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okkalo · 1 year

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hellooooo. could you pls do a scenario of reader unintentionally hearing bllk boys singing for the first time and finding it cute? ft. rin, kaiser, isagi, reo, nagi pls. TYSM LOVELOTSSSS

hi anon! thank u for the request and i hope u enjoy

characters: rin, kaiser, isagi, reo, nagi

rin

- i want to go dad rin for this one but i won’t 😣

- jk i changed my mind.

- i feel like this is one of the only scenarios you could catch him singing

- ok so you’ve had a lot on your plate recently and rin noticed and told you to take the night to yourself and let him handle yua (ifykyk;))

- and so that’s exactly what happened

- once you had enough you-time you immediately wanted to check on yua

- rin was a great dad and all but it just felt weird leaving yua for so long

- quietly, you snuck to her room, knowing she was probably already asleep

- it came as a surprise when you instead saw rin holding her while sitting on the rocking chair, singing her a small song

- your heart? MELTED

- you tried your best to not gasp so you could enjoy the moment for a little longer

- rin, however, noticed quickly </3

- he set the now asleep yua back in her crib before walking over to you, acting like he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary

“welcome back, how was it?” rin greeted with a kiss on your forehead. he pushed you both away from yua’s room so she didn’t accidentally wake up due to your whispers.

“rin, you have the prettiest singing voice and you only use it for yua,” you looked up to him with a pout on your face. you watched the different stages of rin’s realization show on his face. at the end he was covered in blush, looking away while speeding up his pace to go to your shared bedroom.

“rin! you should start singing to me sometime! and slow down!”

“shut up or you’ll wake up yua,” rin warned from basically a mile away from you. yeah, he didn’t slow down nor did he look at you for the rest of the night.

kaiser

- i feel like he sings a lot when doing tasks

- like chores? there’s a good chance that he’s singing

- he always sings low though, so it can be hard to tell

- it’s always absentmindedly too!

- so you noticed it pretty quickly into your relationship with him

- he was opening a few boxes he got from some companies he partnered with and some fan mail that had made its way into the pile when he was once again singing

- meanwhile, you had wanted to sneak up on him

- which, was going well until you abruptly stopped in your tracks at his low smooth voice

- that’s when he noticed you, completely oblivious to your earlier actions

“what’s wrong, liebe?” he questioned, his attention all on you now. a small frown made it’s way to your lips at the lack of his singing.

“were you just singing?” you asked even though it was obvious he was, just hoping he would go into more detail about it. a smirk appeared on his lips at the question, now turning his body to you.

“yes, aren’t i a good singer? do you want me to sing to you, my little bird?” he got closer with each word until his lips were next to your ear, letting out his seductive whispers. as much as you didn’t want to, you went red at his teasing, giving him a pout before pushing him away.

“you can’t say that when you have someone’s love letter to you in your hand!” you fought, both you and kaiser’s gaze dropping to the card with a heart on it. maybe it was bad timing.

- btw he’s not a good singer. he’s just full of himself.

isagi

- any song that has a catchy tune will get stuck in his head and he sometimes sings it out loud

- he has sang body by megan the stallion once because aryu played it as a joke

- but anyways you guys had the idea of creating a shared playlist the other day

- and isagi had been cleaning the dishes with a song stuck in his head

- and lucky for you, you caught him in the act

“isagi, are you singing a song from our playlist?” you recognized the love lyrics the song had. his eyes widened in shock, not even realizing his earlier singing, before turning to you with a red face.

“yeah, it was one of the songs you added,” he admitted sheepishly, hand going up to his nape, “it’s been stuck in my head recently.”

you only smiled at his shy confession, turning off the water to the sink before wrapping your arms around his neck. you both met for a gentle kiss, before going in for one more.

“you have a good voice,” you told, a smile now forming on his lips as his cheeks turned into a darker shade of red. instead of another sappy sentence, he met you for another kiss, this one longer than the rest.

reo

- he’s not much of a singer at all

- meaning it’s VERY rare to see him sing

- but when a song has been stuck in his head for awhile he slips and lets his singing voice out

- this time the song had been a slow one, really accentuating his nice vocals

- it had happened when he was filling out “boring” paperwork, naïve to his own singing

you snuck up on the purple-haired male, making yourself known by snaking a gentle hand up his back, resting your head on his shoulders. you had even gotten a startled jump out of him in the act.

“what’s wrong?” he questioned, head turning so that his still widened eyes met yours. you only have a chuckle at his reaction, your smile easing his tensed body.

“you should sing to me some more, you have a good voice,” his eyes widened once more before a smile made its way on his face. his arm slithered around your figure, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“so you heard, your wish is my command,” he whispered before planting a kiss on your nape, eyes going back to his paperwork while his singing voice started up again.

nagi

- he would hum a lot of game background music

- it was rare to hear him singing actual lyrics, seeing he was not the best music enjoyer

- however, if the song is from a game it’s more likely to happen

- you both had been laying together on your shared bed, doing your own things

- nagi had opened his game and it reminded him of the one song he heard from them

- so naturally, he started singing absentmindedly

- while you were like ????

- you probably thought it was his game at first because you never expected nagi to be singing??

“nagi, is that you?” you questioned, confused if he was just lip syncing or actually singing. once he processed your question and his lips stopped moving, you had your answer.

“yeah,” he answered, not knowing what else to say. his focus stayed on his game, showing his lack of care at your new discovery.

“keep singing, you sound good,” you snuggled up to him, head resting on his shoulder as your eyes fell to his game. his body gave you easy access, a natural response of his for his love of cuddling.

“too much of a hassle,” he sighs, a light stroke of pink coating his cheeks. he secretly loved that you were impressed. so much so, that he might just start singing again later.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong

Male Reader x Jeon Jiwoo

Length: 3515 words

Tags: experimental sex, Jiwoo wants it all, goddess!Jiwoo, awkward sex, 69, riding, overstimulation, there is a lot of pressure on you btw, missionary, creampie, heavy orgasm, a reference no one will get, seriously if you get the reference I'll buy you a cookie, technically virgin sex, the background switches a couple of times, tit sucking, you might crack a smile at times, pussy eating, sexpert!you / playful!Jiwoo

TW: I edited this... but it still is chaos deluxe, so beware

Inspiration: the ideas/pic send by @existslikepristin

Credit: @existslikepristin for submitting a crazy good request!

(A/N: I had fun writing this chaos and I hope you have some fun reading it. Jiwoo of Kard was definitely not on my mind, so it was fun seeing her submitted. Go Kard!)

“I need your help with something.”

You quickly turn your head to the far end of your bed. There she is again, this time with silver hair and a red dress that loosely covers the most intimate parts of her body, but leaves a lot of room for her pale skin to shine through. Today she overdid it though. In your humble opinion, her marble colored skin looks like a newly printed sheet of paper you can write on, and those large, obsidian earrings give off a ridiculous contrast to all the white.

“Why the fuck do you need my help?” you sigh.

Your question is absolutely warranted. Jiwoo, like a lot of the friends you manifested in your time in solitude, is a Goddess, with power beyond the known natural barriers. Unlike the strong Matthew, the clever Somin or crazy J, all elaborate figments of your imagination, she seemingly has no limits. To your knowledge, she can do anything, thus there is no need to ask you for help.

“Well,” Jiwoo explains herself while your focus shifts back to the magazine in your hands, “it’s an activity that needs at least two. Can’t have sex alone, you know?”

You furrow your eyebrows. but force yourself not to look back up again. Jiwoo saying weird things is nothing new to you at this point. Most of the time, she is just playing pranks on you. She knows that the word ‘sex’ should get a reaction out of you, no matter the context, but you won’t give her this victory. Defying this Goddess has been a daily activity for you since Jiwoo decided to become proactive in your lazy life.

“Not really,” you respond with a deep breath. “You can have sex on your own. Go masturbate or get a dildo or two, no need for me to be around.”

“But I already did that!” Jiwoo blurts out and tears away the magazine. She leans towards you, face to face. You can’t avoid her diamond eyes, mostly because you don’t want to stare down the deity’s cleavage.

“It’s boring, I want to try something new.”

Now you’re really surprised.

“Wait, you never had sex before? Like with another person?”

“Nope,” Jiwoo shakes her head and straightens her posture again, “Too busy.”

“Too busy doing what?” you ask and immediately regret it. The more attention you give her now, the more likely it is for her not to go away and leave you alone.

“Too busy testing every ice cream flavor and comparing them. Shit, there are so many of them.”

You stare at her, disappointed, confused, annoyed. Jiwoo notices. With quick blinks she tries to make her eyes appear puppy-like, but even through divine powers she could never pull it off. Something about her appearance is always so-not-cute, which is a bummer because cute girls are your type.

“Something inside me—” you sigh and carelessly throw the magazine over your shoulder, “—can kinda relate, but at the same time, like, just go out now. I don’t see you eating ice cream now, so you can just seduce some guy at a bar or even offer yourself. No need for me to do it.”

“So you’re saying I should prostitute myself?” Jiwoo acts infuriated, a theatrical hand on her chest, “What if I catch a disease, you bastard!”

“For fuck sake, as if you need to worry about that.”

“But I just want to do it with someone I know.”

“Me? Why?”

“Stop asking questions!” Jiwoo shouts and shoves you down to your bed. Her eyes turn white in fury, maybe you have stretched her patience a bit too far. If you are honest to yourself, you don’t really have a good reason to reject her. You don’t want to? Well yes, but actually no. Even inhibitions because she is something extraterrestrial would usually not keep you from getting laid (not like it happens all of the time, you don’t get busy with humans that often either). Maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk the friendship? Were you always this complicated?

“Okay fine, fine, I’ll do it,” you sigh and Jiwoo’s face lights up.

“Awesome! I want to try a lot of things, so we should get started.”

Jiwoo smiles brightly. Her red leather clothes glow for a second before they disappear and she stands before you fully nude. Turn your head to the side to hide your blush. She has no clue.

“Slow down, slow down. Dammit, Jiwoo, I still don’t know what you want to try—”

“Everything.”

You glare back at her—her tits, nice handfuls—her face, actually, you wouldn’t get distracted by—tits, they look very soft—pinchable cheeks, no red on them at all. She lacks any embarrassment.

“W-well,” you stammer, eye contact fragile, impossible even, “there are so many things you c-can do during sex o-or with the partner, we won’t be able to do them all. I-I could walk you through like a basic routine?”

“Aw, but only if we do the rest later, ‘kay?”

Another attempt at puppy eyes, but this time you don’t even notice them. The surprisingly dark areolae around Jiwoo’s nipples is a lot better at getting your attention than whatever her eye color is right now.

“F-fine. No need to roleplay romantic stuff so uhm let’s just get to oral, so we can learn, I mean you can learn some stuff, uhm.”

Words have never been this hard to find, formulate, fuck, you can’t even swallow properly. This woman really is without shame. She snaps her fingers and your clothes disappear in a beam of light as well. Speaking of light, the entire room becomes a lot brighter from seemingly nowhere. You try to find the source but all you find is Jiwoo’s ass as she playfully spins around.

“I created some extra light so I can see all things properly. No need to search for your shadow, there is none.”

She says it so casually, like she is insane. The insane one however is you. You nod like a brainless idiot like you didn’t have any reservations about this beforehand. It’s too late to turn back now.

“Let’s start, uhm, with uhhhh, a 69 position. Basically—” you hesitate for a moment and look intently at Jiwoo’s cleanly shaven slit, “—I lay down and you get on top of me. Your face is at my crotch and you, like, do the same. Viceversa."

“Oh, okay~”

The two of you get into position. You feel your hardening shaft rub over Jiwoo’s soft cheek and her thick, almost trunky thighs press on your own cheek. The all-encompassing light works wonders, you can easily see everything about Jiwoo’s pussy, although she is definitely too eager at making your face meet her crotch.

“Now what?” Jiwoo asks and stares at your cock.

“Take it into your mouth and suck on it. In the meantime, I, uhm, do basically the same with your vagina. This way we can both give oral pleasure, like with our mouths.”

“Ah, I see! And it looks like a six on top of nine!”

Jiwoo’s excitement is unbridled. Right after she blurts out her discovery, she takes your cock into her mouth and nibbles on it. Sharp teeth come dangerously close to digging into the delicate skin of your most holy scepter. You scream.

“No teeth, no chewing! Jiwoo, never do that, it hurts, fuck!”

“Chill, chill, I’m sorry,” she blurts out, dick still on her tongue. “So no teeth?”

“Please, yes, no teeth. Just tongue and—fuck, oh fuck!”

Before you can finish your explanation, Jiwoo takes most of your sensitive cock in her mouth, violently choking on it while her tongue runs sloppy circles around the shaft. The indescribable pleasure of her sudden blowjob only lasts a couple of seconds though, because her gags become too dangerously strong. Jiwoo almost releases more than just your cock from her mouth. New discovery: Goddesses have a gag reflex.

“You, you can take it slower,” you breathlessly say, while putting your tongue on her labia. “Like this. Slow licks, careful sucking.”

“Hm, oh wow, that feels good.” Jiwoo begins to quietly moan and lowers her pussy further down on your tongue. “I thought sex was very quick and hard and all that.”

“It can be, but this feels good too, right?” you say with a witty smirk and lick on her clit.

“Oh fuck! I see, I see, fuck, shit, fuck.” Jiwoo continues to curse as she uses the newly learned lesson on the tip of your cock. Her delicate tongue puts pressure on the underside of your tip, then she drags it over and under your cock head. You hiss and gently spread her pussy lips to suck everything from clit to ass.

“Hng, ah fuck! I understand why you humans curse during sex. It feels so fucking good.”

You giggle. Jiwoo’s pussy is now pinning you to the mattress, but you’re not going to complain. It’s an amazing labia, pink, and the juice is tasty. More and more is coming out and you decide to probe into her with your tongue. The first time her insides get spread by non-plastic makes Jiwoo scream with your cock in her mouth.

“Fak, feef fo gout.”

You start to tongue fuck her.

“So goouuut!

“I wan somsin big—bigger!”

Your cock pops free from her lips and she gets off of your face, spotted with tiny droplets of her juice. Jiwoo stands above you, confused, needy, staring at your cock which is proudly pointing at the ceiling.

“Well, uhm,” you cough to get the Goddess’ attention back, “I guess we can continue. If you want it inside you, you can ride me.”

“Huh? Like a piggyback ride?”

“No, I mean—no, that doesn’t work. What I meant is you can basically sit on my penis while it’s inside of you.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, fuck, I want that.”

Jiwoo reaches for the base of your dick. She squats down and rubs the spit-drenched tip on her labia, searching for the hole. Her outsides feel hot already, you can’t wait to feel the clenching of her pussy. For the first time, no curses, no words, just quick breaths and subsequent moans when Jiwoo finally aligns you with her hole.

