#I genuinely feel so upset right now and so disturbed

[mouthfullofmunson]

Tw rant

#why do ppl feel so comfortable with writing pedophilia?? #like I just saw the actual most disgusting blurb #and it had like over 2k notes #THATS DISTURBING?? #Go to therapy plz because this has to be trauma #I genuinely feel so upset right now and so disturbed #it’s not cute it’s literally disgusting and illegal and nasty as fuck #like hi that’s also r*pe #like taking advantage of a young girl??? #the stepdad shit has got to stop too #I’m so upset and disturbed #like other ppls real trauma is not your smut like that’s real horrible traumatic things that have actually happened to people #you’re a sick fuck #I hate people

[jetskisonyourmoat]

The thing about paparazzi photos is that very few famous people are being stalked or having their privacy invaded with these kinds of photos. Alex and Louise are not famous enough for paparazzi to accidentally catch them, especially not at a hotel in Italy of all places. They’re not THAT recognisable. The agency that released the photos is called Backgrid and is literally an agency for celebrity news, so I’m like 80% sure one of them called up and paid for these photos to be taken. That’s why they look staged and that’s why there are moments when they both seem aware of the camera.

This is not the first time Alex has been papped, obviously the volume of photos has never been this large, but he’s been in the industry for close to 2 decades. Multiple sets of photos were taken of him and Louise at the start of their relationship in very random places so clearly contacts have been formed and this is not their first rodeo.

Alex has dated people like Alexa Chung who is an expert at utilising paparazzi to her advantage (this is not a dig at her, it’s just part of the job). Throughout their entire relationship they were photographed a lot, because that’s part of how you grow your status as someone in the public eye. Alex is not naive, he knows how this works. Obviously he doesn’t need be photographed to help his career his music speaks for itself, but his girlfriend’s do and he’s been happy to oblige.

Famous people and paparazzi’s often have a more symbiotic relationship than people realise, of course there are always going to be people who are vulnerable/taken advantage of by unethical paparazzi. But again a lot of the time these photos are accompanied by an article, like todays, which acts as promotion for whoever is featured.

If Alex doesn’t want to be seen, he can very easily disappear from public view, it has happened multiple times over the years and he is an expert at not drawing attention to himself. Obviously fan photos are different, but he has a lot of control over when people see him. The fact that he’s not very recognisable in London or LA really drives this point home. What I’m trying to say is that he most likely consented to the photos and at the very least knew that they were being taken.

#sorry for how long this is #I’ve genuinely been forming this theory about celebrity and paparazzi for a few years now #this felt like the right time to share my thoughts because it’s a touchy topic within fandoms #nobody wants to feel like they are violating someone’s privacy or being disrespectful to someone they admire #so obviously I understand why people may be upset or uncomfortable or disturbed by the photos #which is why I’m not reblogging them on my page #but keep in mind that Alex turner a self confessed control freak has a lot of control over when he is seen and when he isn’t #obviously if any disagrees or has more accurate information please let me know #I’m not an expert I just think about this stuff all the time #the curse of being a media and comms student #alex turner

[literaila]

eavesdropping

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: seriously, the door was already open

warnings: satoru is an idiot, as per usual, sad tsumiki :(

last part | next part

*

year one.

satoru approaches the door to tsumiki’s room and he pauses. 

after two weeks straight with the kids, you’d finally returned back to work--leaving the three of them to fend for themselves for the day--but you'd insisted on coming over for dinner. 

to which satoru suggested, for the twentieth time, that you might as well stay the night. might as well move in already. 

really, there's plenty of space. 

but you'd pinched his arm and pushed past him at the door, telling the kids that you brought dinner. you didn't stay behind to watch satoru cradle his arm or smile at the back of your head. 

and, seriously, he doesn't mean to eavesdrop (if he meant to he would've planned out something much more sophisticated than this) but the door is already slightly cracked. 

“—but megumi doesn’t like it," he hears tsumiki say, soft and concerned. her tiny voice is a whisper through the opened door, so satoru takes another step towards it. 

“that’s okay," he hears your voice saying, "you can talk about it if you want.”

one eye appears through the crack and he can see you and tsumiki, curled up on the bed, her eyes looking up at yours, tear stains an obvious sin. 

satoru is quiet as he pushes the door, ever so slightly.

“he always ignores me when i talk about my mom or his dad, or he says something mean about them. sometimes he won’t talk to me for the rest of the day.”

this seems plausible. just five minutes ago satoru had witnessed an influx of cursed energy coming from megumi when tsumiki merely mentioned their old house and the dolls she kept on her windowsill. 

he can still feel that anger brewing now, but megumi, so you’ve said to him, needs to breathe. you didn't exactly tell him to exit the table and leave the little boy alone, or come to tsumiki's room to check on the two of you, but, he knows that's what you meant. you don't have to say something for satoru to help out. he’s just doing what’s best for all of you.

honestly, you probably wouldn't even mind that he's listening in on this conversation. 

you tilt your head at her. “did you ask him why?” 

tsumiki sniffles, she pushes a sticky hand at the hair matted to her head, so you gently push it away and move it for her instead, much gentler with her than you've ever been with him. satoru almost complains, before he remembers that he's not even there.

“he thinks that they don’t care about us,” tsumiki answers, the hurt obvious in her voice, "he—he can’t remember everything that i can, but he doesn’t care. he doesn't want to.” 

you coo at her softly, nodding your head with every word. 

satoru has never heard the little girl so sad--he's used to her smiling face and bright energy. honestly, if there's an opposite to cursed energy, it would be tsumiki. 

you must feel as disturbed by the difference in the little girl as he does because he watches as you try to restrain a frown. 

satoru's eyes are wide through the crack as you attempt a smile. “it’s okay to not feel the same,” you tell her, “wanting to remember your parents isn’t going to make megumi hate you.” 

“but it upsets him.” 

“well not talking about it upsets you, right?” you say this the same way you chide satoru. and, yeah, you typically know best. 

not that he'll ever admit that. 

but tsumiki nods.

“then you should talk about it. don’t worry about megumi. you can tell me about them, or satoru.” 

he wants to open the door completely just at the sound of his name. 

“really?” 

“you can talk about whatever you want with us. we’ll always listen," your smile is genuine now. 

satoru tries to imagine you as a little girl, with someone wiping your tears away. but he doesn't quite believe that you were ever as small as tsumiki looks now. you'll always be this to him, he supposes, safe and infallible. 

even when you were younger, blinking idly at him as he introduced himself to his new underclassmen, you were certain. he's always been sure about that. 

tsumiki frowns, her eyes wide. “gojo put his hands over his ears and started singing yesterday when you asked him to take the trash out.” 

he has to catch a laugh. you shift around on the bed, your face is stern but satoru can see you about to laugh. 

you nudge her with your head, teasing. “i didn’t say he always listens to me.” 

the little girl laughs as you nuzzle her nose and for a moment, satoru thinks he's invading. 

but how can he walk away when the two of you are cuddled so close, looking so cute together? he should probably take a picture, just so he can always remember this. 

but then again, a camera probably wouldn't capture the supple sound of tsumiki's laugh as you cuddle her, or your smile as you hold her closer. 

so he just stands there, observing. 

you don't say anything as the girl thinks, merely rub your hand up and down on her back, like a reminder that you're still there. 

tsumiki remains quiet for a moment, and then she whispers, “i’m afraid that i’ll forget about my mom." 

satoru is shocked by the statement, little pricks of guilt perusing through his chest. during all of the digging he did about toji zenin, he wasn't sure where the woman was, or if she was worth finding. he hadn't even thought of it, really. he wasn't very good at that. 

and he watches as you pause, feeling kind of eager to see how you'll respond. 

your hand continues its circles, and you smile, gently, knowing. “i used to feel that way too," you tell her, just as softly. 

and maybe that hurts satoru even more.

“really?” 

“yeah. i don’t talk to my mom anymore, but i used to worry that i would forget how she smelled," your nose falls in tsumiki's hair, and you pause for a moment. satoru almost smiles as you close your eyes. "or the way she hugged me," you add, squeezing. 

he's never really heard you talk about your parents before. the vauge comment here and there, sure, but nothing more. he knows the bare bones of when you left home—if only from what yaga told suguru, a million years ago, but nothing more. you don’t talk about that.

or maybe he's just never asked. 

tsumiki nods, her wide eyes kind of amazed at the confession. and satoru is suddenly glad that he let you follow tsumiki to her room, that he knocked on your door that first night when he wasn't sure what to do with either of them. 

you understand this better than he ever could. better than he ever will. 

“did you forget?”

you smile. “no. it’s hard to forget those little things, no matter how long it’s been," you consider it for a second, "i don’t remember a lot about her but i remember hugging her when she got home from work, and the way she said my name.” 

tsumiki's perks up, “do you think it’ll be like that for me?” 

“i don’t know, sweetheart. it could be. you might remember more than i do," you cup her face for a moment, hoping with her. 

“my mom always wore rose perfume,” tsumiki's hands cover your own, and she looks closely at you, like satoru wishes he could. “do you miss your mom?” 

satoru holds his breath for a moment, and your eyes narrow as you think. 

“sometimes," you admit.

“does it make you sad?” 

“every once in a while.“ 

tsumiki swallows, her face falling. “i miss my mom."

you kiss her head. satoru sees your eyes flutter closed as you speak to her, so softly he almost misses it. “it’s okay to be sad without them.” 

satoru closes his eyes with you, for just a moment. 

he thinks about aquariums and trips to abandoned houses and souvenirs that he couldn't keep but covet. 

and his eyes open again. 

“really?” tsumiki asks as if she doubts it.

“yeah. that’s just the way love comes out sometimes. it makes you sad.” 

“will it always?” 

“well, you’ll always love your mom, right?” the girl nods without thinking, and you smile at her. “then being without her will always make you a little sad. and sometimes a lot. but it’ll find its place in your heart, like everything does.” 

tsumiki thinks about this for a moment. 

satoru wants her to ask how many holes you have in your heart, and if you think they could ever be filled. 

and he also wants her to never ask you anything again. he shouldn't be listening to this, but he's stuck at the door. 

“do you think about your parents a lot?” 

“almost every day,” you say, looking away from the girl for a moment. and then you look back. “but i think about how my mom is happy where she is, and how i’m happy where i am.” 

satoru almost falls through the door. 

