to sleep, a last try. So you turn your back to Kei sleeping next to you, so your tossing won't bother him as much.

The only thing you can feel at the moment is frustration, and plenty of repressed emotions that are somehow managing to make their way out in the form of a headache.

You sigh, but it kind of comes out strangled, from trying to keep it quiet.

It sounds like sobbing.

And maybe it was the familiarity of the action, or the warmth in the hand that reached out to your shoulder, but that was enough for you to curl up in a ball and break down.

It was quiet, with you holding your breathing, and shivering. You weren't cold, but you were aware of how cold your skin felt to the touch, because when a pair of strong arms tried to coop you up, you could sense them tense up.

It wasn't long until Kei slowly prompted you to turn around to face him, so he could properly embrace you.

He didn't ask.

Actually, Kei didn't talk, at all.

The sweetness and warmth in his embrace helped you keep your thoughts in place. You were not alone. Kei was right there, with you.

But then, what if he's not anymore.

He knows now.

How miserable you feel at times, how pathetic you look; holding onto him, like you couldn't make it on your own.

Your clouded mind could only process one thought at the time, and you wondered why it always had to pick the worse.

Kei hates when you're clingy.

You know that, but you are not clingy. You try hard not to be.

Could it be possible that he'd leave you because of his one time you're holding onto him?

Perhaps.

So, when you try to pull back, he's a bit surprised. He's been quietly wondering what's wrong, but he knows better than to ask right now, when you could barely talk. Maybe a nightmare? Or... are you feeling sick? Is there something he should do?

This is the first time he's seen you like this, you're almost never vulnerable this way in front of him. You are always smiling, with that annoying smile he loves so much.

After you pulled back, you tried to turn around again, to cover your face, the last bits of dignity that may still lay upon you.

"Did- Did I do something wrong?"

And that you didn't expect, his choked question and retreating hand had you frozen.

"Hey, look at me," his voice was firm this time, "did something happen?" his body was partially hovering over you, not crushing you, but you could feels the warmth of his body. His hand reaching forward to cup your face gently. "Are you sick?"

You could make out the worry in his voice this time, and that help you turn off the increasing worry that your thoughts had set up in your mind.

"I might be," you chuckled dryly, but it came out almost desperate. "I'm sorry, Kei." You started between sobs. "I'm just feeling terrible... I don't feel like... existing? Not today at least."

You couldn't see his eyes widening in the dark, but what you did feel was his arms tightening slightly around you. His head leaning forward, so he could plant a caring kiss at the top of your head.

Soon, he began to draw tiny circles in your bag, you drifting off to sleep.

Today, both of you had college classes, but they were certainly not a priority when you're feeling this bad, so he let you sleep in. Making sure you could rest for what was left of the morning, watching over you.

After a few hours passed by, he got up, carefully, and walked to the kitchen. Kei didn't always cook, but it certainly was a way for him to show you how much he loves you, as he did with many other things.

By now, you knew already how complicated expressing emotions through words was for him, so when you woke up and caught the faint smell of food from the kitchen, you realized that bad days could get better sometimes, specially if you have such a sweet boyfriend as you do. The feeling of numbness creeping up right after you woke up suddenly melted away when you saw Tsukishima, in an apron, standing in front of the oven.

"You cooked us breakfast?" You asked with a soft chuckle.

"I cooked us breakfast"

"It's smells nice, Kei," you approached him slowly, almost as if you had to ask attentively each of your feet to move.

"I know, I'm a great cook..." You wrapped your arms around him. "I know, love. Thank you".

"Are you feeling better?" He looked at you under his arm, almost shyly.

"I am," he could make out the dried tears still staining your face, his face softening for a second. "Good, we didn't skip class for nothing," Kei smirked, pulling a soft laugh from you, who was now burying your face on his chest.

Maybe, you've had to deal with pain and doubt for years in the past, and you felt oh so alone. It's been complicated at times, to the point where you're just exhausted. Definitely, some days are just harder than others. But you're not alone anymore. He's here. With you.