As the seconds tick down, the tension leaves Jiwoo’s body and you’re able to penetrate her. With a shriek she stops after half of your cock is inside of her. It’s an awkward feeling for both of you. The Goddess is aroused but confused by this sensation of a real dick, the human is confused by the intense heat he enters. Jiwoo looks towards you, eyes full of questions.

“Well, uhm, what does it feel like?” you ask with a smile. “Is-is it good? Does it hurt?”

“It’s weird,” Jiwoo mewls. “You’re hot and you stretch me out. God, is this really the way you reproduce?”

“Yeah, but usually, there is more moving.”

“I get it, I get it, just let me adjust. You’re pretty big after all.”

A bright grin and a deep flush alter your cheeks and Jiwoo looks at you, even more puzzled than before. She readjusts her feet to keep the current position, but you can already see that she will go down on it soon.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you whisper and caress her thigh.

“What compliment? It’s a fact, don’t faulter yourself.”

“Faulter is wrong, that’s not how you—ha, fuck!”

You hold your breath, when Jiwoo suddenly goes down. You try reaching for something to not lose your grip on reality, but Jiwoo's thighs are not good at giving you stability because the Goddess immediately starts to grind and shimmy on your cock.

"Woah, fu-fu-fuck," Jiwoo fakes a stutter as her features turn euphoric. "This is insane. Amazing, so deep, I feel so full. I want it again, this feeling."

You don't have to give her a hint this time; Jiwoo starts to ride you herself. She impales her tight pussy on you with more vigor each time her legs lift her slender body up. She is too enamored with the feeling to notice your groaning and mewling.

Suddenly, everything around you disappears. For what has to be less than a second, all your furniture, your room, even your house vanishes into a white void. In the next moment, you find yourself in the midst of a grand meadow, confused sheep all around you, gigantic mountains in the background, soft, dew-covered grass below you.

"What the fuck?" you shout out, but Jiwoo has her eyes closed and forces her cunt on you without stopping. "Ji-Jiwoo, where the—huh?"

The void swallows all the sheep and snowy mountains and wet grass. They get replaced with the impeccable view of countless skyscrapers and houses from above. A strong, cold wind blasts through your hair. You tense up.

"Holy shit, is that New York—wait, are we on the Empire Sta—"

Before you can finish stating your observation, yet another void ends your view of the American metropolis and sends you into an uncomfortable bed of sand. Nothing but hot, rough, irritating sand everywhere. It annoys you on the beaches, but in a dessert it’s the fucking worst.

"Fuck, shit," Jiwoo curses through gritted teeth and for the first time slows down. With you a twitching mess because of her twitching cunt on your twitching dick, she finally stops and hides her flushed face.

"I-I think I almost peed. Weird feeling."

"It-It's f-fine,” you dismiss her worries as the sun starts to scorch your skin. “But can you please get us out of this fucking dessert?”

“Yeah, right, uhm.”

This time, the transition is seamless. The sand on your back gets replaced with something a lot more comfortable. Soft cushions stuffed with feathers or cotton, even better than your own bed, except you're not laying on a bed but a couch. The cooler, darker surroundings are foreign to you.

“Where are we now?” you ask, annoyed at what you perceive are Jiwoo’s usual antics.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” she blurts out and draws circles on your chest with her fingernails. “That was incredible, marvelous! The way my pussy got stretched out by your cock. How did it feel for you?”

“Well, uhm.” Suddenly embarrassed, you avert your eyes from Jiwoo and try to come up with a good response. It’s hard to lie when you’re still balls deep inside her. “It just feels very good, the, uhm, warmth and ti-tightness and—”

“So tightness is good?” Jiwoo repeats the meaning of your words with a curious nod. “Then how about this?”

Tightness turns to pressure. The walls of Jiwoo’s cunt begin to clamp down harder on you. The texture of her insides becomes imprinted on your skin. You both groan in unison. At this point, there is nothing to add that could make this connection stronger, you literally can’t pull out of her. However, Jiwoo continues, her pussy slowly becoming a merciless hydraulic press that threatens to crush your cock. The pleasure from pressure fades into horror and pain.

“Fuck, ah, fuck, stop! Please, Jiwoo!”

Your screams don't go unheard. Jiwoo ends her odd experiment on you.

“Too tight?” she asks the way a scientist would ask a subject during testing of a very questionable product.

“Yes, yes, way too tight.”

“Sorry about that. Maybe I could increase the heat nex ti—”

“No! I mean, no, no need for that.” You helplessly sway your arms to get your point across. “There is no need for any of this crazy, supernatural stuff. Your pussy is… it’s awesome as it is, Jiwoo.”

Awkward silence. The two of you can’t hold eye contact for more than a fleeting moment. Blood shoots to your head in embarrassment, and even the Goddess on your dick is not immune to it. She carefully gets off of your lap and looks over the back of the couch.

“This is, uhm, quite the interesting place,” Jiwoo whispers.

“Yeah, but what is it actually? You should know. You teleported us here after all.” You try to keep the conversation going while gawking at the large paintings, crimson banners and dark brown tables and chairs. There is no lamp at the ceiling or any other electrical device in this room. Everything about this place looks and smells like it’s from a long time ago, but not a galaxy far, far away.

“To be honest,” Jiwoo elaborates, “I just chose a random room from your mind. I can replay memories or parts of your imagination? Maybe you have been here before or imagined a place like this?”

Jiwoo points out the window at blue-gray walls topped with battlements and towers. Further below is an atrium with dozens of servants cleaning pans and pots. Undoubtedly a castle, a very realistically old looking castle. Even the people are dressed up properly, like they came straight out of Europe 600 years ago.

“Hm, I don’t remember being in this castle. It might be from a movie I watched or a story I read.” You ponder a little longer before looking at Jiwoo who fixes her white strands that got stuck to her sweaty face. “Anyways, what do we do now?”

“Show me another position, please~” Jiwoo immediately responds, her voice cute, her hands naughty. Finger wrap around your cock and give slow pumps. You’ve had it with her, it’s time to show her a different side.

“Fuck, fine. Lay down and spread your legs.

“Let me take charge now.”

Jiwoo’s legs shoot away from her body in excitement. The thrill in her eyes grows exponentially, when you rub your hard cockhead on her moist folds. Put a hand next to her face for stability before penetrating her in one motion. Jiwoo groans when you bottom out and mewls when you pull out shortly after. Before she can complain, you repeat the process.

“Woah,” Jiwoo pulls you closer to her body as she groans, “this is crazy good.”

“This position is called missionary.”

“Why are you, hm, fuck, why are you going so slow though?”

With a smirk you lean down to one of Jiwoo’s breasts and take as much of it as you can in your mouth. Drag your tongue over the delicate skin in calculated patterns and watch her whimper because her nipple is left untouched. Jiwoo is getting closer to losing her sanity, which is a deserved punishment for the cock-compression from earlier.

“Don’t worry, I will go faster. Just one thing, Jiwoo.

“When this weird feeling comes again; don’t hold back, let it out.”

Finally suck her nipple for the finale before letting it pop free from your lips. It’s like a secret signal, a code word for your hips to do their job. No more pulling out, now it’s just pistoning like an engine in overdrive.

Jiwoo screams out your name, which urges you to drown out her voice with pelvis on pelvis hits that make droplets of her juice stain the ancient couch. This time, her pussy tightens around you without any supernatural body alteration.

You groan in satisfaction, the sight of Jiwoo below you disturbingly different from her usual self but also incredibly hot. You peck her trembling lips, then move along her sharp jaw to nibble on it. Hiss when she digs her point nails in your back.

“Fuck, don’t stop. This is amazing,” Jiwoo moans out. Every thought of hers is drowned out, only gasps escape her mouth, but even those get interrupted when you suddenly shove your tongue into it. Jiwoo freezes in confusion, giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her idle tongue. Push it around with your own like it’s a bouncy ball, force it to play along as you increase your tempo.

Jiwoo’s breaths become rapid, your thrust wild, violent even. Her hands are in your hair, she is about to pull out entire patches which just makes you fuck her harder. Wetness, wetness and suddenly, an entire waterfall comes pouring out of Jiwoo’s thoroughly fucked hole. A strong, squirting orgasm leaves her teary eyed and breathless. Luckily, it also makes her stop pulling your hair thus you don’t have to worry about partial baldness—yet.

Don’t worry about cumming inside her too. She is a Goddess, she won’t get pregnant, no matter how big your load is. It feels like a month's worth of cum is sucked out of you; at first, it’s shot in and then, it comes pouring out when you pull out. You fall backwards into the cushions, stirring up more dust then you would’ve hoped.

“Oh. My. God,” Jiwoo slowly, quietly mouths. “This was… godly!”

“I see what you did there,” you chuckle and watch Jiwoo’s chest rise and fall and her gaping pussy leak your cream.

“So this is how babies are made,” she casually says.

Your body shoots back up, your face contorting in shock.

“Wait, what? N-no, you’re a Goddess, you can’t get pregnant.

Right? Right???"

Jiwoo pouts and looks up at you.

“Isn’t getting pregnant the goal? Why would it be bad?”

“I—

“It’s complicated.”

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theruseandthecaper · 1 year

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you asked for a felix plot!

what about felix overworking himself? reader tries to get him to take a break and he ends up passing out from training? maybe a lil argument but reader dotes on him and takes care of him ❣️ normal snarky felix fluff hehe

THIS IS SO CUTE. i am crying screaming throwing up i love felix sm. This gets a little angstier than i initially thought but it clears up in the end cuz felix is a bitch but he’s a bitch who’s soft for the reader. I hope he’s in character??? Ahhhh

Btw go to the end for a little list of songs i listened to while writing this! I wanna give more music recommendations to people so hopefully u guys enjoy those too :)

You were worried about Felix. Again. Honestly, at this point, when were you not?

He was consistently overworking himself. Which was normal, you had to admit, but he’d been in a bad way recently. His red eyes being brought out by prominent eye bags, his bed left empty and door left ajar late at night when you’d go to visit him. Nights spent tirelessly training and training, the sword never leaving his hand. He had to improve. Every hour spent sleeping, eating, even spent with you, was a waste in his mind. Only if he was swinging a sword at a training dummy or a real partner was an hour worth living. It wasn’t healthy, for him or you.

And it hurt you. With every swing of his sword, it was as though he was chopping up your heart, breaking it into billions of pieces, smaller with every hit.

It hurt you seeing him exhausted, hardly eating, hardly sleeping. It hurt you seeing him look like a walking corpse. It stung seeing the fresh calluses on his hands from gripping the sword. It stung how he seemed to enjoy his time training more than spending time with you.

This had to stop, you realized. You had to put an end to this, for not only your sake, but mostly for his. You were worried sick. You knew Felix better than anybody, and you could read him cover to cover like a little kid could read a picture book. You knew he wouldn’t stop until he was physically unable to continue, and even then, he’d still try. Stubborn as a mule, that boy was. Obstinate bitch. But he was your obstinate bitch, and you loved him.

These thoughts led you to the training grounds at 2 in the morning, knowing that’s where you’d find him. Sure enough, there he was, black hair tied up and slicked with sweat, sword buried deep within a training dummy as nobody else was awake to spar with you. As you entered, Felix looked up, his crimson eyes lighting up with recognition.

“Ah, [Y/N],” He began, pulling the sword out of the dummy. You could see how exhausted he was just from studying his face. His eyes were glossy with exhaustion. When was the last time he slept? “Spar with me.”

“What? No. Felix. How long have you been at this?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you came closer. “Do you have any idea what time it is? When was the last time you’ve eaten? Slept? Bathed? Took care of yourself?” The fact that he even had to pause to think about it broke your heart. It was as though you were the training dummy, ripped through the chest by his sword, stuffing spilling out of the gaping hole that was left where your heart was. He was neglecting himself. You weren’t surprised, but still torn all the same.

”Those things won’t help me get better.” He said with a scoff, turning away from you to start thrusting his sword at the training dummy once more. You could feel the tears begin to gather in your eyes. Stubborn. Stubborn, stubborn boy.

“Felix, they will. You can’t get stronger if you keep neglecting yourself. Everybody needs rest, Felix. Even the strongest of swordsmen still take days off to make sure they’re in top condition.” You were right, and he knew that. He just refused to admit it. Too prideful to ever admit he was wrong. He looked up at you, and you could see just how exhausted he was. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He just swayed back and forth for a few seconds before his eyes snapped shut and he went toppling to the floor, sword clattering to the ground.

You rushed forwards, grabbing him before he could hit his head. You were crying now, gently propping his head up in your lap. You vowed to yourself at that moment. The next day, you’d force him to stay in bed. You’d cook for him, run him a nice warm bath, wash his clothes, and you’d keep him 10 feet away from a sword at all times.

So, lit only by the light of the moon, you carried him back to his room. You laid him in his bed after you’d changed the sheets, tucked him in, closed the blinds and let him sleep for as long as he needed to. You cleaned up his room a bit, washed the pile of dirty clothes that had accumulated on his floor, and then you just waited.

And wait you did, never once leaving his side even though he was out for hours upon hours upon hours, only leaving to make him some breakfast and use the bathroom. You slept by his side, ate by his side, cried by his side. And once he did finally begin to stir, he had a plate of healthy food beside him and a tall glass of water. He glanced up at you, then back down at the food, then back at you before his eyes narrowed. You were both silent, but the look in his eyes spoke what his mouth would not. Finally, he swung his legs out of bed and got up, reaching for the sword he had hanging on the back of his door. You roughly grabbed his arm and forced him back down into bed, shocking him by your strength. “Felix Hugo Fraldarius. You’re not leaving this damn bed.” Your eyes met his, and as soon as he saw the fire ripping through your eyes, he closed his mouth and sat back. He’d never seen you this intense before, and he could also see the tears brimming in your eyes.

“(Y/N), I have to train. You know this.” He objected. Stubborn. Stubborn asshole!

“You also need to take care of yourself. Felix, please. You just slept for, like, 12 hours straight. You’ve lost so much weight, you need to bathe, you need to rest. Please. Just for today.” You took his hand, squeezing it ever so softly in your hand, feeling around the calluses on his palm. He opened his mouth to object, but seeing the broken look on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks, he couldn’t just brush you off and get up. He loved you more than that, even if he hadn’t been acting like it for a while, so wrapped up in his training. You were his soft spot. He let out a sigh, picked up some food, and was able to choke it down.

Relief flooded through you at that. He was going to eat. Going to rest. Going to recharge and stop taking everything so seriously. You excused yourself to the bathroom under the guise of running him a warm bath to take the ache off his muscles, but the whole time you got the water ready, you were sobbing to yourself. You were still so worried about him. So afraid that he would continue down this path of self destruction. What if something happened to you on the battlefield, and he was left on his own? What would he do? Would he work himself to death like he’d been doing the past few weeks? Felix took his bath as you washed his clothes and when he came out and got dressed, you couldn’t help but wrap him in a tight hug and tackle him down on the bed.