“you are?” 

“well yeah,” you say, obviously. you squeeze her a bit. “i’ve got you here. and megumi and satoru. how couldn’t i be happy?” 

tsumiki settles into you, she nods in agreement, but considers something, frowning up at you. “i don’t want megumi to be mad at me. he’s my best friend.”

“he’s not really mad,” you tell her--and, well, satoru disagrees. megumi is mad at everything. “and even if he was, he’ll always forgive you. that’s what best friends do. they argue and then make up.”

“who’s your best friend?”

your lip twitches. “satoru. and we fight all the time.” 

“really? gojo?” 

satoru wants to ask the same question. shoko, he might've assumed. nanami, even. if you knew he was there you would probably say that tsumiki was your best friend, just to mess with him. 

but he's there, and you don't know. 

you shake your head, acknowledging how crazy this statement is. “yup. i’m stuck with him.” 

“has he always been your best friend?” 

“oh no,” you laugh at the suggestion. “we met just a couple of years ago, at school. and he always had more friends than i did.” 

“…but now?” 

“he’s been my best friend for a while, i guess, but i haven’t been his for very long.” 

satoru frowns. 

“cause you always fight?” 

you laugh. “something like that.” 

something like what? 

and then you turn to her, eyes on eyes, making sure that she’s looking at you. “tsumiki, you know—“

and satoru thinks that he’s heard enough. he doesn't want any more secrets or any more questions. he closes the door as quietly as possible, letting his ear linger on the wood when he hears the two of you laugh. 

satoru sits for a moment, almost able to see your smile through the door, without all of his eyes, like he really took that picture. 

and then he walks away, into the dining room, where megumi is pushing his dinner around on a plate. 

satoru sits down. 

“what are they doing?” megumi asks, gruffly. he's calmer now, satoru notes, though grumpy as ever. 

“girl stuff.” 

“it’s dinner time.” 

“oh, megumi,” satoru tsks, shaking his head. “you’ve got lots to learn about women.” 

megumi frowns. “i know more than you.” 

“okay, i just came here to have a good time—“

*

later on, you’re unloading the dishwasher, trying to be quiet while the kids get ready for bed, and satoru walks in.

in striped pajamas naturally. no glasses. he is already grinning at you as he leans against the counter, his fingers tapping on the granite. 

you roll your eyes automatically, pushing him a little because he's in your way. 

"what, satoru?" 

“so, i’m your best friend, huh?” 

you turn. “i knew that door was open—“ 

*

next part

#jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk texts #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x you #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #a typical family

[spdrvyn]

7 days until valentines

as compensation for my lack of posts, here's a short blurb of miguel with an autistic reader! i'm projecting really hard though

Miguel didn't know where the transition from his to 'our' workspace had begun. It was the little things, you'd leave a small cup with pens in it at his desk without bothering to pick it up after you leave his office. Eventually, that cup became a real pencil holder now you had journals, notebooks, and basically everything that wasn't work related neatly cornered into one part of his desk home with the scattered papers and unfinished gadgets Miguel has.

You also make home at his desk, efficiency was one of your strengths, but your productivity reached maximum capacity whenever you were with him. No words were spoken while the two of you worked, Miguel greatly appreciated it.

Not that he'd mind a little bit of small talk, but he enjoyed silence without feeling like the loneliness was clawing at his insides.

Though normally you (almost inhumanely) finished your work way earlier than he did, but you didn't leave. No, you didn't.

This habit of maintaining his presence while you're off doing something kept even when you were pursuing your own personal interests, Miguel would catch you on your laptop chatting to your friends whenever he had to check something on one of his monitors.

Other times, you'd have headphones on. Listening to music or catching up on one of your shows, your reactions are as muddled as they can be to not disturb. But one moment, he'll look away with you completely deadpan then look back to see your jaw widely agape and pupils blown wide from devastation.

Tonight was no different, if anything more convenient for you because a new episode of this unnamed media just dropped. Admittedly, your expressions and small noises entertained him as he worked. You did try to be discreet, but that super hearing of his could pick up on your small gasps and 'aww's on opposite sides of a workspace.

His concentration is broken when you practically slam your laptop shut, packing your earbuds into their case with an audible snap. You hop off of your place and solemnly walk over to where Miguel is standing, he quirks a brow at you.

Uncharacteristically, you slump your head against his shoulder with the biggest frown he's ever seen you in. "They're not getting back together, Miguel."

"Oh?" maybe feeding into your theatrics wasn't a smart decisions, but analytics dulled in comparison to whatever was going on inside your head. "Who?" he continued to interrogate.

"My only reason for light and happiness, my true inspiration for spreading love and joy across every corner of the multiverse." Miguel rolls his eyes. "Do not give me sass right now, I am so upset."

He genuinely can't tell if you're joking or not, perhaps a mix of both. "I don't get how I'm supposed to sympathize with this ex-couple when I don't even know the title of their story?"

"It's a cartoon. You'll laugh."

"Cartoon or animated?"

You quirk your eyebrow this time. "Huh?"

"I'm asking you, cartoon or animated? There's a difference, animated features aren't always classified as cartoons. Cartoon is more of a term for animated medias directed towards children. Aren't you the one more adept at this topic?"

He looks at you with an almost-smirk. It's teasing at his lips, full and plump. There are many sensations that you hold resentment for, but one you've always wanted experience is Miguel's lips against yours. The ultimate sensory triumph, all you've been waiting for.

God, you want to kiss him.

"Yeah, I- uh, animated. I mean, animated."

"Tell me about it when I'm not trying to keep the world from ending, please?" he grumbles, and you raise your head off of his shoulder. Damn right you'll tell him about it, and probably kiss him after too.

#projecting soo hard #yes i want to be an animation student #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #autistic reader #fluff #romance

[thegoldencontracts]

To Comfort

Azul's been struggling under the weight of his obligations, yet he can't bring himself to rely on anyone else for support. Meanwhile, you just want to be there for the man you love.

Notes: hurt/comfort, you give Azul a massage and some introspection ensues.

Azul had been acting different the last few days. You didn't know why, but something was different.

His makeup had gotten heavier, his words more clipped, and his interactions with you less frequent. Something was wrong with him. You just didn't know what.

You didn't want to pressure him, truly, you didn't, but there was an ache in your heart at the thought that your own lover was upset and you could do nothing to help. And there was the desire to repay him in kind for all the times he'd comforted you.

So, you decided to go to his room one evening, right around the end of his working hours. He'd given you the spare key, telling you it was for emergencies. In your eyes, this did constitute an emergency. An emotional one.

You entered just in time, for shortly after, the door slammed often, and in walked a groaning Azul.

His eyes landed on you, and his sharp features softened ever so slightly.

"Good evening," he said. "What brings you here?"

"You," you said, "You seem tired."

Azul's eyes narrowed, defensive at the prospect of vulnerability.

"Well, I assure you, it's nothing I can't handle."

You nodded.

"Yes, I understand," you said. "But are you certain you wouldn't like some assistance?"

"I am," Azul said. "Now then, if that's all-"

"You seem tense, Azul. Would you like a massage?"

You felt a slight twinge of guilt for abusing your darling's pain-prone nature, as the opportunity to relieve his aches was too tantalizing for him to resist.

"That would be lovely, thank you," he said, and you did not tease him about the flush of his cheeks for once.

Instead, you motioned for him to lay down, and once he did, you began to work your way down his back, working out the knots as you went.

As you did so, Azul spoke.

"Thank you," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "I apologize for how unpresentable I've been these past few days."

"Please do not feel the need to apologize for that," you said. "I only wish you could rely on me as much as I rely on you."

It seemed as if your words had shocked Azul into silence, for it took him a while to finally speak again.

"Is that truly what you want?" He said, shuddering as you found a particularly bad knot.

"Really, it is," you said.

"Then that is what I'll try to give you," he said. "I'm afraid I cannot promise anything, though."

You took a moment to comb your fingers through his hair before responding. You loved doing that. It was quite soft. What was his haircare routine?

"This is not about me, Azul." You said. "I simply cannot help but feel an ache in my heart every time I see my love suffer, knowing I cannot do anything about it."

Azul was silent once more, but this time, the flush of his ears said all that needed to be said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," he mumbled, though you were aware he knew you meant it. That was simply his default response to praise from most people. A method of deflection.

Still, you indulged him.

"Then I'm pleased to say my words were genuine," you said, softly pressing a kiss to his hair.

Azul had gone silent for the third time. This time, though, no response came, and his body seemed calm.

"Azul?" You said, gently turning him over, only to find that his eyes had fluttered shut.

He looked adorable like this, at peace. You had no intention of disturbing him.

So, you gave him one last goodbye.

"Good night," you said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "sleep well."

#azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x you #azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #hurt/comfort #twst wonderland #twst x reader #gn reader

[lou-struck]

A Simple Gift

Lucifer x reader

Prompt:💍 + Dinner

 ~ Your dinner date with Lucifer keeps getting interrupted by the entire House of Lamination

WC: 2.6k

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist on my welcome page.

The flickering candlelight from your table’s centerpiece seems dull in comparison to Lucifer’s crimson gaze from across the table. Despite sitting at one of the finest dining establishments in Hell, the smell that wafts out the double doors of Ristorante Six’s kitchen is nothing short of heavenly. 

“Everything smells amazing, Lucifer,” you beam at the demon across the table from you; for the first time in weeks, he looks genuinely relaxed, even with his perfect posture against the plush backing of his polished dining chair. Although the two of you have just been seated, you feel the stress that had been clinging to him dissipating. He looks so relaxed and elated just to spend these next few hours and maybe the night with you.

“It certainly is enticing,” he agrees, reading the menu. If he has noticed that there are no prices listed on the parchment, he doesn’t seem phased at all. “Get whatever you would like tonight Mc; I think we both deserve to treat ourselves a bit.”

You blink up at him, a bit surprised, “Are you sure this place is a bit fancier than where we usually go?” Normally when the two of you go out, you try and pick out some of the less expensive items on the menu so as to not be a burden to him or his wallet. Had he picked up on this little habit of yours?

He reaches across the table and takes the menu away from you, “Perhaps I should just order for the both of us; I believe I have sufficient knowledge of your preferences by now.”