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AAA it was taking a really dark turn, but i tried to stop myself and keep it not as angsty, so im sorry if the flow is a bit broken in this one. Feedback is much appreciated.

Thank you for your request, sweetheart. I'm happy to meet more Tsukki enthusiasts uwu <3

Also, I'm not sure if this is exactly what you asked for 🙈but i hope it works for you ;u; but do feel free to request more scenarios!

#tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #hurt/comfort #angst #tsukishima kei scenario #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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personasintro · 2 years

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Are you gonna write more hoseok fics soon??

Uff, I’m trying not to think about any future projects to not get distracted (again😅) but a few days ago, I actually found an unfinished story in my drafts for Hoseok one-shot and it’s been on my mind ever since! I’d love to finish it, I think I wrote it like 2 years ago but it’s still unfinished🥺

Here's a sneak-peek:

You remember that one night when Yeojin went out with Hoseok and came back to your apartment, opening a few cans of beer. You went to bed, but as you went to grab a glass of water for your dry throat you overheard their conversation. Yeojin was sobbing in front of Hoseok, his words filled with desperation as he talked about having no kids at all and how it's important for Daewon. He admitted he heard her crying whenever she took a shower and how she tried to hide it from him. He was so hurt back then and it's nice seeing him being so happy, radiating with the same joy as his wife did today.

And again, you're just brought back to all the pressure you feel about having a baby. All the jabs that were supposed to be just a casual teasing are nothing but pressure for you. Your head starts to hurt – probably everything that not only happened today but you've been dealing with for a month. It all started at Daewon's baby shower where Hoseok's mom mentioned something about a baby for the first time.

Sighing, you fill up the silence with an exhausted sound from your mouth. “God, if I hear one more person that expects me to pop out a baby...” you trail off, chuckling in hope it'll replace the tension in the room and bring some humor.

That, and maybe Hoseok's going to know that you feel uncomfortable and laugh about it as well. But his reaction is not what you are prepared for.

“Yeah, because it's so fucking bad to have a baby with me.” he barks out, his voice making its appearance after not speaking for an hour.

You're taken back by his sudden outburst, your eyes bulging as you process his words. “I'm not sure I know what you mean.” you decide to tell him with a soft and concerned tone, but he only scoffs in response with a bitter chuckle.

What's going on?

“Of course you don't,” And again, he scoffs. “Do you even plan on having children? Like, at all?”

The coldness in his voice makes you frozen on your spot, feeling as if you were a kid who's getting scolded by their parents.

“I.. yeah, probably. In the future. I don't know.” you stutter over your words, not even sure of them and you know Hoseok sees right through you.

He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before he lets out an exhausted sigh.

“What's with the baby talk? We're engaged, we're not even married yet.” you try to somehow make it better, thinking out loud as you stare at your fiancé whose head snaps your direction.

“And when we're going to be married, are we going to try for a baby?” he says with an edgy tone that makes your heart beat so fast, but not in a comfortable way.

Panic. You feel panic at the thought of having a baby right after you get married.

You haven't even properly planned the wedding, the only thing you discussed about is the guest lists, invitations and the venue you both picked. There is still a lot to plan but with your busy jobs it's hard to just sit down and plan everything in one sitting.

“You mean-- right away?” you choke out, his features hardening even more and you know you've fucked up.

“Gosh, you can't even think about it. Look at you,” he says with so much venom that makes you embarrassed. He has never made you feel this kind of emotion, so embarrassed with yourself while you stand there in shame. “I thought we talked about having kids. You said you would want them.”

As embarrassment came, it switched with anger as you knit your eyebrows together. “Someday. I said someday. Not right now.” you explain, your voice not as soft at the beginning but it doesn't seem to affect him in any way.

“We're not getting any younger, Y/N,”

The fact he called you by your name and not his usual pet name makes your heart drop.

#ask

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