“Promise me you’ll start taking care of yourself. Please.” You whispered. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He smelled like himself again, a mix of lavender and spice. Felix sighed, burying his face in your hair. If it hurt you this badly, how could he just continue down this path?

“I promise. I… I’m sorry.” He whispered. How you brought this prideful, mulish man to apologize to you is beyond me, but you were definitely his soft spot. He cared for you so much he was willing to put down the pride and agree with you for once.

You two laid there for quite a while until you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms and the comfort of each other’s company. He’d forgotten how nice it felt to have a full belly, a warm bed, and the arms of his lover wrapped around him, keeping him safer than he’d ever felt.

songs i listened to while writing this:

ill be waiting for you by destery smith

cheer up baby by inhaler

the ruse and the caper by coyote theory (haha that’s what my username is. are they called usernames on tumblr. im stupid)

the secret life of me by waterparks

hippo in the water by mom jeans

welcome to my planet by pomplamoose

white trash millionaire by mom jeans

nervous young inhumans by car seat headrest

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Sudden Clarity

Prompts: can you do a story with human patton and giant monster boyfriends sides drlamp pls I would ❤ that - gengar467

Hi! I was wondering while I was rereading ‘Embrace of Darkness’ (it’s a masterpiece btw-) if you could make a continuation maybe where Patton asks exactly what Roman is and then with how awkward Roman is with explaining things to a human, trying his best to maybe show examples - anon

Read on Ao3 Masterlist (the other parts are on there, I swear)

Warnings: none??? allusions to past trauma but just in that you gotta be fragile with the patton

Pairings: roceit, platonic creativitwins, possibly also dlampr, who knows not me

Word Count: 5399

Humans are such…fascinating. And so emotional, aren’t they? Unfortunately for Patton, some creatures that don’t understand emotions want to…experiment.

Humans can be so fragile.

…and capable of a kind of strength those creatures could only dream of.

“Roman?”

Roman sits up from the grass, leaning on his elbows. “What is it, brave one?”

Patton reaches out and runs his hand through the sea of flowers that surrounds them. He chews on his lip. “Can I…ask a personal question?”

“Of course, you may.” Roman sits up more, brushing their shoulders together. “What can I do?”

“N-not for me.”

“You…want to ask a question about me?”

“Yes.”

Roman blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Very well, brave one. I’ll do my best to answer it.”

“Right.” Patton takes a deep breath. “And, um, if you don’t want to answer it—like, if it’s offensive or too personal or—“

“Patton,” Roman interrupts, gently knocking their shoulders again, “if I don’t want to answer it, I will tell you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, brave one.”

Patton toys with the flower stem next to his left shoe. “Okay.”

They sit in silence for a moment as the breeze ruffles through the field. Then Roman chuckles.

“I do not believe humans are capable of telepathic speech, brave one. You will have to ask your question out loud.”

He startles. “Right. Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, you’ve done nothing wrong.” A small nudge. “Even asking a question.”

“Roman!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “I won’t tease.”

Patton sighs, still fussing with the flower stem. After another moment, a warm hand comes up to cup his cheek, turning his face to Roman’s.

“What is it, brave one?”

“What are you?”

Roman blinks, pulling back a little. “What?”

Patton swallows, his cheeks growing warm. “I—I mean—I know you’re not human, probably not of an earthly descent at all, b-but I don’t—I, um—“

Roman waits patiently as he twists his hands together in his lap.

“I used to study Eldritch,” he blurts out, “b-before I, um, before I first—” His hands run over the silvery lines still etched into his fingers— “left.”

Roman’s hands come up to gently untangle his fingers, taking them in his own and rubbing softly. “I’m not offended, brave one, it’s a fine question to ask.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, sweet one.” Roman smiles. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask anything.”

Patton draws back, somewhat alarmed, only for Roman to tsk and squeeze his hands.

“Don’t be like that, little one, I didn’t mean anything by it.” He reaches up to brush a lock of his hair back. “Only that humans have a reputation for being incredibly curious and while you’ve made no secret of being fascinated with the realm…”

Patton nods.

“…I suppose I confess I’ve been a little disappointed that curiosity never extended toward me.”

“But I was curious! I just—I didn’t want—“

“I know that now, brave one,” Roman murmurs, ruffling his hair gently, “the only issue is now that you’ve asked, I’m…not sure how to answer.”

“Take your time. It’s okay. I can wait.”

“Thank you, sweet one.”

As Roman thinks, Patton finds himself running his fingers over Roman’s hands almost absentmindedly. They really do feel like human hands, with patches of rougher skin and softer skin, lines across his palms, everything as it should look. But Roman has said multiple times that this isn’t him. This is a body he’s made and maintained for Patton. To make it easier for the two of them to interact with each other, to make Patton feel safe.

The only time he’s left since arriving is, well…

Roman sighs, startling Patton—thankfully—out of that spiral of thinking and making him look up again.

“I must admit, now that you’ve actually asked,” he starts, rubbing his thumb along the curve of Patton’s hand, “I don’t actually know how to answer. Not because I think you unintelligent, but…”

He sighs, shoulders drooping and suddenly Patton is struck by how old Roman looks.

“You said you studied the Eldritch?”

“Yes. N-not extensively, it wasn’t my Focus or anything, but…yes.”

“Are you familiar, then, with Eldritch madness?”

Patton stiffens. Roman lets him go as soon as he twitches, not moving closer, not pushing, just waiting. He swallows. “Yes.”

“Have you—forgive me for prying, but have you…seen Eldritch madness before?”

He shakes his head. “There have been cases reported, but…we had safeguards. And there were always people on hand who knew how to treat it, at least…a bit.”

Roman nods. “And what do you know about it?”

Patton frowns. “Isn’t it just overexposure to the Eldritch? And its magic? You see it and you…go crazy?”

A small and crooked half-smile. “Not quite. If that were the case…I’m sorry, brave one, but you would be suffering from it right now.”

Patton shifts on the grass. “I’m…not, right?”

“No, no, brave one,” Roman says quickly, pleadingly holding out his hands until Patton takes them, “you’re untouched by it. You still possess your mind in all its faculties, you are entirely yourself.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and lets Roman squeeze his hands. “But then what is it?”

Roman shakes his head. “Eldritch madness does not come from witnessing an Eldritch phenomenon, it comes from understanding it.”

He tilts his head. “It what?”

“Your mind is not built to comprehend the enormities of what Eldritch are, nor the full extent of what we can do. If you tried—no, that’s not true. If you did, even for a moment, that is what causes the madness.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Forgive me,” Roman murmurs, “I am trying to describe this in a way that will answer your question without risking the madness overtaking you.”

“Because the more I understand, the greater the risk?”

“Quite.”

They sit in silence for another moment, before a look of realization crosses Roman’s face.

“Name a creature from your home that does not think.”

“What?”

“An animal, a creature, it doesn’t matter,” Roman repeats, “but that doesn’t think. Not like you, not like a human, just—one that doesn’t think.”

“Uh—“ Patton scrambles for something— “an ant.”

“An ant?”

“Yeah. They’re—well, they’re still pretty smart, but they’re not humans. They’re these little insects about this long—“ he holds his fingers almost touching— “and they have six legs and little antennae.”

Roman nods. “An ant, alright. If an ant were to see, let’s say, a…oh, dear, do you remember when your oven broke and we took it apart?”

“Yeah?”

“The—the part that made it work, the shiny pieces with the lines and circles.”

“The circuit board?”

“Yes, that’s it. If an ant saw a circuit board, it would be puzzled, perhaps, or intrigued, because it hadn’t seen something like it before, yes?”

Patton nods. Roman looks at him with a strange intensity.

“For a moment, now, imagine that it saw the circuit board like a human.”

“…what?”

“Yes,” Roman repeats, still staring, “it understood the function of a circuit board. It understood how it worked. It understood how it fit into the massive oven, into the world, into the universe. It understood everything.”

“But ants don’t have electricity. They don’t—they don’t have any of that.”

“Exactly.” Roman snaps his fingers. “And just like that, it’s over, and the ant is just an ant again.”

Patton frowns. “But does it…remember?”

“Bits and pieces, yes. Echoes of things it can’t possibly comprehend. What use can it make of this knowledge? What can it possibly do except try and seek it out again? To see the things it once did just one more time?”

Roman’s stare holds him in place. Something cold ruffles across the back of Patton’s neck.

“It will do anything,” Roman says softly, “to prove to itself, to others, to anyone that what it saw was real, was true. It can’t forget, it doesn’t want to forget. It wants to understand again. Nothing else in the tiny world matters. That is madness.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry, brave one—“ and the spell is broken, it’s just Roman again. Sweet, soft, gentle Roman who brushes warm fingers across his cheek— “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you alright?”

Patton nods, clumsily chasing after the warmth of Roman’s hand. Roman lets him, cupping his face.

“Good,” he murmurs, “I…I didn’t want to frighten you, I just wanted you to understand why the question troubled me.”

“No, no, I, um…I get it.” He bumps Roman’s hand with his chin. “Thanks for explaining.”

Roman nods. “Are you…satisfied with that? I can try—“

“I don’t want to understand,” Patton blurts out, “not if…not if it means that.”

Something relaxes Roman’s shoulders and he smiles, rubbing Patton’s cheek with his thumb. “That’s good, sweet one, that’s…good.”

“Can I hug you?”

Roman smiles and opens his arms, letting Patton scoot closer and rest his head in the crook of Roman’s neck. Hands come up to circle him, a soft question murmured in his ear about whether or not it’s alright for Roman to groom his wings.

“Yeah. Just…be gentle?”

“I will never do anything but,” Roman promises as his fingers start to card—gently!—through his wings.

The soft touches do wonders to soothe the remaining tremors in Patton’s mind, melting the knots of tension away as he nestles deeper into Roman’s embrace. Roman’s breath fans warm across his neck, the heartbeat strong and steady against Patton’s own chest. He drifts there, lightly dozing in the warm sun as Roman carefully tends to his wings.

After a while, he realizes Roman’s hands have left his wings, returning to his back to hold him steady.

“Brave one,” he hears Roman whisper, “are you awake?”

Speaking is hard. He’s just about to rouse the energy to reply when Roman sighs softly.

“No, I suppose not.” His nose brushes Patton’s temple. “Sweet one, I hate scaring you, I didn’t mean to.”

You didn’t, he wants to say, I know it’s just you.

“I hate denying you too,” Roman continues, “even though I can’t risk losing you to that madness. Oh, my brave one, I couldn’t bear it. I know at some point you will have to leave me, but oh, my sweet little one, please, stay with me a while longer.”

The vulnerable shudder in Roman’s voice rouses a deep part of Patton’s chest and he manages to snuggle a little closer. Roman gasps softly, tightening his grip.

“Oh, my brave one, you’re precious. You precious, precious thing…” A hand runs carefully up and down his back. “How did I get so lucky?”

I’m the lucky one, Patton thinks, that you found me.

Roman’s hand stills. “Oh…oh, that’s a possibility.”

He tangles a hand at the nape of Patton’s neck.

“Perhaps…perhaps I could show you…I could make it safe for you to see…you wouldn’t see too much…but you might find your curiosity sated…oh, brave one, I’ll have to ask you when you wake up.”

Patton summons enough will to drag himself out of the floaty warmth and blinks blearily up at Roman. “Ask me what?”

Roman startles. “Brave one, how long have you been awake?”

“A while,” he admits sheepishly as Roman sighs and shakes his head.

“Well, I suppose there go my plans to surprise you.” He ruffles his hair. “I think I may have a solution to your question that won’t risk you falling into madness.”

Patton nods.

“Do you…well, I’m not sure if you do,” Roman starts, “but when you…first fell into my realm, I…caught you.”

“Caught me?”

“Yes. I had to make somewhere for you to stay, after all, and I needed to learn about you to know what to make. So I…made a temporary place to do that.”

“Okay…?”

“It…it is less of a bubble than this place,” Roman continues, gesturing around, “it is…more transparent.”

“Transparent?” Patton’s eyes widen. “You mean I’d—it’s closer to what you actually look like?”

“Think of it as a gateway point. A meeting place between your world and mine.”

“Would I be able to see you?” Patton nudges his head with his. “The real you?”

“A…closer approximation, yes.”

“And would this—would I—“

Roman shakes his head. “This would not risk you falling into madness, no. You would simply see me in another form that might align with your studies of Eldritch a little more.”

Patton nods. “Can we go now?”

“N-now?”

He frowns. “Is there…something wrong with going now?”

“N-no, I just,” Roman stutters, “you have, well, up until now, you’ve preferred to give yourself time before doing something new, especially something daunting and new.”

Patton sits up, pulling away enough to reach out and cup Roman’s face in his hands. “You’ve been good to me since catching me. If you think this will be safe, I want to go now.”

Roman looks at him a moment longer before something bittersweet crosses his expression and he reaches up to cover Patton’s hands with his own. “Never let it be said you didn’t make me powerless.”

Before Patton can ask what that means, Roman stands, drawing him up too.

“I need you to close your eyes and hold onto me, brave one.”

Patton does as bid, closing his eyes and letting Roman’s arms wrap around him.

“This might feel a bit weird,” Roman warns, “but don’t let go and don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.”

Patton nods and suddenly the world is folding. The air presses tightly around him and reality slides over them like water. Iron stings the air around him, the tips of his fingers going numb as everything becomes too much and not enough all at once. Roman stays close, still holding him, and he clutches him for all he’s worth.

“Alright, brave one,” Roman murmurs after another moment, “we’re through now.”

Patton opens his eyes and gasps.

They’re standing atop a circular plinth with glowing lines etched into its surface. Little streams and pulses run around the edges, almost as if they’re alive. The plinth isn’t…stone, per se, but something more solid. Immovable, irrevocable, almost as if it’s been made out of a Fact itself.

He looks up past Roman’s shoulder and stares into a purple-blue aether. It stretches as far as he can see, glittering golden threads woven together along invisible highways of what must be Eldritch power. Even if he squints, they stretch on and on into the abyss.

“Brave one,” Roman murmurs, his arms still around him, “are you alright?”

“…Roman, it’s beautiful,” Patton breathes, reaching out to feel the air, “it’s…oh my goodness.”

Roman blushes. “Is it?”

“Yes!” He turns around to tell him that directly, only to freeze. “Oh…”

In front of him is a massive being. It hovers near the plinth, but that’s not quite the right way to describe it. The plinth, while about as big as the main island Patton’s used to, is barely the size of one of the being’s eyes. It hangs there, suspended in the midst of the threads, pulsing gently. The diagrams of Eldritch he remembers pale in comparison to the real thing. Arms that must be millions of miles long, more of them than he could ever count…

And yet it looks peaceful as it hangs there, slowly pulsing. A few of its arms support the plinth, a few more wrapped around the golden threads, every so often tugging one or two. After a few seconds, little spots of light begin to glow from its massive head.