You laugh as he slides your menu on top of his. “Alright, but if I don’t like it, it’s your fault, Lucifer.” “That won’t be a problem,” he replies confidently as the waiter comes to your table. He points and says a few things to the demon before sending him off. He sure is as stubborn as ever, but that is to be expected from the Avatar of Pride. 

“I’ll trust you this time,” you giggle, reaching across the table and placing your hands on top of his; he has been flustering you all evening with little lingering touches, so it is only fair to return the favor. “But you should let me choose what we want off of the dessert menu.”

“You’ve got a deal,” he smiles, looking at you warmly. Suddenly the vein in his forehead bulges, and his gaze looks something akin to anger as he stares beyond you. 

Curiously you turn around and realize what has him looking so upset. A host with wobbly legs, a deep blush on his face, his once glass-colored eyes are tinted a glowing sunset of colors as he leads a party of six to the large booth directly behind your little table for two. The party is none other than the rest of the House of Lamination. 

“I told them not to interfere,” Lucifer grumbles as a waiter brings the two of you an ice bucket with a beautiful blown glass bottle of specialty demonus and a steaming bread basket. “I hope they don’t cause a ruckus.”

You happily take a bun and plop one onto each of your little bread plates. “Don’t worry about them; let’s just enjoy our time together.”

He turns his attention back to you, “You’re right, Mc. I’ll do my best to give you nothing less than my full attention.” he says, giving you a fond smile, “actually, there was something I wanted to~.”

Whatever he was trying to say is interrupted by Mammon, the Avatar of greed saunters up to your table and flashes you a brilliant smile. 

“Hey there, you two; Who’da thought we would run into you here of all places?” he grins, slinging an arm over his older brother’s shoulder. 

“Maybe because I told you I had a reservation earlier,” Lucifer replies dryly, lifting Mammon’s arm and dropping it from his shoulder in annoyance. “And did not want to be disturbed.”

The threat in his tone makes Mammon take a step back, but he still does not leave the table. “Uhhhh,” he runs his hand through his hair as if he is trying to think of an excuse to stay at your table longer. “Actually, since you’re here, could you spot me some Grimm for the bill?”

“No,” Lucifer responds coldly, “The last time I checked, there were five others at your table, and you haven’t even ordered yet. Shall I tell the restaurant you are not planning on paying?”

The white-haired demon looks alarmed and raises his hands in the air innocently. “No, you don’t need to do that,” he says, panicked. “I guess I’ll go then.”

“That was strange,” you say, watching Mammon sulk back to the table in defeat. A heartbroken expression on his face as he looks back at you desperately. 

“Ignore him,” Lucifer says, pouring you a glass of chilled demonus; it fizzes on the surface. “Let’s just enjoy this time together.”

You nod and give him a soft smile and clink your glasses together in cheers. The citrus flavor dances on your tongue like liquid pop rocks as you take a sip. 

The amazed expression on your face causes Lucifer to laugh softly. “Do you like this variety of Demonus? I can order another bottle for us to bring home if you do.”

“I like the fizz,” you chuckle. “Do you like it?”

“It’s pleasing; this variety of sparkling demonus pairs well with most cuisines.” he adds, “Our next course should be arriving soon. 

“What is it?” you ask curiously, with Lucifer taking the liberty of ordering for the both of you, you can hardly contain your excitement at the thought of a mystery meal.

“You’ll just have to see.” he hums. “Although, you do look adorable when you are curious.”

There he goes again, showing off his ability to fluster you with a few words and a bit of attention.

You feel your face heat up as you take another long sip from your flute of demonus. 

What you don’t notice is the timid approach of Levi; the purple-haired Otaku only makes it a few more steps before Lucifer gives him a look of pure irritation but has him scampering back to a seat before you even acknowledge him. Whatever quest he was on was quickly abandoned.

To you, Lucifer’s satisfied smile comes from your waiter sliding your first course in front of you. 

“Does it look appetizing?” he asks, drizzling what looks to be a type of balsamic on top of his salad.

“It does; I’m glad you picked it because I have no idea what this is,” you admit taking a hesitant bite. The freshness of the vegetables is paired with a light savoriness you cannot place. But it’s delicious. 

“Perhaps next time we go to the human world, you can do the same for me?”

You nod eagerly as you chew your food and swallow. “That sounds great; I can even pay.”

“You, my dear, are not paying a dime.” he jokingly scolds. “I prefer to treat you, no matter what world we end up in.”

“You spoil me,” you giggle, topping off his glass of demonus.

“Oh, Darling~” he murmurs, looking deep into your eyes, “I haven’t even started yet.”

Your heart rate flutters out of control as he effortlessly seduces you. If he didn’t stop your shaking hand, you would’ve spilled the bottle on Demonus all over the table.

The moment is only interrupted by an unfamiliar presence coming up to your table.

“Sir, I am so sorry to interrupt, but I believe your vehicle is getting towed from the parking lot. You may need to go out and check on that.” a terrified-looking waiter says meekly, his bird-like legs trembling as he takes a quick look back at the booth. The smug smile on Satan’s face tells you all you need to know; he is the one who organizes this little distraction.

Lucifer clears his throat and looks up at the waiter, “That is serious indeed, but I did pay for valet service tonight. So you can tell my brother that if anything happens to my car. He will be responsible for the damages.”

“R-right, my mistake Sir.” the waiter stutters, scurrying back to the booth and whispering something to Satan. Even from across the room, you can tell his eyes are blazing with frustration. 

“What is up with them tonight?” you ask your date curiously. “They seem more on edge than normal.”

His jaw clenches as he tries to keep his composure, staring daggers across the room at Satan. If he hadn’t paid for the service, he might have fallen for the Avatar of Wrath’s distraction.

 But why are they trying so hard?

You barely have time to process your next course being placed in front of you before you are greeted by another one of the brothers. This time Asmodeus approaches the table fluttering his lashes innocently in your direction. 

“Well, don’t you look amazing, Hon,” he gushes, wrapping his arms around you, sighing dramatically. “I need your help. Can you come with me to the bathroom and help me fix my makeup?”

“Why me?” you ask, looking at his flawlessly applied eye makeup. 

“You are the only one who can do it the right way,” he whines, giving you the most pleading expression he can. Trying you coax you out of your seat.

“Asmo, you look fine,” Lucifer interjects. “Did you really have to charm the restaurant staff to get sat right next to us?”

Asmo’s cheeks look guiltily flushed as he crosses his arms in a pout. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Lucifer.”

“Yes, you do; now go sit down.” Lucifer scolds. Asmo’s resolve weakens, and he leaves, sending you a heartbroken look as he passes you. He looks like he is going to cry, but he bites his lip and keeps moving.

You look back at Lucifer, who only looks dejected. “Please don’t worry about him; he’s fine, I assure you.” he frowns.

“Are you doing alright?” you ask, “I know you didn’t want any stress tonight, but I’m sure they mean well.”

He sighs and looks at you thankfully. “You always know how to put a positive spin on these things, Mc. It’s one of the many things I love about you. But you’re right; we should just focus on ourselves tonight. “Carefully, he cuts into his dish, and you do the same.

As your knife cuts through the tender roast, wisps of rosemary-scented steam rise from the center. You don’t ask what it is because you wouldn’t understand even if he told you. All you know is that it looks delicious, and it most likely tastes delicious.

“Hi Mc,” a soft voice says next to you. Turning your head, you see the familiar ginger hair for Beel next to you. He eyes your plate and wipes a bit of drool away from the corner of his mouth. “Can I please try some of your food? We haven’t gotten our order taken yet, and yours looks so good.”

He’s too cute, you look at Lucifer, and he is having trouble saying no to his younger brother as well. “Of course you can, Beel.” you cut off a portion for him to take, and he eats it up as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Curiously you take a bite as well and are blown away by the flavor. 

Just as he is about to ask for another bite, Lucifer interrupts him. “Hey, Beel, if you give us a bit of alone time, you can have the rest of this bread basket.” The Avatar of Pride holds out the practically full basket, and Beel can’t resist. He takes the basket quickly, forgetting that he was at your table for a specific reason.

“Works every time.” Lucifer smiles smugly as the gentle giant leaves the two of you in peace. 

But it’s not for long; Belpheghor finally stands up from his spot at the booth. He walks quickly over to your table and stares at Lucifer angrily before shouting, “How dare you try and take Mc for yourself, Lucifer?”

“What do you mean?” Lucifer asks. The tension between the two is so high you wonder if they will have a shouting match right in the middle of the restaurant.

“This,” he yells, reaching into the eldest pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. The vein on Lucifer’s forehead grows in irritation, but he can’t say anything. Before Belphie’s next outburst. “You’re trying to propose to them,”

‘Propose?’ The word echoes through your head as you are rendered speechless. You are shocked, beyond shocked, and so is the rest of the restaurant. The room falls silent as hundreds of eyes flicker from you to Lucifer, and the rest of the brothers, who are now approaching your little table, no doubt feeding on the drama that is unfolding in front of them.

“Is that true, Lucifer?” you ask softly. You are so embarrassed you cannot bring yourself to look at anything other than the crumbs on the floor.

He gets up and walks around the table, crouches in front of you gently so as to not overwhelm you. “Mc,” he says softly, his eyes full of affection as he looks at you. “As much as I love you, this is simply a gift,” he says, opening the box. Inside is a breathtakingly beautiful ring. A deep red Garnet stands out against a black-gold band. 

“It’s beautiful, you breathe as he gently takes your right hand and slips it onto your ring finger. His pupils dilate at the sight of how perfect the ring looks on you.

“I found it while I was out running errands and wanted to gift it to you as a promise ring, just as couples do in the human world.” He turns his attention to his brothers. And gives them a menacing look.

“Wait, so yer not poppin’ the question?” Mammon asks, peeking over Belphie’s shoulder curiously.

“Of course not, you idiot,” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Did you really choose to interrupt my first free evening in weeks because you believed that I was secretly planning on proposing to Mc?”

Instantly the other brothers turn to look at the demon responsible, Mammon

“What are ya lookin’ at me for? It’s not as if I was looking for Goldie in Lucifer’s room and found the ring in the bottom drawer where he hides things.”

Satan smacks him hard upside the head “You idiot, you got us all worried for nothing.”

“B-but Asmo said that rings were for proposals.” he stammers trying to defend himself with little success. 