Patton steps forward, spellbound. “Is that…you?”

A stronger flicker of lights as the Roman next to him answers. “Yes, that’s me.”

“You’re incredible.”

Several lights glow at once, a few pink in color. “You…think so?”

“Oh, Roman, you’re—you’re—“

Patton tries to take a step forward but the lights flicker out as Roman grabs his elbow.

“Don’t get too close,” he warns, “I don’t—I am fairly certain I won’t hurt you, but I do not know for sure that I can’t.”

Patton nods, letting Roman pull him back to safety. He still can’t stop staring.

“Patton?” Roman tugs him again with a new urgency. “Patton, look away.”

Confused, Patton does, turning his head to see fear written plainly across Roman’s features. “What?”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Roman breathes, reaching to cup Patton’s face, “I worried you were stuck. That I’d…miscalculated.”

“No, no, I’m—I’m fine, you’re just—“ Patton can’t help looking back— “you’re stunning.”

The pink lights are back, flaring brighter.

“No…no way…” Patton grins. “Is that how Eldritch blush?”

More lights as Roman coughs awkwardly next to him.

“It is!” Patton squeals and turns to cup Roman’s face in his hands. “That’s adorable!”

“I don’t recall teasing you this much about blushing,” Roman mumbles, a bit petulant.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Roman says, taking Patton’s hands from his cheeks, “but I will tease you about blushing in the future.”

“That’s fair.” He looks back at the being. “Can you—why does it—you, sorry—“

“It’s alright, brave one.”

“Why do you look like you’re sleeping?”

“Most of my consciousness that I’m focusing on is here.” Roman gently squeezes Patton’s sides. “Focused on this form, this body. So I can interact with you.”

“Oh. So if you let this form go, would the rest of you wake up?”

“…yes, that’s correct.” Roman sighs when Patton turns to him with pleading eyes. “You want to see, don’t you?”

“Please?”

“A few things, then,” he murmurs, “I will not be able to speak to you while I am not inhabiting this form. I will not risk touching your mind.”

“Okay.”

“I will not open my eyes all the way. It will be enough to see you and enough for you to see me, but opening my eyes all the way could risk madness and I won’t do that.”

“Okay.”

“And if at any point, you want to return to your islands, strike the ground three times.” Roman crouches and pats the center of the plinth three times. “Like that. I’ll bring you back, just close your eyes and you’ll be safe.”

“Okay.”

Roman reaches out and pats his cheek one more time. “I’ll only be a moment.”

Patton’s eyes widen as Roman’s form begins to dissolve into threads. One moment he’s there, the next motes of glowing light emanate from where he stood, echoing around and around the plinth.

Behind him, there’s a low rumble.

He turns around and the being stirs, arms rippling and rippling as it begins to wake. Slowly, so slowly, its head raises until the eyes are level with the plinth, the sheer size of the being enough to make Patton’s breath catch in his throat.

Its eyes crack open and stare at him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, “oh, Roman, you’re—oh my god.”

Another rumble that sounds suspiciously like Roman’s chuckle as lights glimmer in the being’s head. The arms ripple lazily alongside the plinth as they look at each other.

Patton could happily stay here, just looking at this incredible being, seeing it move and thrum and listen to the soft tingle of the threads as it tugged them back and forth, but there’s another low rumble as Patton sinks to the ground.

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, eyes still fixed on Roman’s, “I just…I needed to sit.”

Lights run along the plinth.

“No, look—“ he averts his gaze— “see? I can look away and everything, I’m fine, I just…you’re really cool.”

The plinth under him thrums with another chuckle. He runs his hand along one of the grooves.

“Is this…also part of you? Or did you just make this?” He pauses. “Is that…is that different?”

Roman’s arms reach out and carefully fun along the edge of the plinth.

“Oh…I see. So it’s something you made separate from that body?”

Another rumble.

“This is so cool,” he mumbles, mostly to himself, “this is so…so cool.”

He looks up in time to see the lights glimmer again.

“Can you—can I hug you?”

The being pauses, before a few blue lights flicker near its eyes.

“Not while you’re like this,” he mumbles, “okay.”

The lights on the plinth flicker again and threads begin to weave themselves together. Before long, the Roman he’s used to stands in front of him again, reaching out to pull him into his arms.

“Sorry, brave one,” he murmurs into his hair, “but I…”

“You can’t make sure I’m safe, I know.”

“Not even from an Eldritch place. Humans can be so fragile, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patton giggles, looking back up at the now-sleeping being. “I think I get what you mean a bit more now. Your eye is like…fifty of me.”

“At least,” Roman agrees. “Does this answer your question a little, brave one?”

Before Patton can respond, however, Roman’s head jerks up and he stares off into the distance.

“What is it?”

Roman doesn’t respond. Even the lights freeze. Then he’s cupping Patton’s hands.

“Remember what I told you,” he murmurs before he’s gone and the being is stirring again, its eyes fixed on the same spot.

Patton turns, heart in his throat, only to gasp when something stirs in the darkness.

Instinctively, he backs up, trying to get closer to Roman, inhaling so sharply it almost sounds like a scream as another huge thing looms in front of the plinth.

Roman rumbles behind him, loud enough to make Patton wince, only for green lights to glow from the other Eldritch’s head. Roman seems to settle behind him, leaving him dazed and confused. What’s happening? Is this bad? Does he need to leave?

The other being reaches an arm toward the plinth and threads begin to connect it. Lights flicker up and down its arms until another shape begins to form.

Patton squints. “…Remus?”

“Hello, little one,” Remus says, raising a tentacle and waving, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay, I, um…just wasn’t expecting…another.”

Remus chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. “Roman is currently yelling at me about that, yes, I’m aware. I’m sorry for scaring your human, Roro.”

“Wait, you can hear him?”

Remus taps his temple. “We’re both Eldritch, little one, he doesn’t have to worry about going into my mind.”

“Oh.” He shuffles a bit. “Um, why are you here?”

“Oh, I felt Roro moving around for the first time in a while, so I figured I’d come and see what’s up.”

“You can…feel that?”

“Roro described us as brothers, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. We can…feel each other.”

“Is that how he knew you were coming?”

“Nah. We’re able to feel others getting close to us.” Remus pauses, his head turning slightly. “Yeah, yeah, I get that you’re trying to minimize the madness risk, I’m not explaining anything dangerous!”

“Is he still talking to you?”

A slightly sharper smile crosses Remus’s face as he looks at Roman floating by the plinth. “Yeah, and he’s really upset he can’t talk to you too.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, relax, Roro, I’m not gonna.”

“Gonna what?”

“Hey, hey,” Remus says, softer now, reaching out slow enough for Patton to pull away, “I’m just teasing Roman. I won’t hurt you and I won’t risk madness, okay?”

“Okay.”

Remus pauses, then chuckles. “He’s asking me to give you a hug for him.”

Patton steps forward and lets Remus wrap his arms around him. Roman rumbles and the plinth glows under their feet, thrumming slightly.

“This is really cool,” Patton mumbles into Remus’s shoulder, “like…really cool.”

Remus laughs. “I’m glad you think so, little one. Your wings look great.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m not flirting with your human, Roro, calm down.”

Patton giggles as the next rumble sounds a bit indignant.

“I’m not, I promise, I just—“

All sound stops.

Patton looks around, trying to figure out what’s going on, only for Roman to let out a low growl as Remus pushes Patton behind him.

“What’s going on?”

“The others are coming,” Remus mutters, “they want to know what we’re so interested in over here.”

Others. More of them. A slimy echo makes Patton’s heart clench. Remus squeezes his hand tightly.

“Should I go?”

“They’ll notice if we fold you out,” Remus mutters back, “Roman would keep you safe, but…they’d probably stick around to find out what’s going on.”

“So I should stay.”

Remus hesitates but Roman rumbles behind him. “Yeah…probably.”

Okay.

Patton swallows and steels himself, lifting his chin and waiting behind Remus. Roman rumbles, lights flickering around his feet for a moment. He doesn’t need Remus to translate what that means.

I’ve got you.

“Roman said you two could move through each other’s realms because you’re brothers,” he mutters to Remus, “does that mean the others can’t?”

“No, but they can send bits of themselves.”

“Bits…like you?”

“Yeah.” Remus tenses as several tendrils of darkness reach for the plinth. “Like me.”

The tendrils reach the plinth. Patton’s heart is in his throat as the threads slowly begin to knit together.

The first one to materialize is…well, honestly, it kind of looks like one of his professors. The figure has on a dark suit with a blue tie and a pair of glasses. He steps forward and considers Patton, tilting his head.

“A human,” he murmurs and wow that’s a deep voice, “how interesting. A sacrifice?”

The second one has less of a defined shape, loosely contained in what looks like an approximation of a hoodie. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Come on, you know that’s not Princey’s style.”

Patton leans to whisper to Remus. “Princey?”

“Nickname for Roman,” he whispers back, “that’s Logan and Virgil, respectively.”

The third figure materializes and Patton’s eyes widen at the black suit, gold cane, and six arms.

“Oh, come now,” and oh, no, really not now gay panic, really not now, “surely he’s warmed up to the idea after all this eternity, no? This is a pretty one, too.”

Nope. No, thank you, gay panic, I would like my heart to stay in its assigned bodily cavity, no need for any of this.

The third one grins, light glinting off his teeth, as his eyes glow yellow.

“Come, little—“

Something reaches into the pit of Patton’s stomach, makes him step forward, no—

A blast of red energy makes the third figure flinch as Remus growls. Roman growls warningly behind him as the third figure stands up again.

“Ooh, protective, aren’t we?”

“Can you blame him,” Logan says softly, eyes still on Patton, “the human is fascinating.”

“Does it have a name? Do humans have names?” Virgil shudders a little on the plinth. “Roman, have you named it?”

“Patton,” Patton says, “my name is Patton.”

“It speaks,” the third figure says softly, raising a hand an extending it, “come, Patton.”

“Keep your paws off him, Janus,” Remus says lowly, “he’s not your property.”

Janus rolls his eyes. “He’s not yours either, Remus, and yet you’re the one acting like a guard dog. Why doesn’t Roman make one of these and come down himself?”

“Roman is ensuring he can kick us out at any time, Janus,” Virgil says.

“I know that.”

“Then why ask?”

“I was being sarcastic!”

Logan steps forward, his movements careful and controlled, a soft smile on his face. He stops as Roman thrums and Remus growls.

“My apologies for them,” he murmurs as Virgil and Janus continue to bicker, “they can be…a lot.”

“I’ll say,” Patton mumbles.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Logan continues, “I have not met a human in a long time.”

He holds out his hand.

Okay. Okay. He can do this. Patton takes a deep breath and steps around Remus, taking Logan’s hand.

It’s warm, solid.

“Remarkable,” Logan says quietly, cupping Patton’s hand in his, “you are remarkable.”

Gay panic, I’m going to need you to stop.

“And your wings,” Logan murmurs, “were you born with them?”

“Uh, no. I, um...” I would like my ability to speak back, thank you. “E-extra energy?”

“Ah, I see.” Logan smiles and tilts his head, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “Why are you blushing?”

Oh, dear. “I—um—well—I—“ Patton swallows. “This is the first time I’ve seen Roman like this and I didn’t know Remus was going to be here and now there’s…more of you.”

“Additional unexpected stimulus,” Logan says, “I understand.”

He glances at Virgil and Janus, still bickering.

“I apologize. This must be a lot for you.”

“…a little bit, yes.”

“I understand that you are very precious to Roman,” Logan says softly, “and to Remus, as well.”

“You’re damn right.”

“I can assure you that I will not harm you,” he says firmly, squeezing Patton’s hand again, “nor will I see it that any harm befall you here.”

“O-oh. Th-thank you.”

Logan bows his head in a deep nod. “I cannot promise, however, that the others will stop bickering.”

“Oi!”

“We heard that!”

Logan lifts an eyebrow as if to say ‘see?’ Patton giggles. Logan turns and gestures at the space between them.

“You both have shapes, use them.”

Virgil’s the first to shrug and make his way across the plinth. “Hey. Patton, right? I’m Virgil. Princey’s my…neighbor.”

“O-okay.”

“Haven’t seen a human in a while.” Virgil looks him up and down. “Cool. Wings yours too?”

“They are now, I think.”

“Cool.” Virgil glances over his shoulder. “Stop sulking and get over here.”

“I do not sulk,” Janus declares, walking over nonetheless, “and I do not appreciate the attempted character assassination.”

Patton waits, tensing a little as Roman pulses against the plinth. Janus stops in front of him, a smirk on his face.

“Why so red, little human?”

“Additional stimuli.”

“He’s not used to it.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Oh, for the love of—“ Janus rolls his eyes again. “You’re all useless.”

“Just say hi, Janus,” Logan groans, “stop trying to be dramatic. Roman’s on edge enough as it is.”

“Wonder why that could be.”

“Well, it’s—“

“Sarcasm. It’s sarcasm.”

Virgil winks at Patton as Janus shakes himself and offers a hand.

“Hi,” Patton says, offering his too, “it’s…nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Janus looks him over. “I can see why Roman is so protective of you.”

“Y-you can?”

A filthy smile and Patton would like to uninstall his gay panic, please, “oh, yes, my darling, I can.”

Roman rumbles in warning and Janus chuckles which is not helping.

“Oh, alright, I’m done.”

“You’d better be,” Remus growls, “this isn’t about you three.”

“Roman hasn’t moved in a while,” Logan says, “we were curious.”

“And now your curiosity has an answer. Shoo.”

Virgil rolls his eyes and tips Patton a lazy salute. “We’ll be back.”

“Not unless Roman invites you.”

“Not unless Roman invites us,” Logan agrees, taking both Virgil and Janus by the elbow and dragging them to the edge of the plinth, “it was excellent to meet you, Patton.”

Patton just waves bemusedly as the three of them dissolve. Roman settles behind him as Remus chuckles.

“I think you’re about to get answers to more questions you didn’t ask.”

“I think,” Patton says, staring after them, “I’m fine not asking any more for a little bit.”

“Good,” Roman’s voice says from behind him, “because I’m not inclined to share you with anyone else right now.”

“Hey, what about me!”

Remus gets his answer in the way Patton whirls around and throws himself into Roman’s arms.

He’s aware enough of Remus leaving and Roman folding them back to the islands, but he doesn’t look up from Roman’s chest when Roman says it’s alright.

“Brave one? Brave one, are you okay?” Roman’s hands flutter anxiously around his head. “Are you hurt at all?”

“No, no, ‘m fine. Jus’…”

He sighs and snuggles into Roman’s hold.

“Missed you.”

“Oh, brave one,” Roman murmurs, a kiss pressed to his forehead, “I missed you too.”

“Come cuddle with me?”

“For as long as you want, sweet one, as long as you want.”

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just-another-random-cloud · 2 years

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A Few thoughts on Monster High Movie (and the story I came up with)

so, as you know, the live-action Monster High movie came out and... it was something.

Now, I’m not here to criticize the movie, the actors, the CGI or anything, but I have to admit that it haves (many, many) plot holes, and the story and world-building disappointed me a little.

So, me and my friends ended up making a different story, just for fun. And since I’m too lazy to write a whole fanfiction about it, there goes some of my ideas (It’s not the whole movie, or else I would be writing the equivalent of the whole Lord of The Rings saga in one post)

Obviously, this will contain spoilers, so I recomend whatching the movie first

(I loved the school visual, btw)

I’ll start saying that I simply love Jekyll and Hyde. Is easily my favorite gothic novel, and my favorite horror story. It was a pleasant surprise to find them there, but... it didn’t live long.

I liked the fact that Hyde had been in the world of the monsters, the first place he was accepted, only to be shunned again when they found out his secret. Despite him being a alumni, what bothered me a little, but I’ll talk more about it later.

Now, the twist of Mr. Komos being Hyde’s secret son or something broke me.

It didn’t made much sense for me, but it’s not like MH already had an character based in Jekyll/Hyde that struggled with being half-human half-monster...

oh, wait...

So, yea. There would be now 4 ‘main’ characters, with Holt replacing Clawdeen’s struggle of ‘being both and neither at the same time’. Clawdeen would have a different one, but still be instrumental for the story.

The story would focus in four characters: Holt/Jackson, Frankie, Clawdeen and Draculaura.

Clawdeen: Coming from a long, long lineage of werewolves, having plenty of brothers and sisters that excel in everything they do, Clawdeen goes to Monster High determined to be more than “Clawd’s Sister, Clawdia’s Sister”. She wants to build her name as Clawdeen Wolf, the best fashion designer the monsterkind ever seen, what proves to be a challenge, since her brother, the star of the basketball team, seem to take all the spotlights.

Draculaura: Having been homeschooled for all her life, Drac is met with some resistence when she tries to make new friends. She’s not sure of what people may think of her, and for the most she tries to be nice, people just doesn’t seem to pay much mind for her. She wants to find her place, find people that let her in (no pun intended).

Frankie: Having only 15 days of life, Frankie doesn’t know a lot about how the world works. They are curious about all those new experiences, but it just seem like they can’t fit in, even with all their pre-programed knowledge. They often talk with their father, Frankenstein’s Creature (or Adam to the closest friends), but things get a bit complicated when he knows about Frankie’s new friend...

Holt: He had been struggling with DPD all his life, althrough, thanks to his grand, grand, grand, grand grandfather, his slipt is a little more... literal. Too afraid to live in the world of the humans, Holt manages to control himself enough to try his luck in the world of the monsters and try to fit in Monster High, despite his mother’s protests. Apparently, something horrible happened to Grandfather Edward while he was there, but she never talks further about it. Now, if he can only control himself enough so his human half, Jackson, won’t surface...

Now, let’s talk about Bruno- I mean- Hyde.

Considering that both Hyde and Dracula are from the Victorian era, I came up with an different idea

Hyde wouldn’t be a alumni, but one of Monster High’s founders, alongside Dracula and Frankenstein’s Creature. (Since they are considered the Big Three of classic horror)

Acording to the original story, Hyde was shunned by society for his frightening appearance. Despite no one being able to say what was wrong with him, they all saw him as a monster and hated him instantly. What made him be found by Drac and Adam, thinking he was a monster like them.

Hyde had no one else to turn to, so he just went with them.

The three became fast friends, especially bonding about how humanity hated them.

They then came with the idea of founding a school to teach other monsters (because....two bored Victorian guys (and one Georgian -Frankenstein was before Victorian era) with nothing else to do, I guess.)

Out of the three, Hyde and Adam bounded fastly with each other, due to both being dark-science experiments and stuff. Hyde even helped Adam to finish the creation Victor left unfinished: the Creature’s Bride, Eve. Hyde trusted Adam enough to tell him about Jekyll, and to keep his secret.

Now, before we pat Hyde too hard on his backs, know that he isn’t entirely good. He’s more or less moraly grey. He used his transformation into Jekyll to live between the humans, searching ways to retaliate in case they wanted to start a war against monsterkind

I’m giving Hyde the Chara treatment here

However, his secret is soon revealed when he couldn’t control his transformation in front of the students, school staff and other founders. They imediatelly assume that he had been working for the humans to destroy the monsters all along, and put him in trial.

Adam knows that Jekyll/Hyde is innocent, but he knows that if he speak on his favour, the crowd may as well turn against him. So he stays quiet during the whole trial, even when Hyde begged him to say something.

Jekyll/Hyde is exiled to the human world, where he lives in hiding for a few years before bein executed by the humans.

Hyde basically turns into Monster High’s Bruno, a cautionary tale about a human who tried to sneak in the monster world and paid the price. All the portraits in wich he appeared with the other founders where stained, and there was not a statue of him in the founder’s hall, like they had with Dracula and Frankenstein’s monster. It’s said that Hyde’s ghost still haunts the school to this day.

When Komos tells this story in class, Holt sweats in fifteen different monster languages. So that’s why his mother never talks about Grandpa Edward.

Similar to the original, Frankie is the one to find out about Jackson. His mother had warned him about the Frankensteins (because of Adam’s betrayal, the Hydes -what remained of them- hate the Frankensteins with a burning passion), but Frankie is so nice he gives them a chance

Frankie helps Jackson/Holt with Hyde’s diary, being able to translate the code (plot twist, their father taught them since it was the code he and Hyde used all the time) to help him find the secret laboratory (I think it would make more sense if the lab had been built by a founder instead of a alumni)

When Adam starts acting a bit skittish with Frankie whenever they talk about Holt, they start doing some digging in old photos. What isn’t their surprise when they compares a photo of Holt’s grandfather with a wedding photo from Frankie’s parents wedding, and see there, clear as day, Edward F-ing Hyde standing there as the best man (ooooh drama)

Later on, when Clawdeen and Draculaura notice that they’re acting very strange, Frankie spill the tea and tell them about Holt/Jackson, and, for their surprise, the two girls accept to help them.

Frankie tells it to Holt, who reacts pretty badly, since they broke their promise to keep it a secret. Out in rage, he mutters under his breath ‘mom was right to say the Frankensteins weren’t trustworthy.’ This obviously hurts Frankie deeply and they run off, with Holt realizing too late what he had done.

After searching for them, Holt/Jackson appologises, telling Frankie that he was too scared to have the same fate as his grandfather, and it’s okay if they never want to talk with him again, but he recognizes they just wanted to help and he feels horrible for what he said. Frankie also appologises for going behind his backs, they should have asked if he was comfortable with more people knowing, first. Fast foward to the end, they find out that it was Jackson’s hand who could open the vault, etc etc, they find the potion TM. In the end, Holt refuses to drink it, since erasing Jackson would be erasing a major, important part of him, and he finally acepts himself for who he is.

When Komos appear, drink the potion and turn into that disfugured monster, Holt’s like ‘Boy, good thing I didn’t drink that stuff’

Turns out the potion was really, reeeealy out of the date (coughVictorianEracough) and caused some... side efects.

Komos is not directly Hyde’s son like in the movie, instead a descendent like Holt/Jackson, but he still wants revenge on both the monsterkind and humankind. He also gives Holt/Jackson a few jabs since Holt haves a human counterpart and Komos doesn’t

even faster foward to the end, Holt/Jackson’s secret is revealed, and a few days later Headmistress Bloodgood guides him to a room in the school. Jackson is certain he’ll be put in trial like his grandfather, but what isn’t his surprise to find Dracula and Adam there, before both reveal a final statue in the hall of the founders, or, rather, two. A large, middle-aged man and a shorter, younger man, back to back. Thanks to Frankie’s persuation, Adam finally comes clear and helps translate Hyde’s journal, cleaning his name. A new rule is made about accepting anyone with a ‘true monster heart’, no mather if they were human or not. Everybody celebrates (whoooo) Post credits scene, the camera approaches slowly from Jekyll and Hyde’s statues... Until they open their glowing, empty green eyes. A sound of chains being dragged and the laugh of two men can be heard. The camera goes black, and two voices sound in the emptiness, “Finally!! Free!”

So yea. just a few ideas about world building that I had. I didn’t cover everything, of course, but just some things here and there

...I may draw some concepts some day. Or not.

Anyways, Happy Halloween!

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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hi, can i request for something again? jay uses the reader as a rebound but then falls in love with her but she finds out. a lot of ignoring, snot and tears involved but he’s able to win him back. angsty with fluffy ending please, thank u 🫶🏻🫶🏻

😫💔 this made me 😢

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It’s only been a month since Jay had broken up with his girlfriend but he was already on the prowl.

Assuring people around him he wasn’t looking for anything serious, they were surprised when he showed up one day with you in tow.

You looked nothing like the rebound girl he said he would be going for.

“Yo, Jay! You need to stop seeing that girl!” Kiseok had said one night. Although it was very casual for Jay, Kiseok could see that you were falling for him. Hard.

“It’s fine. Even if I tell her I’m too busy to date and break up with her, she’ll understand and won’t make a fuss.”

All Jay wanted was to momentarily soothe his bruised ego but didn’t think you would be able to weave your way into his heart.

It happened slowly and so naturally, Jay didn’t even notice he was falling in love with you. Whenever he stayed in the studio until late at night, you made sure to drop by with food or have food delivered there and call him to make sure he ate something. You picked him up from his late night workout sessions at the gym, talking on the ride home. He appreciated the fact that you were completely fine with staying in and didn’t need to go clubbing with him to show him off. You would spend your free evenings together, cooking and chatting, just being content in its other’s company.

“Dude, be honest. You love her!” Kiseok had blurted out one day in the studio. Jay and him met there, not to work but to catch up, with the conversation quickly changing to you.

“She’s nice. She’s caring.” Jay said with a shrug. Although he felt it too, he was unsure if he wanted to built a relationship on a lie.

“Just tell her how you feel man. Be honest. I think she’ll understand.”

“Oh yeah, that’s an excellent idea. Oh, babe, btw, you were the rebound girl. That’ll go over well!”

There was a loud thud, and both men looked at each other.

“What was that?” Jay asked but Kiseok just shrugged.

Hours later, Jay was on his way to you, trying to call you to ask you if you were home, but he always got the busy signal.

When he arrived at your place he saw light at your window. He rang the doorbell. No answer. Called again. Still no answer.

“What the hell?”

He assumed the worst. That you were laying unconscious in the shower after slipping and hurting your head. Quickly he tried another doorbell and apologized to the stranger, saying his girlfriend didn’t answer her phone and that he needed to check if she was okay.

Panic-driven, he ran up the stairs, banging at your door.

He heard noises from the other side, and for a brief moment felt relieved.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Open the door.”

When the neighbors started poking their heads out their doors, Jay gave up and left. He tried to call you again several times that night, but you never answered.

This continued for a few days, even his label mates at AOMG wondered why you weren’t visiting anymore. After a week of silence, Jay decided to drop by your place after his workout. As fate would have it, in that moment you just walked up to your building after a quick run to the convenience store.

“Babe? Y/N?” He called after you but you ignored him. He caught up despite having sore legs and grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and look at him.

He saw your red and tear-stained face and assumed someone in your family had gotten sick or maybe you were fired.

“What do you want?” You yelled at him. He was taken aback and stuttered when he replied.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me!”

“I don’t want to see you.” You said with a teary voice.

Yet you didn’t protest when Jay followed you all the way to your apartment, listening to your sniffles, wondering if he had done something wrong.

“You really don’t know what you did, do you?” You halted in front of your door, looking sternly at Jay.

“I really have no idea. Please tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it!”

You smiled wearily and rolled your eyes. “I heard you. When you talked to Kiseok oppa. You called me your rebound girl. And to think that I-” Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I can explain.”

“Really? Let’s hear it then!” You had a full blown meltdown, crying uncontrollably, blubbering as you spoke.

Somehow Jay convinced you to unlock the door so you could talk inside. He was pacing the floor, trying to gather his thoughts while you were going through a box of tissues.

“I had only been broken up for a month before we met. It’s true, I didn’t see myself starting something serious but over time I fell in love with you.”

“Liar! I heard you telling Kiseok oppa that you would break up with me. You had already planned it!”

He shook his head viciously, trying to convince you.

“I don’t want to break up with you. Baby, please! Believe me. I’m in love with you!”

You dried your eyes and focused your gaze on him. He was a mess too. His eyes teary like your own.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

He smiled a little and slowly inched towards you. Carefully he picked up your hand, placing it over his fast-beating heart. The tears were glistening in his eyes and he was nervous.

You waited for him to say something to convince you but he just kept looking at you, trying desperately to silently communicate with you. When you smiled back at him, his whole face lit up and the walls you had built around your aching heart came crumbling down. You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his waist. His hands stroked your hair and you cried in relief, mumbling into the fabric of his sweater. “I love you, too!”

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fuckyeahilike · 2 years

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Some ten years ago there was a legitimate Twilight “fan” tumblr (legitimate as in not a Twilight-themed blog that bullies the author and her books, which is the norm). It was written by someone who claimed, truthfully, to be neither a super fan nor a hater, she was just trying to address all the unwarranted hate the book got. Yes, someone was trying, bless her. Twilight was first published in 2005 and everyone who read it and enjoyed it had moved on since. It was a fad, for goodness sake, and it was over, oh so over, guys. So her main question was, what do the haters want? Why won’t they move on?

Any feminist paying attention could have told her why: it’s because love ends but hatred of women lasts forever.

Twilight was loved by thousands of fans all over the world once. And not a single one of those girls whose childhoods were touched by Twilight ever showed up to Smeyer’s defense. Not even when her “critics” started to show their true far-right fascist nature by banning her books from libraries and burning them, and turning into dogma a string of lies that actual readers of the books know full well are defamations.

When a few short years later the exact same process was repeated with JK Rowling - right down to their books being burned in the same pyres - I was the least surprised person in the world. But it still shocks me that women have no friends. The myth of the knight in shining armour who shows up to defend the princess has to be one of the biggest farces I ever heard. Even JK only has gender critics on her side because she became the visible face for that cause. No one shows up for Smeyer because she is only the face for her books.

Every day I think of witches burned at the stake and I understand with horrifying clarity why this was once a form of entertainment. Burning Smeyer’s books is a form of entertainment. Hating women is a form of entertainment, violent sexist fascists bond with one another over their shared hatred of people born with vaginas instead of penises, and their shared determination to silence them. There are so many women among them.

The last Twilight book burning I heard of was in 2022 (see above). Women like her get rape threats and death threats every day, it’s horrifying.

In 2022, if you’re feeling sad and depressed one totally socially acceptable way to cheer yourself up is to call for the murder of a female intellectual. Strangers will come out of the woodwork and agree with you and laugh out loud with you that you can never have too much femicide and that the less books written by women exist, the better.