The younger brothers start arguing amongst each other, trying to figure out who is the most to blame, giving the crowd both dinner and a show. None of the staff know what to do as they are too enthralled by the drama.

Lucifer takes advantage of the chaos and wraps and places his hand on the small of your back. He quickly signs the check and sneakily guides you away from the others. “Shouldn’t we go back and get them to stop?” you giggle once you make it safely outside.

“Normally I would, but when I said I wanted tonight to be all about us, I meant it.” he smiles gently, toying with the ring on your finger. 

You both know you won’t be taking it off anytime soon.

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Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

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[cosmal]

hi hi!

can i request a lizzy mcalpine - “daylight, you got me cursing the daylight. daylight you got me calling at all times.” with remus lupin!!!

hate the sun

summary remus hates the sun because of you.

content remus lupin x fem!reader

You’re first to wake up in the morning. You usually are it’s nothing out of the ordinary — most of the time you appreciate the extra time to spend staring at your boyfriend.

You roll over in your spot, careful not to rouse Remus where he’s got his arm thrown over your body. He grunts like you’d expected, though he still sounds as soft as ever, and tugs you closer.

Now turned, so close in his space, you can look at his face. His eyebrows still pinched from your unsettling movements, his lips parted and smooshed against his pillow.

The sun shining through the open blinds casts through his curls until they glow. You raise your free hand and tangle your fingers through the locks that are begging to be tousled. You run your hand along his scalp until your palm comes down to be flush against his cheek. He wrinkles his face, soft cheeks crinkled around his pert nose.

You have to close your eyes lest you do something worse and wake him up.

He eventually does wake and you’re not sure if you’re upset about it or not. You didn’t mean to, really. But now, your boyfriend is up and you can stare at his pretty eyes and chat his head off.

He blinks, smiles softly with creased eyes and even softer lips, and blinks again. He's an image now that he's awake. It's rude how, now that he's got his eyes open and he's looking at you, he looks even worse. Not worse in an embarrassing way, though in a way that has you melting, heart freezing at much you do actually love him.

It's cruel.

Especially when he says, "Morning, dove," in a voice that makes you feel dizzy. Rasped and a bit sticky with early morning fatigue.

"Morning," you manage to say. You try to act as calmly as you can. You're sure he can hear your heartbeat. It's too early for this.

He leans forward and doesn't have to move far to kiss into your hairline. He smells like sleep and your shampoo where he's had his cheek in your hair all night.

Remus likes to act like a morning person. You know he's far from it. You'd stay in bed for as long as he'd like if it meant he was comfortable. Errands can wait. Scrubbing the shower and hanging out your tea towels can wait.

You read him like a book. He says, "We don't have to get up, right?" and you're not surprised.

You shake your head, your nose bumping the soft skin of his bicep. "No," you say quietly, "we can stay here as long as you like."

Remus smiles again and then frowns. "You don't have things to do?"

"Nothing important." You smile back and reach your hand up to his face. You trace his freckles with the edge of your finger, smoothing out his eyebrow and down his jaw. You think you catch him shiver.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

You don't think he believes you. "I hate mornings," he groans. It almost disturbs the little bubble you're both in. Louder than the chirping birds and your stuttered breathing. You don't mind.

"I know, baby," you giggle.

Remus doesn't feel your sympathy. He wraps his arms around you as tight as he thinks you'd like without feeling smothered and tugs you into his chest. You duck your face down and he presses his into the top of your hair.

He breathes you in like it's soothing and then huffs. "I hate waking up. I hate feeling even more tired than I was before I fell asleep. I hate...the sun, god."

"The sun?" you snort, face a little stuffed up by his cotton tee. You lift your head and he doesn't seem to like it.

"Yes," he kisses your forehead and drags his bottom lip upwards to close his mouth. "The sun sucks."

"It does," you try to agree. He laughs.

"It does," he says, "because how am I supposed to keep sleeping with my beautiful girlfriend when the sun blasts through the blind and wakes her up?"

You look at him. He seems so genuine you might cry. He's so lovely in the best ways and you don't know why. "Remus." You might also pass out.

"What?" he chuckles, holding you back. "It's true."

You duck your head back down so he can't see your face. How easily he affects you. He's horrible. "Don't say stuff like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He doesn't sound it. You think he might be smiling.

"Don't hate the sun on my account," you laugh because you can't help it. "That's like, a big thing."

"It is," he hums, letting an arm run down your back and over the sheet that covers your hip. His hands selfish where he searches your bumps and dips with splayed fingers. "But, it's reasonable."

"Yeah?"

"I think I'd go a day without the sun if it meant I could spend more time with you in bed," he says, softly and in a tone that has you fizzling into an even bigger puddle of adoration.

You can't believe he's real. "I think I feel the same way."

He tugs you closer. Hands as tight as they can be around your bicep and your shoulder. Smoothing and searching like he's never held you. Or he won't ever again.

"Let's stay here all day," he suggests.

"Yeah," you say. "I'd like that."

It takes Remus a really long time to admit he needs to use the bathroom before he lets go of you in favour of leaving your bed.

-

let’s hope the end doesn’t get cut off <3

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[merakiui]

MERA!!! the amount of brainrots you would get from the nrc and rsa rivalry. chenya, trey and riddle have a certain friendly rivalry but even at that, i doubt they can continue being 'friendly' over darling OR rielle against azul and the tweels. gosh what if rielle asked darling/prefect out on a date but the octatrio make it a goal to sabotage them only to keep failing because of how optimistic he is despite many mishaps. pathetic tako is crying at rielle HOW CAN HE LAUGH EVEN AFTER PREFECT AND HIM GOT THEIR BOAT KNOCKED OVER!!

floyd would be grinding his teeth while jade's formulating murder plans

Yes yes!!!! I love the NRC and RSA rivalry thoughts omg!!! With Riddle, Trey, and Che'nya, I can imagine the latter always appearing at the worst moments. Maybe Trey's spending a day baking with you and it's such a serene, special moment that's promptly interrupted when Che'nya pops into existence and decides to give himself the role of taste-tester. Trey's thrown a little off balance after that. How can he possibly rizz you up if Che'nya's stealing your attention by juggling the silverware? He has his one parlor trick (paint the roses) and that's it. It's impressed you many times before, but how can he compete with the silliness that is Che'nya?

It's more fun to mess with Riddle, which is why Che'nya often comes to disturb him when he's with you. Che'nya loves to tease Riddle about you and Riddle will adamantly insist it's nothing. You're his friend, nothing more (a bad lie). Che'nya just smiles like he knows something Riddle doesn't. All of his teasing is lighthearted and good-natured; Che'nya wouldn't do anything truly mean to his friends. Although the game of love is slightly different than the game of friendship. And it's obvious all of them like you. Che'nya likes to push you and Riddle closer together when he's invisible and then appear at just the right moment to pretend like he's stumbled upon you and Riddle being so close and cute. T_T Riddle knows it's him every time, which makes it even worse when he begins to anticipate it. Sometimes he's relieved Che'nya gives him little pushes. Riddle couldn't muster the courage to confront his own feelings for you no matter how hard he tries, so sometimes Che'nya is an unintentional wingman.

And Rielle... he's too optimistic, which means no matter how many outings are sabotaged he'll continue to see the good in it. When the twins tip your boat over and you and Rielle end up having even more fun, they're nearly going insane. How is one merman so happy?! Why is he so optimistic? So many dates (Azul insists they're dates; he sees the way Rielle looks at you... >:( he knows.) have been ruined and yet Rielle never seems upset. Neither do you. It's even worse if the boat incident prompts Rielle to transform into his mer form so that he can better help you if you're a weak swimmer or don't know how to swim at all. Azul just cannot win no matter how hard he tries.

And then Rielle invites you to come to the Coral Sea with him and it's as if that inflicts the most damage upon the Octavinelle trio. T_T an entire week spent in the Coral Sea with Rielle, where you don't know much of mer customs and culture. An entire week. With Rielle. At the palace. With Rielle. Where you'll rely on him to show you around, to introduce you to other mers, to help you with communication and interaction. And you'll likely be given a temporary transformation potion so Rielle gets to see you in a mer form. It's the worst possible outcome when you say yes, seeming so excited. The trio are kicking themselves wondering why they didn't just invite you sooner. orz now they're going to spend a week in the Coral Sea because there's no way they're letting Rielle rizz you up under the sea (they genuinely fear it'll work ;;;).

#twisted chit chat

[saralovesyouu]

Helloo! I see your request are open, You can ignore this Request if this make you uncomfortable🌻

Can i Request Childhood-friends troupe with Ace or Deuce? (can both if you want)

Its can be Platonic or Romance, up to you!♡

I hope i didn't disturb you wait this Request and have a good day:D !

Childhood friends troupe with Ace and Deuce.

I had no idea if you wanted them to be separate or together, so I’m doing them separate (romantic). Hope that’s okay!

Also I am so so sorry about barely publishing this like a day later, I was out doing back to school shopping and pretty busy with things I’d rather kms than go back to school so yeah. I would’ve at least started writing this last night, but I was on the verge of falling asleep so I decided not to.

Also, gender neutral reader, I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted reader to be.

As always, this is proofread, and double checked for grammar mistakes. If there is anything I missed, please don’t come at me—English is not my first language..

Ace Trappola x reader

Deuce Spade x reader

Back to Heartslabyul masterlist <—

Ace Trappola as your childhood friend would include..

- You would have to keep him out of trouble, as it was shown in the first chapter he likes to pick fun at others and it could get him into trouble.

- Ace always helps you with your homework, he is smart, despite his carefree persona, and if you are ever struggling with any class he always helps you understand the topic you’re learning better!

- Ace being the little shithead he is loves playing pranks on you, it’s like the highlight of the day. But he will stop if you tell him to.

- I feel like his brother would tease the shit out of Ace sometimes, whenever you and Ace would visit him of course, like he’ll notice him trying to hit on you, and just calls him out on it in front of you. Ace swears he wants to strangle his brother..

- You know how his dad is good at performing card tricks? I feel like at least once when you two were kids, he would try to perform one of the same card tricks but failed. You would always like laugh and poke fun at him because he messed it up, but now that he’s older, he sometimes shows you the same card tricks when your upset and need cheering up and even though he knows the right way to do it, he messes it up just so that you could smile and laugh at him. He loves your smile but he’d never admit it out loud.

- Speaking of you being upset, since Ace has known you since you two were kids, he knows when you’re upset, you can’t hide it from him. He’s like a lie-detector when it comes to you.

- Ace as your childhood friend, trying to cheer you up, would most likely be him taking you with him to prank someone with him. He wants to see you laugh, but if you’re genuinely upset, and don’t want him to joke around—he’ll just let you lay in his arms and let you rant about whatever is bothering you.

- He is not the best comforter, I don’t know why. I feel like he gets kinda awkward and doesn’t know what to say or do to make you feel better, so the only thing he does do, is just sit there, hugging you and listen to you ramble about whatever is bothering you. He’s better at making you laugh than comforting you with words but don’t tell him that lmao.

- Ace probably can and will beat up anyone who dares to hurt you. Metaphorically, I mean. Like if someone made fun of you, or made you feel bad or uncomfortable. Unlike Deuce he won’t result to violence. He’ll make a total fool of them.

- I have a feeling he’ll get jealous if you flirt with Cater. He’d never admit it to you. Like I could see it.

“Hey, (Y/N), you and I should go to this new café I saw online, they say the ratings are high!” Cater exclaims, showing you the location on his phone. “Oh really?” you asked, peering over his shoulder to get a better look of the screen. “Yeah, you wanna come?” Cater asks again. “Like a date?” You snickered, looking over at Ace who was practically fuming. Cater knew what you were doing and played along. “Yeah, a date.” Cater smirked, hugging you close to him. Ace made a quiet ‘hmph!’ noise, crossing his arms. He paused for a few seconds, before marching right up to you, purposely shoving Cater away from you to sit in-between you. “That sounds great, mind if I tag along?” Ace asked, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Ace, honey, just admit your jealous.” Cater snickered, poking Ace’s side. Ace’s face flushed a bright red “I am not!”. Cater’s smirk only widens “So you don’t mind if I take them on a date?” Cater taunts, smirking at Ace. “I never said that!” Ace retorts, crossing has arms as he shifted his gaze to the floor with a huff. “C’mon it’s not that hard, just admit you like them.”

- Ace probably doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you both start attending school at NRC, when he sees you jokingly flirting with Cater, or spending too much time with someone who isn’t him, and he feels weird jealous—that’s when he realizes “oh you absolute dumb fuck your in love with them.” He feels so stupid for not realizing that he likes you sooner, despite him being a really smart person.

- Ace probably doesn’t like the idea of telling you he has feelings for you though. You’re his childhood friend! It’s like the basic, most often thought romance troupe!

- Poor baby makes it so obvious though, always trying to make you smile, pouting when you flirt too much with Cater, and just in general. You don’t tell him you know though to both save him the embarrassment of being so obvious and so he could build up the courage to tell you himself.

- Which never happens, so if you really want him to know you like him back, you’re gonna have to tell him.

Deuce Spade as your childhood friend would include..

- You would always try to keep him out of trouble, more like keeping him from getting into fights with people, making sure to somewhat keep him in line.

- I get the feeling that Deuce would help you with anything you needed. He’s not as smart as Ace, so he can’t help you with studying, but if Grim broke anything you need anything fixed, you can rely on him to fix it!

- Speaking of Deuce’s studying, I feel like he barely passes his classes, despite studying so hard to get good grades. So you and him have like little study nights in his dorm, where you help him try to not fail every class he and you both just study and prepare for exams or projects so that his mind doesn’t go completely blank, which definitely doesn’t turn into you two talking back and forth the whole time.

- Also, back to the fact the Deuce’s mom is a single mother, so I feel like as kids you would go over to help him help his mom around the house, if that makes sense? His mother loves you, and definitely made a joke of you being her future daughter-in-law.

- I don’t know why I feel like Deuce likes when you depend on him. Cause like, how he would always help his mom out with things so things would be easier for her, I feel like he’d do the same thing for you, cause he likes helping you out. Something about how he would like doing things for you just to help you out, or fixing things that Grim had broken, or helping you clean up around the dorm. This man’s love language just HAS to be acts of service.

- Deuce probably, if he failed another test again, he’d come to you for comfort. Watching him sulk as you hold him in your arms, complaining about how he worked so hard to just to fail yet again. Times like this, he insists on going to you, even if your busy, he’ll just lean his forehead onto the back of your shoulder and grumble something about not studying hard enough, and needing to study harder. Please assure him he did his best and that’s enough!

- I would think that Deuce is more of a comforter than Ace, in the sense that he’ll bluntly tell you what is what and how to fix it (ex. a toxic partner, he’ll just straight up tell you to put them in their place [beat ‘em up] and leave them). But that’s a good thing actually. If you just want him to listen though, that’s cool too! He could totally do that!!

- Anyone who dares to badmouth you, or insult you to your face—with him there, might I add—he won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of them tell them off.

- Adding onto that, Deuce would definitely try to fight them when you’re not around, frustratingly muttering how it wasn’t his fault, and they were practically asking for him to beat them up when they were talking badly about you. You had to beg Crowley to let him off the hook, or else you’d be dealing with a sulky Deuce if he got suspended.

- I get the feeling Deuce is very protective of you, always making sure you’re eating enough, staying hydrated, taking care of yourself. What? He can’t help it, you’re his friend afterall.

- He probably can’t tell when you’re upset, unlike Ace so you have to come to him and tell him.

- He cares a LOT about you, and he’ll make sure to show it. He’s such a sweetheart with you, honestly.

- Despite being extremely straightforward and blunt, I feel like if you tried to hint at your feelings for him, he’d be so oblivious—this dense mf, if you said something like “oh I like this guy with.. dark blue hair and terrible grades” this man will just be like “oh cool haha” he definitely isn’t jealous.

- I don’t think Deuce is a jealous guy I’m lying, I’m lying—he’s defo a jealous guy. AND HE WONT EVEN TRY TO HIDE IT?? Like again, if Cater is flirting with you as a joke, Deuce would be like “Sorry, I need them for the rest of the day, you cannot have them.”

- Cater probably asks him if he likes you, and Deuce would probably just go “no they’ve just been my friend since we were kids, it’s natural for me to feel like this.” is it really?

- But Cater eventually explains and manages to make Deuce realize that YES, he does in fact have feelings for you he’s just really dense.

- Deuce over analyzes this for DAYS, observing everything you do, trying to see if it’s okay to confess to you, he wants to. And he would but he just can’t stand one thing. Rejection. It makes his stomach churn. He would’ve if he actually managed to see the signs..

- Riddle once caught you trying to indirectly tell Deuce you liked him, he called you out on it.

“Aha.. so Deuce. Remember how I was telling you how there was this guy I liked?” you asked in the middle of an unbirthday party. “Yeah? You said he has dark blue hair right? And he has terrible grades?” Deuce confirmed, trying to think of who he knew that was like that. “They’re also incredibly dense.” you sigh. “Why? Have you told them your feelings yet?” Deuce asked, his heart sinking as he thought you might like someone else. “Yeah, I’ve hinted to him about my feelings but he doesn’t seem to catch on.” you grumbled. Deuce chuckled “He sounds stupid—“ “They’re talking about you, dimwit.” Riddle sighed, having enough of your pathetic attempts of trying to let Deuce see that you like him. Deuce then turns to you with a flushed face. “Is this.. true?” he paused, trying to look in your eyes for any signs of a lie. “Maybe..” you admitted, your own face flushed red. “If this “maybe” is a yes, then I like you too.” Deuce gives you a fond smile, making you even more flustered by his bluntness.

- Deuce is honestly a good friend to you, but the story is left for your imagination to continue. :)

(A/N) : My hands are hurting so bad it’s okay though, cause I needed to finish this before going to bed. I didn’t want you to think I refused this request. Which is also another thing, if I don’t respond to it the same day, it’s probably cause I’m a bit busy with things, but I’ll get to it before it can get to a few days of waiting. I hope you liked this! If you need anything changed lmk!

Okay but seriously send help my fingers are twitching and my wrists are cramping up.

#ace trapolla x reader #ace twst #ace x reader #ace trappola twst #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade twst #deuce x reader #deuce twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #saralovesyou writes

[raysrays]

Bust Your Kneecaps Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku

Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Stockholm Syndrome, violence.

-this is my first time writing on Tumblr. Hope I didn’t do terrible.

It was never supposed to be this way. You were on your way to moving up, to becoming a Hashira. Everything you have worked for years seemed so close, only for an instant. So how did you get here? How exactly did you end up with your hands and feet bound in the Flame Hashira’s quarters?

You sit there in silence, trying to figure out exactly where this had all gone so wrong, remembering when you first arrived at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, facing the master and all the other Hashira. And then, of course, meeting him: that smiling ball of joy, the sun in its purest form, Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira.

You recall that day just like it was yesterday: his kind smile, the gentle touch of his hand shaking yours. He was everything you could have asked for, so why would you ever say no to being his tsuguko? Being trained by the tall, charming Flame Hashira. You’d be stupid to refuse. He had you fooled, he had you all fooled. Behind that seemingly genuine smile was nothing more than a sick and twisted man, interested only in having complete and utter control of the people in his life.

Unfortunately, now you were on the receiving end of his descent into madness. And here you are, bound on the floor.

“My little flame! I’ve returned from training,” his booming voice immediately catches your attention. You feel your body tense from his presence. Just being around him has made you feel uneasy. As he approaches, you keep your eyes lowered, staring at his feet. After a moment, you feel his hand pull your face up to meet his. His bright eyes staring down at you make your heart race.

“Why do you look so scared, sunflower? It’s only me!” His bright, happy smile feels so disturbing now. You pull your face away from him. “I’m not scared. I just wish you’d let me out of here.” Your voice was harsh. You’ve always been a little defiant but nothing Rengoku thought he couldn’t handle.

Just then, he kneels right in front of you to be eye level with you again. You see his sword peeking out from his Hiaori. It makes the hairs on your back stand. His smile has fallen and his eyes look sad. “You needn’t be so upset, sunflower. I’m simply keeping you here for your own protection. You have no reason to be angry or frightened.” His voice is stern but caring. You roll your eyes at this statement. Protection? You were a skilled swordsman worthy of becoming a tsuguko. Why would you need him to go so far as to lock you away for your protection?