The above death threat ("why hasnt stephanie meyers been assassinated yet") was written by a gay woman, BTW. Lesbians are still persecuted both for being gay and for being women, right? That’s still a thing. You’d think this would give them an extra bit of empathy but you’d be wrong about that.

In a way I’m glad that there is no class loyalty among women, because it would make it harder to tell apart those who come to the defense of women out of sincere belief and those who are simply peer pressured against their will to feign a loyalty that they don’t have. No one ever shows up, though. Hell is quite empty.

#Stephenie Meyer #jk rowling #misogyny #feminism #literature #twilight #Harry Potter #there ought to be a special name for when women betray other women #lesbians

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Hi, fellow Radiohead enjoyer! If it's not too late for an album ask, then I'm sending you 'In Rainbows', 'Ok Computer' and 'Hail to the Thief'. Btw, feel free to ask me about Radiohead too if you want, I love them so much!

Hey there! No, it’s not too late to ask, so thanks for doing so! I LOVE rambling about music and whatnot, so thanks for the excuse!

IN RAINBOWS

Fave song: alrighty, so In Rainbows is my favorite Radiohead album so picking a favorite is a bit difficult. I’d probably have to go with either Bodysnatchers or Jigsaw Falling Into Place, it tends to fluctuate between the two.

Favorite lyric: I’d probably have to give it to “I’m alive” in Bodysnatchers, which is boring when I write it down, but the way he screams it is just *mwah* chefs kiss. The line in Weird Fishes “why should I stay, no why should I stay” is also delivered really well

Song that makes me cry: Videotapes and Nude. I don’t feel like I have to elaborate on that.

Song that’s a bop: also Bodysnatchers, but 15 Step in particular also makes me do a little boogie.

Song I like the least: probably House of Cards? Idk, there’s not too much there to talk about, but it’s still a sweet song.

OK COMPUTER

Favorite Song: Paranoid Android, not even a question. Maybe it’s the sound, maybe it’s how it describes a chaotic mind that won’t shut up that I relate to a lot, or maybe it’s my deep love for Ergo Proxy. Either way, it’s a 10,

Favorite Lyric: easily “everywhere you turn, I’ll be there, open up your skull, I’ll be there, climbing up the walls,” from Climbing Up The Walls. God, it’s such an accurate way of describing anxiety - your whole brain feels like a haunted house, and there’s something inside. Honorable mention goes to “hey man, slow down!” From The Tourist, the delivery is amazing.

Song that makes me cry: Take a fucking guess, it’s No Surprises. Genuinely one of the most heartbreaking songs I’ve ever heard. If I’m ever super emotional and need a good cry, that’s the song I turn on, specifically the acoustic cover.

Song that’s a bop: tbh I wouldn’t really describe any songs from OK Computer as a bop? I guess the closest we have is Electroneering (super underrated btw)

least favorite: ok, this is gonna get me crucified by some people, but I’ve never been the biggest fan of Karma Police. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good song, but it just kinda feels a lot more drab and boring then everything else on the album. I’ve always just kinda found it a lesser version of Paranoid Android.

Unfortunately, The King Of Limbs is the album I have not listened to the whole way through yet. So far, the songs I’ve heard out of order have been alright, but I’ll have to see how I feel about it as a whole when I finally sit down and listen to it.

anyhow, thanks for asking!

#Sophi rambles #radiohead #ok computer #in rainbows #the king of limbs #yeah in general I’m a huge music nerd so feel free to ask me about artists and all that #my tastes are all over the place tho lmao #one week I kept bouncing back and forth between Kendrick Lamar and Snail’s House #which was fun

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating | 3

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + osamu + suna + (gn!reader)

requests: can you do a part 2 to the 'he finds out you hooked up with his best friend' with iwaizumi, suna and bokuto ? thank you and i LOVE your page 💞• by anonymous + s skfhsk s please do a they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating for suna osamu (even better if yn hooked up with his twin omfg) and akaashi 🥺 i love your writing please i will pass away • by anonymous

warnings: the second one is a lil angsty and the last two have suggestive tings

notes: y’all are too sweet, everyone is 18+ in this! (i’d already gotten another request for bokuto by the time i got the first request so he’s in pt two) + they’re all different lengths btw sorry abt that <3

part one | part two | part three

akaashi:

so you and bokuto hooked up like way before you and akaashi started dating

it was in high school but it wasn’t like there were any feelings involved

...okay maybe he ended up getting a lil crush on you but he got over it

your friends had dared you to hook up with someone to loosen up and you were too nervous to ask your real crush, akaashi (plus you’re not even sure if he was at that party)

and bokuto was kinda chatting u up so u thought why not

(this was before akaashi let him know that he liked you)

it wasn’t until one day that the three of you were hanging out that akaashi found out about it

bokuto had been talking to you and his best friend about this girl he met at a café, he wanted to ask her out but he wasn’t sure how to go about it, so he was asking you two for advice.

“i’m thinking i take her to watch the stars and then i can swoop in and do my special move. that’ll have her swooning for sure, right?” he smiled to himself and looked at you both as if for reassurance that he was going about this the right way.

akaashi was about to respond when you spoke up first.

“that thing you do with your tongue?” bokuto nodded, his brows raised up and down, showcasing his confidence. you shook your head immediately, “that’s a little too bold to do right away don’t you think?”

he deflated a bit, “well... i’m not––” he backpedaled, looking to the side to cover his tracks, “not gonna do it right away...after... a couple dates maybe?”

before you could say anything else, akaashi spoke up, placing a hand on your thigh to get your attention. you turned to see him looking at you intently, brows slightly furrowed, a small frown on his face.

“how do you know about his special move?”

“oh, um...” you blinked a few times and then looked back to bokuto. “we kind of hooked up?” you turned back to your boyfriend and you could see the thoughts processing in his mind. “it was only once though–”

“and what a time it was!–”

you turned back to look at the loud boy incredulously and he shrugged. “what? i’m just saying you know what you’re doing–”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re not helping here.” you turned to face akaashi fully, taking his hand in yours. you noticed he was a little tense, clearly uncomfortable. “if it makes you feel any better, it’s not like i liked him or anything...to be honest i would’ve hooked up with you that day if i was brave enough to ask you...”

he looked up at you, eyes wide and quickly glanced down, his cheeks turning pink.

bokuto spoke up, “wait a minute, so i was second choice?” he crossed his arms and sunk down in his seat, mumbling to himself like a kid.

you were about to make a comment when you felt akaashi raise your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. he gave you a soft smile, “i would’ve liked that...i was too scared to ask you out for a while, bokuto-san is actually the one who convinced me to in the end, so i guess he’s off the hook for using his move on you...”

bokuto perked up again, “oh great!–”

he pulled you closer to his side, his face serious. “but don’t ask y/n for any more kissing advice or i’m kicking you out.”

iwaizumi:

when iwa found out that you and oikawa hooked up before you started dating, admittedly he felt a little jealous

but it was mostly just his insecurities, he was used to everyone fawning over his best friend

and the thought that you were potentially one of those people wasn’t surprising but it kinda upset him

what if you wanted to leave him for oikawa?

you and oikawa were actually the ones who told him that you’d hooked up, while the three of you were hanging out at your place, not thinking much of it since it was a one and done kind of thing for both of you

but you’d noticed the way he’d gotten a bit quieter afterwards, the way he seemed a bit more tense

you waited until oikawa went home to say something

he came back to sit on the couch after locking the door behind his friend and you turned to him. “baby?”

he grunted, eyes focused on his lap.

“look at me please?” your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but listen, looking up into your eyes sheepishly. you put a hand on his arm, “what’s wrong? i can tell something’s bothering you.”

he looked away and shook his head once, “it’s nothing i just...”

you squeezed his arm reassuringly and he sighed. “just started thinking about you and... shittykawa.”

you moved to sit in his lap and his arms immediately came around to hold you. you placed a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes fondly and sternly to get the message across. “haji listen to me, i love you and only you. i would never leave you, okay?”

he nodded but you could tell he was still in his thoughts, so you went on. “i love how thoughtful you are, how sweet you are to me and to your family.” you kissed a spot on his face between every sentence. “i love your voice in the morning when you wake up and the way you tell me you love me every day. i love the way you hold me,” you trailed your hands down to his arms. “and i love your strong arms––” you let your fingers trace his veins and he shifted under you, flustered from your touch and your words. “i love everything about you, haji. i hope you know that...”

he brought his hands up to your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss, “i know, doll. thank you for that. i love you too, so much. it drives me insane how much i’m in love with you.” his cheeks were dusted pink as he spoke to you and it couldn’t have been more endearing that he was still nervous around you, despite having been together for a good while now.

“any time.” you smiled, pulling away after giving him another sweet kiss. “plus, you’re a way better kisser than him.”

he threw his head back and laughed, his hands squeezing your sides as he looked back into your eyes, before kissing you. “oh i’m so telling him that.”

osamu:

you and atsumu had hooked up once in high school

...technically

see you were both kinda wasted at a party when it ‘happened’

the most you did was kiss and feel each other up, but after you accidentally moaned osamu’s name–––

things ended pretty quickly after that

you don’t know if it’s because you were drunk and mistook atsumu for his brother or if you were secretly wishing it was him, or both

all you know is the two of you agreed to never speak of that ever again

it was embarrassing enough for the both of you

but unfortunately it was one of those memories that came back to haunt you every now and then...even years later, now that you were dating osamu, and living with him

you visibly winced as you thought back to the awkward silence and the way the two of you paused when you said osamu’s name. you shouldn’t have been thinking about this, especially not now, when osamu was literally cooking dinner for you in your home.

you spaced out for a bit and hadn’t noticed your boyfriend calling for your attention until you saw his hand wave in front of your face. you blinked quickly and looked up at him, “hi! yes i’m here–”

he raised a brow and laughed, amused, coming around the kitchen island to wrap his arms around you and put his head over your shoulder. you sunk into his embrace and he hummed, “what were you thinking about? i asked you what side dish you wanted and you were completely spaced out.”

you shook your head, “oh um, nothing. i think what we had yesterday would be fine.”

you tried to move on but he wasn’t having that. he narrowed his eyes as he turned his head to look at you. “well if it’s nothing then you won’t mind telling me, hm?”

his tone was calm but you could tell that he was suspicious and starting to get a little worried. you took a deep breath and buried your face in your hands––it’s not that you wanted to hide it from him, you were just embarrassed is all.

your shoulders sunk down and you meekly admitted to what you were thinking about, your voice muffled by your palms, the only word osamu able to decipher being his brother’s name.

he took a sharp intake of breath and stood up, rolling his eyes. “’tsumu? what did that idiot do now––”

you shook your head and took your hands away from your face. “no...it’s not something he did...it was me.”

osamu crossed his arms and looked down at you, more curious now. “what happened?”

“it’s not...it wasn’t recent––” he only looked at you blankly, silently telling you to continue.

you sighed, “well we...hooked up in high school.” you could see his jaw clench. “it was only once, though. and he didn’t––we only kissed and we were fully clothed. honestly it only lasted a few minutes.”

that seemed to put him at ease a bit more. “well that’s––fine...”

you looked down, “that’s not the bad part.”

osamu’s hand came under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, the look in his eyes warm. “come on, you can tell me.”

you bit your lip, knowing he’d never let you live this down. “it was at suna’s party our third year and we were pretty wasted...we went to a random room and we were kissing and i...” you trailed off, your pride not wanting you to finish your sentence.

you took a deep breath. “i moaned your name.”

he blinked at you, once, then twice before he poked his tongue to the side of his mouth, clearly fighting off a laugh. “are you serious?”

you rolled your eyes, “like i would joke about that.”

“i don’t know if that’s really funny or really sad, i feel like it’s both-”

“hey!-”

he laughed, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he pulled you in for a hug and you reluctantly held him back. “oh man that must’ve been such a blow to his ego,” he cackled.

you frowned, “stop samu, i felt really bad, i still do–”

he rolled his eyes, “he’s fine.” he looked down at you with a smirk, “so you’ve had a crush on me since we were juniors, huh?”

you raised a brow, “do i have to moan his name now to fix your ego?”

he narrowed his eyes, “not unless you wanna be punished, no.”

that honestly didn’t sound too bad.

suna:

you and osamu hooked up on and off for a few months

you were kinda friends with benefits tbh but no one knew about it

well atsumu found out but that was an accident he just came home earlier than expected one day and caught you two

but other than him, and your best friend, no one knew

not even suna

i mean why would you tell him, it’s been years and it didn’t matter

you’d pushed it to the back of your mind and hadn’t expected it to come up ever again

however––

one day suna went to hang out with his old teammates and atsumu for some reason decided to blurt out that you and his brother used to hook up, not thinking much of it––honestly it’s a shocker he kept it a secret for as long as he did

when suna came home, you were lying down in bed, scrolling on your phone and you perked up when you heard him get in, looking back to your screen.

“hi baby, how was it?”

he didn’t answer and you were about to sit up when you felt to hands pull you down by your legs. you looked up, eyes wide to see your boyfriend standing above you, a spark hiding behind his seemingly bored eyes.

you tilted your head questioningly and he took your phone from your hands, throwing it aside. “atsumu told me something real interesting today.”

you raised a brow, thinking it was something ridiculous. “oh yeah?”

he nodded, his hands reaching for the hem of your sweatpants, making your breath hitch. “mhm. and you know, it’s not that i care.” he pulled them down after making sure you were okay with it. “but it did bother me, i won’t lie.”

he reached for your underwear as well, licking his lips when they were out of the way. “he told me that you and osamu used to be fuck buddies.” you looked up at him, speechless for a few seconds but he kept going. “m’not mad, that would be stupid.” he lied down between your legs and looked up at you, a glint in his eyes. “but i feel like reminding you you’re mine, so i’m gonna play with you for a while, okay?”

how could you say no to that––

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bekaroth-reads · 2 years

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could I get headcanons of Morgott with a pregnant s/o? Thanks! If you're not comfortable with it then just ignore this!!