“I don’t need you to protect me. I can take care of myself. Besides, this is overkill. You need to let me go.” You turn to meet his gaze. His face was completely different this time. He looked so serious and somewhat angry. “You aren’t going anywhere. Do you understand?” His voice was stern and cold. His state was enough to make you completely freeze. He looked crazy. He was crazy. There’s no way you could stay here. You wonder how many people have seen this side of him? How many have lived?

Past the fear was anger. You’ve always been used to being ahead of your peers, used to success and right now the one you wanted to lead you to the top was keeping you from becoming everything you were capable of.

“You’re sick, Kyojuro. You need help. Let me out of here.” You tried to remain calm but he was really testing your patience. All it took was one swift second to feel your breath getting knocked out from under you. Laying on your back, coughing, you look up meeting eyes with a pissed-off Rengoku.

“I’m sorry I think you misheard me, my little flame. I said I’m doing this to protect you… Surely you understand it’s your job as my Tsuguko to obey my orders.” His eyes narrowed and he put his face close to yours, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/N. You have an obligation to me and me alone. So why would you ever go against my orders?” His point was irrelevant. You had no obligation to this psychopath. Your frustration finally got the best of you. Once you finally caught your breath back, you tried to shove him away from you even while your legs and hands were bound. It wasn’t as effective as you had hoped but it made him fall back onto the ground with you.

You took this opportunity to try and stand, hoping to at least be able to hop towards the door. Maybe someone would notice you if you screamed for help or made enough noise.

“Someone help me-!” After what felt like five seconds of hope and victory, You felt a sharp pain in your legs. So bad you immediately hit the ground. The pain was excruciating; all you could do was lay on the ground trying to fathom what just happened. Then you noticed a shadow standing over top straddling your body.

“I told you to not make this difficult, sunflower…” he let out a sigh and bent down next to you. He noticed you staring off at the ceiling, trying to process the immense pain you were currently in. He then took his hand and turned your face to look at him. There he was again. That sweet smile and those bright happy eyes.

“There isn’t a line in the world I would not cross for you, Y/N.” He then leaned down to kiss your forehead gently.

“Try and run all you want. I’ll always find you. You’re mine. Mine alone.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying; he really had completely lost it. So why, in the middle of all this pain, did you feel your face heating up? This man is crazy. He’s insane. So why? Why does a part of you want to see how far he’d chase you?

You stare up at him mustering up what strength you had left. “You’re crazy…” you finally breathe out.

He smirks and caresses your cheek. “Only for you, sunflower.”

#rengoku kyojuro #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #Yandere #yandere rengoku #x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #anime #oneshot #fanfic #kny hashira #kyojuro rengoku x reader #gn reader

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

You Don’t Have to Hide from Me - Mai/Ty Lee (Avatar)

Gen, Word Count: 2072

Mai/Ty Lee (Avatar)

In prison, distraught and tired, Mai opens up.

-

The prison floor was cold and dry, and disgusting. Mai had wanted to retch the whole ride there, and as soon as she was thrown onto the murky ground, bile travelled up her throat. Having Ty Lee there helped, though. She was sure of that, at least. Her relentless optimism wasn’t as present as usual, and that, to Mai, was more disturbing than the whole prison combined. Ty Lee’s eyes were downcast, and the accompanying smile to every comment she made to try and lighten the mood didn’t quite reach her eyes.

They leaned back against their cell wall, contemplative silence between them as the sounds of rattling prison cells and guards yelling clouded the air. Mai instinctively reached down to her pocket to play with her knives but groaned as she remembered they’d been taken away. Ty Lee eyed her with concern, but she didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much to say, really. They’d betrayed Azula and, by extension, the entire Fire Nation. Together.

That part had shocked Mai the most, how Ty Lee had so readily chi-blocked Azula. How she had stood in front of her, eyes glinting and wide and frantic. How she held her hand and told her to run—run with her.

Mai shook the thoughts off. She knew what they meant, that she had harboured feelings for her best friend for…a long time. She didn’t need them, especially when Ty Lee was her only true friend. (She would count Zuko, but their relationship was too much of a mess to consider him soundly as her friend.)

A soft hand was suddenly placed over hers on the floor, and Mai’s head snapped up to see Ty Lee looking at her. Her expression was difficult to read. Her eyebrows were drawn, and her mouth downturned, but a soft look in her eyes could be seen even in the dim cell light. Mai’s mouth briefly went dry. Ty Lee really was beautiful. Even with dishevelled hair and dirty clothes, she still managed to be the most radiant thing in the room.

Mai swallowed.

“You okay?” Ty Lee asked. Her voice was timid and small, and Mai hated the prison just that much more.

“Existentially or physically? Because not so good in terms of both.”

Ty Lee’s frown deepened, and she shifted closer to Mai. Their arms were pressed together.

“Mai… I don’t know what to do. Did we do the right thing? Betraying Azula like that? She is—was our best friend.”

Mai shot her a sharp look. “No. She wasn’t. She manipulated us. Real friends don’t do that. We did the right thing, even if the outcome is… less than ideal right now.”

Ty Lee didn’t look comforted by that. In fact, her eyebrows furrowed even more, her gaze on the ground. Mai turned her hand under Ty Lee’s and threaded their fingers together. She could allow herself that, at least. Friends held hands, and Ty Lee was upset. It was a simple gesture of comfort. Nothing else.

Ty Lee found her eyes again at the contact, and this time, her lips curled into a soft smile. Mai blamed the darkening of her cheeks on the heat of the prison cell.

“That was really brave, you know. Standing up to her like that. You must really love him.” Ty Lee’s smile faded minutely.

“Thank you, and…I do. But not in that way.” Before Ty Lee could comment, Mai continued, “I do love him. And what we had was…it meant something to me. But there’s a difference between loving and being in love with someone.”

Like how I feel about you, Mai didn’t say. Like how I wish you felt about me.

Ty Lee seemed to consider it before smiling up at Mai again, and it looked more like her usual one. “That’s so sweet. I’m sure he really appreciates what you did.”

Mai felt the corner of her mouth tick up. “He’d better. I risked my ass getting sautéed.”

Ty Lee’s giggles were enough to cure any disease, and Mai was in a trance. Her smile was more genuine as she shifted closer to Mai, lifting their twined hands to rest on their legs. There was a beat of silence.

“I’m also grateful, y’know,” Ty Lee said.

Mai eyed her, slightly confused.

“If you hadn’t stood up to her first, I would’ve never been able to.”

Mai opened her mouth to protest, but Ty Lee was quicker. “I’m serious. You make me feel brave. And I know that I’m brave by myself, it’s just…”

Mai didn’t try to interrupt her that time. She waited.

“It’s hard. To feel like I can hold my own when my whole life I’ve been surrounded by carbon copies of myself. It was like they were the better versions of me that I’ve never been able to have.”

Mai felt the exact moment her heart shattered into a million pieces.

She tried to speak, but Ty Lee carried on. “I always tried to be unique, tried to have my own skills. But they’ve always been better. And I…”

Mai felt her stomach drop when she saw, beyond the dark that surrounded them, a tear slip down Ty Lee’s cheek.

“I just want to feel like myself,” Ty Lee whispered. “Like I can be brave and strong.”

Mai squeezed her hand and shifted until their thighs were pressed close.

“I’m not great at feelings, but I am good at seeing through stupidity. Ty Lee, you are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. And I’m not just talking about the fact that you can throw a punch. I’m saying that you’re strong emotionally, too. You put up with Azula’s mind games for all those years, still managed to find individuality in a house of people who looked like you.”

Mai pursed her lips. “You put up with me. Even though I’m dry and cold and haven’t cried since I was six.”

Ty Lee softened at that. “Mai…I don’t need to ‘put up with you’. You’re my best friend. My real best friend. I’ve never had to be anything but myself around you. And I love you for that.”

Mai’s heart clenched and shattered all over again because Ty Lee just didn’t know. She didn’t know how perfect and brave and strong she was, so that anyone who saw her would see it. How headstrong but kind and sweet she was, so you’d instantly fall for her.

Ty Lee was everything Mai wasn’t, and she’d never know how much Mai loved her back. Not the way that Mai loved her back, and that alone was enough to break her heart.

Mai tried a smile and couldn’t tell if it worked, but judging by Ty Lee’s shock, she’d say it did. “Thank you, but don’t change the subject. You know that you are brave and strong, right?”

Ty Lee was silent for a moment before her features relaxed, and a small smile spread over her face. “Yeah. I think I do. Thank you, Mai. For someone who isn’t ‘good at feelings,’ you really do know how to make me feel better.”

Mai rolled her eyes. “No. I’m not. I just think you take what I say too seriously.”

Ty Lee’s smile widened, and a small dimple appeared on her cheek. “Maybe I do. Or maybe you take yourself too seriously.” She poked at Mai’s shoulder playfully.

Mai knew it was meant to be a harmless remark, but it made her think of years standing still and silent beside a mother who always cared more about her job, status and appearance than her own child. Suddenly, she was back to being a stone wall of nothingness, staring at kids playing and shouting while she sat behind a desk, blank as her mother scolded her for anything and everything, insisting that as long as Mai did what they wanted, as long as she felt nothing, she’d get everything she wanted.

“Well, sorry I can’t feel any emotion besides indifference. Kind of hard to when you grow up with a mom like mine.” Mai turned away from Ty Lee before seeing the expression on her face.

“Mai, I didn’t mean—”

Mai turned harshly and cut Ty Lee a sharp look, silencing her. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve always been this way, so we might as well make fun of it, right? How funny that I grew up thinking that emotions were weakness and how if I showed any, it meant I was a burden of a child, and I was making my parents’ lives more difficult.”

Ty Lee looked devastated, and Mai hated every word coming out of her mouth, but she didn’t stop. “They’d always tell me how kids who cried and had tantrums were treated too nicely and that if I ever did that, I’d be ‘sorted out’.”

“So you were taught to be emotionless?” Ty Lee’s voice was soft and scared.

“No. I wasn’t taught. I was scared!” Mai was ashamed as soon as she said it and turned away from Ty Lee entirely, snatching her hand away and grasping her own arms.

To her horror, she felt her shoulders shaking and eyes stinging slightly. “I was scared, okay? Scared of what they’d think of me if they knew just how much I felt, scared of what emotions would do to me. Because I’ve seen what they do to people, and I—”

Mai felt a tear slip down her face, relief and pain at the same time. “I still let it happen. I still felt like I had to hide. Had to hide my feelings because it was easier than admitting that I had them in the first place.” Mai didn’t know if she was talking about her childhood or Ty Lee at that point, but it didn’t matter because she just said all of that to her. It was terrifying, but it also felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Just as another tear threatened to slip down her face, she felt a hand tentatively land on her right shoulder and turn her around.

Mai kept her eyes cast down, not wanting to face the embarrassment of seeing Ty Lee’s look of pity. A soft hand cupping her cheek made her look up, lifting Mai’s face to meet grey eyes.

Ty Lee didn’t have pity in her features, and it was instead the softest look that Mai had ever seen on a human being’s face. She registered how close they were and how she just needed to lean in a little closer to—

“Mai.”

She shivered at the gentle way Ty Lee said her name.

“You’re my favourite person in the world, and I wouldn’t want you to change anything about yourself. For anyone, of course, but especially for me. You don’t have to hide from me, you know that, right?”

Mai felt her heart clench, and her eyes danced across Ty Lee’s perfect face. When Mai’s gaze dropped briefly to her lips, Ty Lee hitched a breath and, inexplicably, leaned closer. Mai felt a surge of confidence as she leaned up, only hesitating for a moment to make sure that Ty Lee wasn’t moving away when she kissed her. It was soft and chaste but still the best kiss she’d ever had because it was Ty Lee, her best friend, whom she loved more than anyone. Mai reached around to place her hand gently on Ty Lee’s waist and rested their foreheads together.

“Is this alright?” She had to ask. Mai wasn’t a saint but forcefully kissing someone because you misread the mood was pretty messed up.

“Yes. Very, very alright.”

Mai laughed quietly and leaned up to find Ty Lee already there. That time, the kiss was more sure and more confident, and Mai wasn’t afraid of melting into Ty Lee’s touch as she stroked her cheek with her thumb. Her mouth was soft and warm, and even with the disgusting prison, there was nowhere else Mai would want to be.

The war wasn’t over, and there would still be work to do, but for the time being, Mai could allow herself this, the semblance of peace and calm that came with being in love.

And to have that love requited? It felt as though Mai was truly happy for the first time.

#mailee #mai x Ty Lee #mailee fic #atla #fanfic #fanfiction #I have never seen mailee fics with them as the main pairing #so I was like fine I’ll do it myself #this is my first time posting a fic so be gentle #<333

[wantbytaemin]

so uhh just so everyone knows, esther @kirreik is a former friend of mine (used to be @lehit-deactivated20231019). she’s since revealed herself to be a zionist and sent me frankly disturbing anonymous messages instead of reaching out personally. im beyond upset by this seeing as we were genuinely friends, which people who’ve been following me for a while will know. she also ran @lqtaem with me since 2017, a blog which i have since removed her from and am gathering strength/courage to deactivate rn which i feel is the right thing to do seeing as she’d been the only one of us posting on there for a long while now. anyway, i still can’t quite believe this so sorry if it’s a little scattered, i just want to make myself very clear in not wanting to have anything to do w her anymore.

#i went into lqtaem members and kirreik was there so like. yeah it’s her #i might post on there occasionally though just know from now on anything that’s posted will be by me if you feel uncomfortable interacting #otherwise. and right now im about to rb some stuff on there to rectify this at least a little ❤️

[daegall]

[20:37]

pairing: brother's best friend!hyuck x reader

genre: angst, hurt comfort, slight fluff, unrequited love on both sides but reader likes renjun and hyuck likes reader but renjun only got close to reader for their best friend :(, brothers best friend!AU

warnings: umm mentions of murder, lots of unrequitedness

word count: 885 words

a/n: hi omg i know it's been a hot minute but i thought of htis and . boom except it wasn't supposed ot be this angst LOL

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @kflixnet @k-radio @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

You feel like absolute shit. You know you look like it too.

You've been in bed for around what seems like 3 hours now, but with your curtains being closed all day, you're not sure how long you've spent in bed. What time is it?

Despite that, you don't make an effort to check, you don't want to move. Your mind is racing, busy with rushing thoughts trying to distract yourself from the events you've encountered a few hours ago. Your eyes are sore, so is your nose, and you can barely feel the tip of your fingers as they've been digging into your blanket for so damn long.

Why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it be any other human being in the world? Did god hate you? Why are you always the one with unfortunate events?

Speaking of unfortunate events, your door opens, even though you know hours ago you told your brother Mark specifically not to disturb you, as you had a rough day. This means two things, it's either Mark, barging in as he forgot your request, or someone else barging in. Hopefully not Renjun. You don't want to see him right now.

What seemed like 2 possibilities, have become 3, because what's at your door is neither your brother or your best friend, it's your brother's best friend. Who happens to be one of your closest friends. Who happens to be Lee Donghyuck.

"Hey Y/n, just came in here if you wanted the last slice of pizza, you know I'm not much of a pizza gu--"

Donghyuck completely freezes when he sees the state of your surroundings. Completely dark, messy, and there's a tension in here that doesn't sit right with him.

"Hey, you okay?" His previously cheerful tone has vanished, no longer useful in your presence, and is instead replaced by a concerned, and quite rough voice.

You don't answer him. But that's all he needs to know you're not okay. Not at all.

"Wanna talk about it?" The rough touch in his voice is now gone too, this time, it's replaced with a softness, a gentle and loving tone.

This time, you sit up, which makes Donghyuck more than relieved.

One moment later, however, his heart drops. You look horrible, your hair messy and eyes lightly swollen, he can see the way your lips quiver when as you let out a sigh, your hands tightening around Mark's sweater that you wear.

Instinctively, Donghyuck lets himself in the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. He doesn't bother turning on the lights, there would be no point in upsetting you that way.

His footsteps are slow, but soft, as if you were asleep. Then, there's a dip next to you, and you know he's there.

"Can... can I know about it?"

Your head turns to him, and he looks... so genuine. His eyes are pooled with worry and such concern that you've longed for, and his hands that leave his hoodie pockets for yours are warm and comforting.

Your voice shakes as you mumble softly, "He got close to me just to be close to my best friend."

Donghyuck's heart shatters when your eyes instantly well up again. He rubs his thumbs across your knuckles smoothly.

He doesn't need to hear the names to know. It's Huang Renjun, who you've been crushing on for months on end now.

When your head meets his shoulder, he asks, "Why didn't you tell Mark?"

"He would murder Renjun,"

"What makes you think I wouldn't?"

Your head lifts from his shoulder. "Hyuck," There's a light frown of your lips that clearly state how you disagree with his words, but Donghyuck can't find himself taking you seriously. Not when his heart is beating so dangerously fast when you call him by his nickname.

"Alright, alright," He chuckles in defeat, leaning down to press your head back to his shoulder. "I promise I won't murder the piece of shit who used you. Definitely not mad at him or anything."

Why wouldn't he be mad? When someone is taking advantage of someone he cares so dearly for? For taking away the person he's loved for years now?

You stay there together, huddled up in a bundle on your bed, you seeking for comfort, and Donghyuck gladly providing it for you. The silence isn't exactly that comfortable, but it isn't awkward either. It's... sad. You're sad. Donghyuck's mad. But now is not the time to act. It's time to settle into your feelings and really find out how you feel.

Donghyuck dead set on his, he has been since Mark approved of his crush on you.

"Wanna tell Mark anytime soon?" The silence is broken with this question, as Donghyuck presses a very subtle peck on your hairline.

"In... in a minute, please," You plead, burying yourself deeper into his embrace. "I'm not ready to face the furious lion inside him. You know, that one where he gets mad,"

Donghyuck's chuckle resonate through your ear, as your ear presses into his neck. It causes you to follow along, feeling his nod gently nudge against your forehead. "I get that. And I'll be here for as long as you want. I'm not going anywhere."

He'll wait for you. He'll wait for eternity if he has to. He's not going to give up on you, even if it'll take years for you to love him back.

#daegall's timestamps! #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck imagines #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #neoturtles #knet bakery #kflixnet #k-radio! #nct-writers #lee donghyuck scenarios #lee donghyuck fluff #lee donghyuck angst #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck drabbles #lee donghyuck blurbs #haechan #haechan imagines #nct #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct x reader #nct drabbles #nct blurbs #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct 127 imagines

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.9 Sakamaki Kanato Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 9 逆巻カナト アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 9 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: I really like how the Para-Selene tokuten CDs explore the concept of going on ‘everyday’ outings with your Diaboy of choice. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but it’s such a shame that the games did not explore this concept more. In my opinion, I would have much rather had this for the ‘situation part’ of each section of the game than random blood-sucking scenarios. :/

The two of you are walking around on the market.

“Handmade candles and wreathes...and iced cookies. They sell a surprisingly large variety of things at the flea market during this time of year. With so many different stalls, I doubt we will get bored.”

Something catches your attention.

“...Hm? What have you been looking at this whole time?”

You explain.

“Those are...Nutcrackers? Hah. Do you not think that the whole concept of putting a nut in their mouth to crack the shell is somewhat odd?”

You shake your head.

“...’Cute’? Don’t tell me...You want one of those?”

You nod.

“You have some rather disturbing tastes to want one of those.  ...However, if you insist, I would not mind buying one for you.”

Your eyes widen in shock. 

“Hm. ...Why do you seem to surprised? I’m over here showing my good heart and offering to buy you one of a gift, so don’t tell me you’re not even happy about it?”

You try to convince him that it does make you happy. 

“Right? It’s a gift from me, so obviously you’re happy.”

You smile brightly.

“Fufu...~ Exactly, just show me your genuine joy. Let’s go to the shop then. It seems like they are selling cooking as well. I finished the last of the ones at  home yesterday, so it’s the perfect time to stock up again.”

You nod as the two of you walk over to the vendor.

*TIMESKIP*

“They had a wide selection of different flavored cookies. ...And you got to buy yourself a nice souvenir as well, isn’t that nice?”

*Clatter clatter*

“Hm...Do you really like that doll so much? You honestly seem like a child right now, constantly fidgeting around with it.”

The two of you continue walking.

“Take a look! Such a large maple tree! It’s been decorated with cookies and candies!”