[It doesn’t weird me out at all, but I am going to put it under a cut because I know some people don’t enjoy the subject]

[tw: pregnancy, mention of surgery]

He is going to freak out

Certainly wasn’t planned

At the risk of being slightly nsfw, basically the size differences makes the, shall we say, evacuation plan not happen fast enough

Not that he doesn’t want a child at all, but at the same time he wasn’t keen on possibly putting someone else through all the hardships that he’s been through

When he first finds out he’s horrified

“I’ve given thee my curse.” He’d mumble as his just sits there with his head in his hands

Assure him that if when the baby is fully formed if they are anything like him, for any reasons, then that would be a blessing, not a curse

He’s not worried about being worse than his parents, seeing as he’s actually planning on being there for the child when they get there, so that’s already twelve steps ahead of them

His concern is more of not knowing how to be a parent at all

Then there’s the fact that he’s a demigod, and there’s at least a 50% chance that the baby would be that size too

Between that and the possible horns, you are most likely getting a c-section

(Though personally I think that omen horns are either short at first like how horned animals are born without them, or maybe soft like horse hooves[don’t look up new born horse hooves, btw. They’re gnarly])

Don’t worry though, with magic and potions existing the healing process won’t be too bad

Because even if you are able to do a natural birth let me just say... yikes

The thought freaks Morgott out like crazy

He will be with you all the time, thinking that something has gone horribly wrong, especially after you start to show

You’ll stand up to grab something on the other side of the room and he’s suddenly at full attention, kind of like a dog

He won’t say anything, but he will stare at you intently waiting for something horrible to happen so he’s ready to spring into action to help

He doesn’t sleep much as he’s just lying awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind going through every possible outcome, be it good or bad

All he needs to do to calm himself down is reach over and put his hand on your stomach and it brings him peace

It was cute at first, but as soon as junior has grown some limbs then it’s not so cute any more

Well, it is, but it wakes you up every time because baby thinks that’s an invitation to start a kickboxing match

So, the time comes around and Morgott has finally started calm down and he thinks it’s all good because baby has drop kicked your bladder enough that he thinks it just happened again

And you have to be like, no this is NOT that

As soon as you let him know, the physician is about a week late and has to be rushed into the room as soon as possible, even though you just started having contractions about five minutes ago

All of the people helping you decide it would be best for the lord of Leyndell to wait outside the room for his nerves and for theirs as he questions everything every thirty seconds

It’s a wonder there isn’t a groove carved into the tile of the hall from how much he’s pacing

When they finally come out to talk to him, he about sprints over to the door

He’s told that everything went well, and you should be mostly healed up in a few weeks as long as you use the healing potion they gave

Morgott asks if the child is an omen, and more importantly if they were very healthy

Physician says yes, but both of them were very healthy and just a little bit larger than human infants

“Both!?”

Cue the surprised pikachu face

Turns out it wasn’t one demigod sized infant, but two human(ish) sized ones

Between them being so small and him being so large he could hold them in the palms of his hands if he wanted

He will not though

In fact, it takes some coxing for him to hold them at all because they’re so small and fragile and WHAT IF HE ACCIDENTALLY HURTS THEM

However, as soon as he’s comfortable with it, he will not put them down

Just kinda sits there in a daze next to you trying to process everything

Too happy for words, but the grip that he has on your hand as you each hold a twin lets you know how elated he is

#tw pregnancy #morgott the omen king x reader #margit the fell omen x reader #morgott x reader #margit x reader #morgott the omen king #margit the fell omen

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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years

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Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: one curse word (I think), mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), and a lot of fluff

Summary: Reader is caught in a trap during a mission and ends up trapping herself in her five year old mind and body.

Author’s note: I know I basically just post incorrect quotes, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. I won’t stop with the incorrects btw, and if you guys prefer I create a different blog to post these little stories just let me know. Without further ado, enjoy, and let me know what you think (this is my first time writing something like this too, so tips/remarks are always welcome).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the marvel characters.

(Picture is not mine, got it on pinterest)

“West wing clear”

“Basement clear”

“Guys I need some help here.”

You heard through comms as your teammates infiltrated the Hydra base.

It was a fairly simple mission, small base, so not that many enemies to fight off.

As you made your way down an empty corridor to the control room you could listen to Bucky's grunts, and punches, on your earpiece as Sam and Steve made their way to him.

The silence and emptiness was rather suspicious, but you made nothing off of it, thankful you would get in easily.

“I’m in the control room.” You spoke when you found yourself surrounded by computers and all sorts of technology. It seemed quite ancient for an organization that has been a pain in your asses for the past months.

Hacking wasn’t your specialty, but you sure were better at it then the other three, hence you getting the task. Your eyes scanned the room, trained on identifying threats. Surprised by the emptiness of it all, you focused on finding the main system.

You plugged the pen drive Stark had prepared and started typing, your eyes occasionally leaving the screen to take a quick glance around the room, an uneasy feeling growing at the pit of your stomach.

“Y/L/N, we’re all clear here,” Steve’s voice rang on your ear, “how are you doing there.”

“I’m nearly done,” you stared at the computer as the information was downloaded to the little gadget, “I don’t know guys, something here feels wrong, it’s too empty, too quiet.”

No response.

“Guys? Can you hear me?” Your heart rate picked up, something was definitely wrong.

In a second the download was complete, and you hastily snatched the pen drive, going for the door. Your desperation grew when you stated it was locked.

“Can anyone listen? I’m locked.” You spoke to the earpiece. “The doors locked automatically. I need help getting out.”

The door was sealed shut, not even a small slit in between it and the floor, your powers wouldn’t help you on this one. You tried to bring your heart rate down as your eyes scoured the room once again for a way out. No air vents, no windows, there was another door on the other end of the room, and you promptly made your way to it, only to confirm it was also locked shut.

Your attention was brought back to the first door, loud banging and a faint voice coming from the other side. Thankfully the boys noticed there was a problem and came to your aid. As you ran across the room, your head started to get fuzzy, your vision was not as clear as it had been seconds ago, and breathing was starting to get harder.

Before you even reached the still shut door, your body collapsed on the floor, everything going black.

You stirred in bed, shifting to a more comfortable position. Some light seeped through your eyelids, but you were tired, dragging the sleep as long as possible.

Your peace was broken by a door suddenly opening.

“What the hell happened?” A woman’s voice filled the room. She sounded angry, and upset, the hostility in her tone made you clutch the blanket harder.

“Wanda calm-” A man spoke, but was cut off by the woman.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Don’t you tell me to calm down, Stark, when I got back from a mission fifteen minutes ago only to learn that my girlfriend turned herself into a five year old toddler.” She was loud and it just made you even more scared of being in trouble.

A small whimper escaped your throat getting both people's attention. You opened your eyes only to be met by several stares, there were easily five or six people in that room, but you didn’t have time to count as you pulled the blanket over your head, bringing your knees closer to your chest.

Your body was trembling with fear from what you knew would come next. You hadn’t done anything, you had been a good girl, done your chores, never speaking unless spoken to, but for some reason the people from the orphanage took a particular liking in punishing you even when you hadn’t done anything bad.

You waited for it to come, but instead of the ill-disposed voice and harsh hands, you were met with a soft “hey” and a delicate hand. Nonetheless it was still frightened, making your whole body tense.

“I’m sowy, I didn’t do anyfing, pwease don’t huwt me, I’ve been good.” You cried out, tears threatening to fall.

The hand started to caress your arm soothingly.

“Hey Y/N, you’re okay, we’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re safe here.” Your muscles relaxed slightly at the words, thick with an accent, and touch. Your mind was still on alert but for some reason your body responded to this woman in a way your mind didn’t understand.

“Seems like she lost her memories too, she still thinks she is in that horrible place.” A new voice spoke up.

“Hey Y/N,” the woman spoke close to you, low as not to frighten you further, “you’re not in the orphanage anymore okay? You are somewhere safe. Those people can’t get to you here.”

You peeked over the blanket and was met with mesmerizing green eyes, they seemed so kind and comforting putting you at ease.

“Pwomise?”

“I promise. No one’s going to hurt you. We will protect you.” She offered you a smile that made your lips want to curl into one too, despite your wariness of the woman still being a stranger.

You pulled the blanket back above your head, muttering a quiet “okay”. Your heart rate then picked up it’s pace once you noticed you would be punished for forgetting your manners, your mind still not fully understanding you were no longer in a dangerous place.

You yanked the blanket just below your chin, uncovering your whole face so you were facing the woman.

“Fank you, miss.” You spoke quickly and hid again.

She chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but feel fuzzy.

“How about you stop hiding that pretty face of yours huh?” The words caused a smile to unconsciously tug at your lips, as you pulled the blanket down and started to sit up. “See, much better, right?”

You stared at the figure in front of you with what could only be described as adoration. She was just so kind and beautiful you couldn’t seem to stop smiling. A slight movement behind her brought you out of your daze and you landed your gaze on the several people watching the interaction, people you had seemingly forgotten were still in the room.

Your eyes went wide and a gasp left your lips before you laid back down, covering your curled up body with the blanket again. The woman noticed what had frightened you and brought her hand back to caress your back.

“Hey, it’s okay, they’re only here to protect you too. They are just worried about you.” You didn’t move, this was too many new people and having all their eyes on you was making you nervous. “Do you want me to ask them to leave?” She whispered closer to your ear and you nodded excessively.

Sounds of chairs moving, footsteps and a door closing were heard before the room fell back to silence.

“We’re alone now.”

You peeked carefully outside the blanket to be sure you were alone. When you found the rest of the room empty, you moved to sit back up. Suddenly the idea of being alone with this woman made you very shy, your eyes watching as you wiggled your toes.

“Fank you, miss.”

“Wanda”

“Wanda” You whispered, not taking your eyes off of your feet.

After a few moments of silence a question popped into your head.

“Why did you save me?” You tried to speak but the sound wasn’t higher than a whisper.

“What?”

“”Why did you save me.” You said louder. “The Sisters said that I was- I was a bad giwl, and that is why my pawents didn’t want me, and no one would want because I was bad and-”

“Okay, stop,” she cut off your rambling and you finally met her gaze, “all those things they said about you are not true, okay? Don’t believe any of that.”

“How do you know it is not twue.” Sadness seeping on your voice. “You don’t even know me.”

“Quite on the contrary, I happen to know you very well. I know you get grumpy when you wake up. I know you don’t like to wear dresses. I know you like to laugh and make lots of funny jokes. I know your favourite colour, favorite food, favourite animal, favourite movie… but most importantly,” she brought her hands to rest on your sides, “I know you are very ticklish.”

At that she started to tickle you mercilessly causing you to fall back on the bed, a string of laughs and giggles escaping your mouth. She stopped after a few seconds and you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

“See. I know many things about you.”

“Yeah.” You said amidst giggles.

“And I know that none of those things the Sisters said about you are true.”

“Fank you, miss Wanda.” She let out a laugh.

“You are too cute,” she pinched your cheeks causing you to feel shy all of a sudden, “just call me Wanda.”

Your gaze fell down to the mattress again.

“Okay, fank you, Wanda.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re welcome.” She brought her hand up to smooth your hair. “Do you want anything sweetie?” That little nickname just made you even more flustered, even though you couldn’t hide the smile that formed at your lips.

You pondered her question for a second, you were hungry, but you knew better than to ask for food outside of mealtimes, the memories of the punishments still fresh. After a few moments you shook your head.

“Are you sure?” She pushed. “Don’t you want to eat something?” It was almost as if she could read your mind. “You can tell me, it’s okay, no one will hurt you for being hungry. And we can fix up something for us to eat.” She must have noticed your hesitation. “Y’know, I’m a little bit hungry too.” She whispered close to your ear, her breath tickling your ear causing you to chuckle.

Your mind knew this was a bad idea, that you would get punished after, but Wanda was just so convincing you ended up nodding weakly.

“There you go.” She cheered.

She picked you up from the bed, but before she could lower you to the floor your arms circled her neck and your legs, her waist. You couldn’t help it, you just wanted to be close to her. She giggled at your actions, but didn’t fight it, carrying you out of the room and into a big corridor.

When the sound of muffled voices started to grow louder, your posture became tense. Wanda took notice, rubbing circles on your back.

“Hey, it’s alright, they are nice, you’ll see.” She tried to calm you down.

Your posture relaxed, but you weren’t sure if it was because of her words or just her general presence.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the kitchen.”

“And the people in the kitchen? Will they huwt me?”

“No honey, of course not, they care so much about you, they are here to protect you too.”

As she made her way into the kitchen, you hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying to ignore how the room went quiet with your presence.

“How is she?” A male voice asked, you recognized it from moments earlier.

“She’s okay, a little scared, seems like she did also lose all her memories, everything she knows is from when she was five.”

Wanda moved around and kept up with the conversation, to which you stopped paying attention when your eyes fell onto a thing a man was eating. You had tried one of those before, once, when an old woman donated a basket of those to the orphanage and you managed to steal a small piece, it was delicious, tasted like heaven compared to all the tasteless food they gave you in that place.

Wanda settled on a chair and you kept your head hidden, but your eyes were locked on the man.

You thought you heard Wanda calling you, but your attention was entirely on that piece of food. The man seemed to take notice when he met your gaze and gave you a smirk. The eye contact would’ve made you shy away, but Wanda’s presence made you feel safe, so you held it.

“I think I know what she wants.” He spoke to Wanda. “Would you like a muffin Y/N?” He directed at you. You lifted your head from Wanda’s shoulder and, after a moment of hesitation, you nodded slowly.

He opened a cabinet and picked one up, handing it to you, offering a beaming smile. You stared at it for a second, not expecting him to give you a whole one. Your eyes darted from him to Wanda, looking for some sort of confirmation.

“It’s okay, take it.” She smiled at you encouragingly.

You slowly stretched your hand and grabbed the item.

“Fank you, siw.” You practically whispered.

“You can call me Sam.”

“Fank you, Mw. Sam.”

“Huh, Mr Sam, I can get used to that.” He joked. Or at least you thought he did, since now you were just blankly staring at the muffin, not really sure if you should really eat it, despite your stomach screaming for you to do so.

“Just call him Sam,” Wanda spoke to you, “and we can’t let her keep calling us that, Sam, she does it out of fear for disrespecting us.”

“Is that why she also hesitated from taking the muffin?” A new voice questioned.

“I don’t know Stark, maybe…” Wanda trailed off and you decided to help, since they were talking about you anyways.

“Fhey did not let us- let us eat out of meal time and-,” you took a breath trying to calm your nerves, “and thewe wewe too many kids so- so thewe was nevew enough food and- and,” your eyes went wide when you noticed everyone was staring at you intently and a whimper left your lips unconsciously before you shoved your face back into Wanda’s neck.

She rubbed your back in an attempt to calm you down and, surprisingly enough, it did. Something about her just made you so calm.

“You don’t have to worry about this here,” a man with glasses said, “we have plenty of food and no rules, you can have whatever you want whenever you want, just tell any of us and we’ll get it for you, deal?” You smiled at how nice they were being with you.

“Deal, siw.” You nodded.

“And call me Tony, please.” You nodded again.

“See, it’s fine, you're safe here.” Wanda reassured, giving you a kiss on your temple. The action caused a silly smile to grow on your lips and your cheeks to heat up, as you leaned into her chest.

“Oh, come on, seriously?” A man with the same accent as Wanda blurted. “She has known you for, what? 20 minutes? And she already has a crush on you.” His comment made laughter erupt around the kitchen, and, even though you didn’t understand what was so funny, you enjoyed the moment. Laughter was not common in the orphanage.

Throughout the rest of the day you started to feel more comfortable around everyone.

Wanda never left your side, or, you were the one who never left her side. Spending the rest of the evening watching movies on the most amazing TV room you had ever stepped foot on.