You fail to notice him because you are too preoccupied by the nutcracker.

“...Hey, you. Are you listening?”

You turn towards Kanato.

“Were you not...paying attention to what I said?”

You say sorry.

“Haah...!? A single apology is not going to get you in the clear. ...You keep on deliberately doing things to upset you, what are you hoping to achieve!? I can’t believe you only have eyes for some ‘cursed Prince’ when I’m here right next to you.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“Hm? Ahー You wanted that doll without knowing anything about it, didn’t you? All nutcrackers which exist today are based on the concept of a cursed Prince.”

You seem shocked.

“Apparently long ago, there lived in a Prince who accidentally stepped on the Mouse Queen, which led to him being cursed and turned into a doll. Of course, that includes the one you are holding right now as well. ...Honestly, that was one unlucky Prince, being turned into a doll due to someone else’s lack of caution.”

You frown.

“Hm. ...You look rather sad. Are you feeling sympathy for the cursed Prince, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“Kuh...Then why are you making that face!? I can’t allow you to make such an expression for someone other than meーー!!”

*THUD*

“If I do this...You’ll only be able to see me, correct? Fufu...However, that wretched doll is in the way. Give it to me, please?”

Kanato snatches the nutcracker from your hands and tosses it away.

*Thud* 

*CLATTER*

“ーー Just forget about it.”

*Rustle*

“Or do you perhaps...care more about some Prince you barely know anything about, than you do about me?”

You deny that.

“Then behave...and keep your eyes only on me.”

You point out that you are in public.

“Hmph...! Let those who want to watch enjoy the show then. Besides...We’ve already been seen by others in the past, so why worry about that still?”

You look around.

“There’s nobody around, you say? ...Please do not be ridiculous. Mr. Prince laying on the ground over there is looking straight at us. Despite it being a wooden doll, they actually used glass for the eyes. Fufu...Take a look. You are reflected in those beautiful, glass eyes.”

You turn your head.

“How about we use this opportunity...to give him a good showing of what we usually do?”

You flinch.

“Fufufu...”

He blows air on your skin.

*Rustle*

“Haha...Look at you turning bright red when all I did was blow some air on you. Shall I tease you even more?”

You fidget around.

“...Just how much longer will you keep on worrying about our surroundings? All you need to do is stay focused on me! Come on! You should wrap your arms around me as well!”

*Rustle*

“Nn...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Fufu...Exactly. Keep a tight grip, okay?”

*Rustle*

“Good girl...I shall tell you something interesting in return. ーー I know I said that all nutcrackers are Princes who have been cursed, but the ones sold at the store from earlier are just plain dolls and have absolutely nothing to do with the original story. The one on the ground over there is obviously nothing but a doll either.”

You get upset.

“I can’t believe you believed me so easily! Just how stupid are you?”

You walk over to pick up the doll.

*Thud*

“Hmph. I am glad you are taking good care of the gift I gave you, but I never said that you could neglect me as a result. I am the only important person in your life. Aren’t I?”

You nod.

“Then please keep your eyes only on me...All you need to do is pay attention to me, without getting distracted by anything or anyone else. ーー Like earlier.”

You get flustered remembering it. 

“...! ...Fufu. You’re blushing again.”

You only grow more flustered. 

“Fufu...That’s more like it. I was going to head home, but I think I shall play with you a little longer. Look my way and give me a proper look at your embarrassed expression. ...Mmh.”

*Smooch*

“...Look at you tightly holding that doll in your arms. I don’t mind but if you truly love me, then you should treasure me more as well.”

You reassure him that he is still number one in your heart.

“Haah...Of course I am number one in your heart. Please make sure that I’m numbers one through a hundred on your priority list.”

*Smooch*

“ーー I am the only one you need after all. From here on out, forever...and ever...Okay?”

You nod.

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[vikkirosko]

Hi, I hope you are having a lovely day. I'm just curious, How would Blitzo, Moxie, and stolas separately react to finding out their s/o is pregnant when they find a pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Their s/o is scared to tell them that they are pregnant so they run away and leave a letter behind for them saying that they love them and they are sorry but this is for the best. How would they react? What would they do? Would they try to find their s/o? Would they try to get them back? And how would they feel about their s/o being pregnant with their child?

Headcanons Escape

😈 Blitzø x fem!Reader 🐴

You and Blitzø thought you had a full-fledged family. You have been together for a long time and raised your daughter Loona together. It would seem that you didn't need anything else for happiness. However, when Blitzø found a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom, he realized that there was something that could make your life even better

At first he was waiting for you to come home, but you didn't come back. This greatly disturbed him. He tried to call you, but you didn't pick up the phone. This worried him even more. When he found a note from you in the kitchen in which it was written that although you love him, you had to leave and that it would be better for both of you. This note scared him a lot

He immediately hurried to find you. He genuinely loved you and didn't want you to leave him and Loona, especially now that you were pregnant. Loona reacted especially emotionally when she found out that you had left. Although she didn't show it, she was attached to you and your departure upset her greatly. She blamed it on Blitzø, but when she saw how hard he was trying to find you, she felt sympathy for him

He was ready to spend all his energy searching for you. He genuinely loved you and didn't understand why you decided to run away, especially now. He hoped that he would be able to find you and resolve the misunderstanding that arose between you because of which you left

😈 Moxxie x fem!Reader 🎶

Everything was fine in your relationship with Moxxie. You reminded me of lovers whose feelings were burning like the brightest fire, even though in fact you have already been in a relationship for some time. You loved each other and it seemed nothing could spoil your relationship. However, when Moxxie came home one day he didn't find you there. When he found a note in which you wrote that you loved him but it would be better for both of you if you left, he was really scared

He tried to call you, running around the apartment and hoping that it was just a joke. However, there were no your things in the apartment and he found a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom. He quickly put it in his head that the reason you left was your pregnancy. He didn't understand why you decided to leave because he was absolutely not against you having a child. He genuinely loved you and wanted to create a family with you

He was trying to find you. He called your friends and even called your parents. He didn't know exactly where you might have gone, but he hoped you were all right. He was afraid that you might get hurt, so he tried his best to find you

Moxxie was genuinely worried about you. He couldn't do anything until he was sure you were okay. He wanted to talk to you and find out the reason why you left. He would be ready to let you go if you told him that you wanted to break off your relationship because you no longer love him, but if the reason for this was some kind of misunderstanding, then he wanted to resolve it so that you would be happy together again and prepare for the appearance of your child

🦉 Stolas x fem!Reader 🎩

You and Stolas started living together after he divorced Stella. Before that, you hid your relationship and now you tried to become part of his family, even though your appearance greatly strained Octavia. You didn't try to replace her mother, but you sincerely wanted you to be able to become a family and Stolas was grateful to you for that

When he woke up alone in bed one morning, he thought that you just woke up before him and had already gone to the kitchen to have breakfast. In the bathroom, while he was washing, he found a positive pregnancy test and was delighted. You were pregnant with his child and it genuinely pleased him. He hurried to the kitchen to share this joy with you, but in the kitchen he found only Octavia who said she had not seen you

He was very concerned that you were not at home. He tried to call you, but you didn't pick up the phone. When he came to his office, he found a note from you in which you wrote that you love him and Octavia, but you decided to leave anyway, believing that it would be better for everyone. Your note caused him to panic. He was panicking trying to find you. He called your relatives and friends, hoping that some of them knew where you were, but no one knew where you were

Octavia was worried about her father. She didn't know why you decided to leave, but she hoped that you would come back or that her father would find you. She hasn't fully got used to you yet, but her father was happy with you and it suited her. Maybe she wasn't ready to accept you as her stepmother, but as long as you made her father happy, she was ready to accept you as part of her family

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Do you think Lyss gets treated a little too harshly by the fandom? Her killing Christoph's blank seems to be the main bone of contention. But the thing is, there was no malice or hatred in that act; she genuinely believed it was the kindest thing to do for him. Though I also understand why that train of thought would trigger Rex. I hope the two of them get a chance to talk properly in the future for a chance at a reconciliation, and I have a feeling that Bell may be the key to that.

"You must be new here."

(I say in the nicest way possible)

Ahaha. I actually literally...resist this topic on twitter because I have gone...on and on and on and on about how fucking cruel and unfair readers can be about Lyss. To the point that my readers that agree with me are probably even tired of hearing it by now haha.

I do think things got slightly better this season, but there are definitely a large handful of people who shit on Lyss if she so much as breathes. The level of hatred for her too is just...flat out disturbing sometimes too, and I think is kind of a reflection of the reader's character. I don't care that much if you just don't like her or think she's stupid but I have read too many (disturbingly descriptive) wishes for her to have violent death for me to have neutral opinions on Lyss.

Just to reiterate my opinions here, though... Yeah, I think people are incredibly unfair. The Christoph situation frustrates me especially because nobody seems to acknowledge Finze did the same thing to another blank and literally told her to do it. She was following his order. But there is 0 hate for Finze, even though he would have done the exact same thing in her situation.

However, I think the thing people actually hold most against her is her reporting Rex. Which... I also find unfortunately unfair. And I know a lot of my readers disagree with me haha. Like she's not stupid (despite what people think). Someone violently attacked her friend (Desmond) and even if he wasn't in control...that's kind of exactly the point. Rex wasn't in control. He could turn into this homicidal other personality and attack another person at any point. It's kind of like...if your drunk friend attacks someone while under the influence, are you just not going to report that? When you know there's a good chance they're going to get drunk and attack someone else?

Also the "dead or alive" sentence was incredibly unheard of in the context of the story (another point that a lot of people hold against her for not magically knowing would happen). A reminder that even a CRIME BOSS like Charlie was just basically just arrested and sent to a normal jail. They don't just kill blanks on site on average. They're just treated like criminals in our world and there are...not many instances where you can just go out and kill a wanted criminal. Like I dunno... Maybe that part was a fault in my writing... But the other parts I really think are unfair if you just...sit down and actually think about someone else's perspective for more than 10 seconds. I understand that's harder when we're viewing it mostly from Rex's (very hurt and upset) perspective, but a big theme in this story is that nobody is 100% right or wrong and everyone who thinks Rex is 100% justified and right is kind of missing a huge point.

#sorry i can't make a post about lyss that is less than 3 paragraphs #city of blank