Other people would join you from time to time. Pietro, who you learned was Wanda’s brother; Natasha, or Nat as she preferred; Bucky; Sam; and Steve.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when it was that you fell asleep. You just knew you were now in a room you had never seen before, it was pretty, but unfamiliar. You saw a stuffed animal left on the edge of the bed and clutched onto it, trying to get the images from the nightmare you just had out of your mind.

Several minutes passed and you were just too scared to even close your eyes. Sleeping alone was something you never did, the rooms in the orphanage were filled to the brim with precarious beds or improvised mattresses due to the excessive amount of kids there.

Deciding that you wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, you climbed out of bed and made your way out of that room. Your feet automatically took you to another door down a big hall. You knocked softly, but got no response.

After three more tries, you turned the door knob and it opened. You put your head inside the room and detected a figure laying in a bed.

“Wanda,” you whisper shouted, trying to catch the woman’s attention, “Wandaaa.”

She stirred and lifted her head to look at you, her eyes were sleepy, but she managed to give you a tired smile.

“Hey Y/N, is something wrong? Do you need anything?”

“Can I- can I sleep with you?” Your gaze fell to the floor.

“Sure.” You smiled widely and ran towards her, climbing into the bed messily, since it was so ridiculously tall.

She laid on her back, opening her arms, and you took that as your chance to cuddle into her, wrapping your tiny limbs around her torso. She caressed your hair until you drifted to sleep.

The next morning you woke up still cuddled to Wanda. She was still fast asleep, and looked so peaceful you didn’t have the heart to move and risk waking her. Plus, you liked the proximity, the warmth from her body, her arm hugging you close.

A few minutes passed before she opened her eyes, only to be met by yours.

“Good mowning.”

“Good morning princess,” you giggled at the nickname, “wanna go down and get some breakfast?”

You nodded eagerly, already used this new environment, without the rigid rules and punishments. She climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, you just sat up and watched as she washed her face or something. She then went through another door, which you assumed was where she kept her clothes since moments later she came back in different clothes.

She picked you up from the bed and took you into the kitchen. When she walked past the room, a confused expression grew on you.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the dining room, we usually have our breakfast there.”

“Oh, okay.”

And that was one breakfast table alright. All kinds of fruit, bread, cereal, cake, cheese and ham, and butter.

“Look who found our little runaway.” Tony commented, but you didn’t give him any attention, mesmerized by the amount of food.

“Yeah, she found her way into my room in the middle of the night.”

“Really? How?” Steve asked.

“Good question, hey, sweetie,” Wanda caught your attention and you turned to look at her, “how did you know which one was my room last night?” You shrugged.

“I just knew whewe to go.”

“Seems like some part of her memory is still intact.” Stark remarked with interest.

Wanda sat down, with you in her lap and started serving food on her plate. The rest of the room fell into light conversation as you all enjoyed breakfast.

Soon you were interrupted by Bruce.

“Guys, I’ve got results from the tests.”

“Do you know what happened?” Steve asked eagerly.

“Kind of, the smoke she inhaled during the mission was poisonous, it was supposed to kill her, but it seems like her cells reacted to it differently.” He explained. “Her shapeshifting abilities reacted with the poison causing her body to, well, change, in order to avoid dying.”

“My powews wewe able to bweak down the poisonous gas into hawmless pawticles.” You responded automatically.

Everyone was shocked at your statement, but you just kept on eating like nothing had happened, not understanding what they were so surprised about.

“Yes… precisely,” Bruce added, slowly, “and that took a toll on her own cells, turning off her powers momentarily, why she got stuck as her five year old self with no memories whatsoever of the rest of her life is unclear.”

“Can you turn her back?” Nat asked.

“I can try and find some serum that reverts her situation, but, by the looks of it, her body is doing it on its own.”

“She did remember her way to my room last night, and now this. It means her memory is coming back.”

“Can you predict how long it’ll take for her to come back to her own self?” Bucky urged.

“Not really, this is all new to me. Although if I had to take a hint, I’d say a couple of weeks at least.” The scientist answered.

“But she will come back, right?” Wanda sounded preoccupied, and it caught your attention.

“Relax sister, she’ll come back. And even if she doesn’t, she’s already in love with you again anyways.” Pietro teased.

“That’s not helping.” She teased back and tightened her hold on you.

A few days passed and, as expected, you were still stuck as a five year old. You would slip out little snippets of things from time to time, memories of things you’ve learned only when you were much older, but you still weren’t coming back.

After a while you fell into a routine. You would sleep with Wanda every night, watch movies with her and some of the other people in that place, Bucky and Sam would come up with the funnest games for you to play, Pietro would take you around the compound to help set pranks to play on the others.

You grew accustomed to the place and the people. The lack of excessive rules was relaxing. How nice everyone was to you. When Wanda would call you cute nicknames and get you all shy and flustered.

You were now watching Frozen for the fifth time that week, with Wanda by your side and Nat, Peter and Sam scattered around the TV room.

They found it adorable how you sang along to every song even though you didn’t know any of the lyrics. Peter and Sam had now countless videos on their phones of you doing all sorts of things just to mock you when you came back to your older self.

The movie was nearing the end, now on the scene where they were rushing Anna to the trolls to see if they could help keep her alive. You sang along to the song up until the moment where Anna collapsed from the spell Elsa threw on her.

At that moment you mindlessly turned to Wanda, the words seeping out of your mouth without your control.

“You bettew not die on ouw wedding.” Her eyes went wide with shock from the statement, which you didn’t notice.

“What?” She whispered, more to herself than to you.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna mawwy you one day.” You gave her a smile and turned your attention back to the TV, unaware of what you had just said as a blush creeped around Wanda’s face.

When the movie ended, you chanted for you guys to watch it again, earning a groan from everyone. When a yawn escaped your lips, Wanda took that as her cue.

“C’mon, honey, you are tired, we can watch it again tomorrow.” She picked you up.

“Pwomise?” You gave her your puppy eyes.

“I promised.” She pecked your nose, earning a giggle from you.

You settled in her bed as you waited for her to shower and join you. You cuddled into her and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up feeling extremely weird, your muscles ached and your head was spinning a little. You kept your eyes closed as memories from the past days came back to you. The mission going wrong, you waking up in the med bay.

And then you remembered.

“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself, careful not to wake Wanda.

You had spent the past week as a five year old. Every moment started to come back. You playing hide and seek with Sam and Bucky. That time you and Pietro showered Nat with glitter, and how she almost killed the boy later. Tony being a dad all the time, checking up if you needed anything and making funny faces to make you laugh. Steve carrying you around inside his shield.

And Wanda, always being there with you. Taking care of you. Watching the same movies all the time. Cuddling every night.

Your attention was caught by the woman stirring in bed next to you, still fast asleep. She had been so patient throughout the whole situation that you couldn’t help but smile.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, facing your girlfriend. You watched for a few minutes while she was fast asleep. Just appreciating how beautiful she was and how peaceful she looked. You were falling even more in love with her, if that was possible.

Not being able to hold yourself back any longer, you gave her a lingering kiss to her forehead, moving then to her cheek, leaving small pecks all the way. You then moved to her jaw and neck, inhaling her scent, as your free hand started to draw circles on her stomach.

You felt her breath changing, indicating she was no longer asleep and directed your lips to her ear.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered softly, pecking her earlobe gently.

Her hands grabbed your cheeks and moved you up to face her, her expression one of full happiness.

“You’re back.” She whispered moments after, trying to convince herself that it was true.

“I’m back.” You leaned down to capture her lips in a long and passionate kiss, resting your forehead against hers’, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she moved so she could stare into your eyes, “I missed you.”

“Why? I was here the whole time.” You teased.

“You know what I mean.” Your smile grew as you leaned in again, your lips meeting in another gentle kiss.

“At least we learned two things from this experience,” she eyed you with curiosity, “first, is that no matter what I’ll always be in love with you,” you referred to the crush five year old you had on her, and enjoyed as her cheeks turned bright red, “and second, is that you are great with kids.”

“I am, aren’t I.”

You spent hours in bed, cuddling, kissing and laughing at your childish antics from the past week.

That’s when you knew, you would marry that girl.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #mcu #fluff #marvel

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noctumbra · 2 years

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College Bucky with prompt 1 from misc and prompt 7 from valentines day <333

thank you sending in! <3 this is the longest one yet btw

miscellaneous prompt #1: “Are you an idiot? Do you want to fucking die?” // valentine's day prompt #7: “I love you.” “That won’t get you off the hook.”

warnings: himbo bucky, fluff, pet names, drunk bucky, language (college!bucky x reader)

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You huffed angrily as you carried Bucky to the apartment he shared with Sam and Steve. He was heavy as fuck and was also drunk, so he was leaning all of his weight on you.

"Wait," you told him when you stopped and he tried to continue to walk. You were going to cross the street, but the light wasn't green for you yet. "Wait, Bucky." You grabbed his arm tighter, but he was like a 5-year-old who wanted to run around all the time, wiggling constantly.

"'Ey, lookit 's gre'n now," he exclaimed and threw himself on the road while the last of the cars were still passing by. You shrieked and yanked him back from his left arm harhsly, saving him from getting ran over. "Oops." You clenched your jaw. You weren't sure if you'd be able to keep yourself from yelling at him, so you did the best thing and stayed quiet.

When the cars have stopped and the light was finally green for you, you yanked him across the street with you, and practically threw him inside the building. You had to wrestle him into the elevator and then down the hall.

"Where is your keys?" You asked him. Bucky patted his pockets absentmindedly, movements all sluggish and sleepy now. You grumbled angrily to yourself and kicked the mat to pull out the extra one. You unlocked their door, carried Bucky to his room and helped him change his clothes to his pajamas. You were going to stay here tonight, but you weren't sure if you wanted to sleep in the same bed with him, so you moved yourself to the living room, leaving his door open.

As you settled down, you were surprised how quickly the sleep took over you.

─

"Morning," Bucky grumbled behind you while youwere busy making breakfast. Steve and Sam were sitting by the table, silent and hands clasped guiltily in front of them, both of their heads were down. Bucky frowned. "What's wrong with you guys?" He asked. Steve sent him a look, but Bucky's brain was too mushy to figure out what it meant.

"Have a seat," you ordered him with a dangerously calm voice. Bucky's frown deepened, but he did as you said. You placed the egg you cooked for Bucky in a plate and placed it in front of him with a couple side dish next to it, a couple slices of bread and a cup of tea. "Eat."

"Hey, what's─" You turned to look at him, the expression on your face was cold.

"Eat, James," you snarled and turned back around to clean the pan and plates in the sink. Bucky swallowed, his whole body was tense all of a sudden. Oh shit, he thought. Obviously he did something that you did not like at all, and you were most likely to yell at him after he felt a bit like himself again.

Bucky munched on his food quietly, and after he was done, he took his plate and cup to the sink and washed them carefully. "Thank you," he whispered. You hummed.

"How are you feeling?" You asked. You still weren't looking at him, and he surpassed a whine that would probably sound like a pup's. He cleared his throat.

"I'm fine," he whispered again. "Just a headache." He nodded slowly. "Oh, um, my left arm aches a bit. I think I pulled a muscle while sleeping." You inhaled deeply through your nose at the mention of his arm.

"Hmm," you hummed. "What do you remember from last night?" you asked again. Bucky exhaled, shoulders sagging.

"Please tell me what the fuck I did wrong? This tense air is killing me," he grumbled. You turned to him, eyes narrowed and face twisted with hurt and anger.

"You almost gave me a heart attack last night," you murmured, voice low and dangerous. Bucky hadn't dared to breathe properly. "You were drunk as fuck, neither of those morons," you pointed Sam and Steve, "were with you even though they promised me that they would be, and you─" You seethed your teeth. "You ran right into the still flowing traffic, cars and bikes, y'know. If I hadn't pull you back from your arm, you would be dead." You looked at him right in the eye.

"Are you an idiot? Do you want to fucking die?" You yelled at him. You were panting, and Bucky now could understand why you looked so hurt. "You─ You just ran right into it, James! You could have died and─" You exhaled, trying to stop yourself from crying. Bucky lifted his hands up in the air as he walked closer to you slowly.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, and he was. "I'm really really sorry. I... I'm stupid when I'm drunk, you know that."

"I do," you nodded. "That's why I made them promise me to be with you through it all!" You threw an angry look at Steve and Sam who were still looking like they were feeling guilty. Bucky sighed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again and pulled you into a hug. You sobbed silently into his chest, melting into his arms. Bucky kissed your forehead, whispering apologizes over and over. You pulled back after a couple of minutes, wiping the tears away with the backs of your hands. "I love you," he confessed, his eyes wide and incredibly blue. You narrowed your own.

"That won’t get you off the hook," you hissed. He nodded.

"I know, I know," he said. "I just wanted you to know." You sighed.

"No drinking ever again, alright? If you gonna drink, then drink here," you pointed the apartment.

"I promise," Bucky said with a serious voice. "I love you, honey. I promise if I ever drink again, I'll do it at home." You sighed again and let yourself fall back into his arms.

"Good. Better keep your promise, though."

Your answer was another kiss on your forehead.

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sunookkii · 3 years

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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Can we get the brothers and undatables being at one of Diavolos parties and a nobles starts telling MC that The brothers and undatables don’t really care about them. They start telling them that they are just Diavolos pawn and Lilliths replacement. BTW I love your writing it’s honestly some of my favorite pieces in the fandom.

Some of-of your f-favourite pieces in the fandom??!! Um Chile anyways- OMG!! Y'all are too sweet to me!!! Thank you so much!

I'm not going to lie, I got shocked when I saw another requested this as I just finished writing section for this ask but my brain is dumb and really focused on one sentence and read it utterly wrong

Part 2 - ending

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"ah, so you're the human I've been hearing so much about."

You turned around to see a Noble, you bowed at him with a smile.

"oh- hello, who are you? If the human you've been hearing about is (Y/N) then Yep! That's me!"

"splendid! I'm so glad I finally get to meet you, I've heard so much from Diavolo and news sources, you wouldn't mind humouring me for a dance and talk?"

"it'll be my honour." You took his arm, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

You could feel the brothers eyes on you, watching closely to how you rested your hands on the demons shoulder. All of them slowly stalking as you two danced.

"what is it like being a human in the Devildom?"

"scary...at first but now I feel like it's my home! I really can't imagine being anywhere else."

"free housings, connections to the most powerful beings in this realm and outside, pacts with the the 7 brothers and having them do anything you desire."

"I mean- I guess? It's nothing like that or that I'm using them, it's a long story - I love them all very much."

"you may not be using them but they're definitely using you, we're demons after all and there is nothing more precious to us than a soul likes yours."

You were suddenly pulled through the crowd, his dancing becoming quicker and sharp as if sensing the brothers watching him.

"don't you realize you're just the princes pawn? A small piece of a puzzle of his 'plans' - do you really think a demon of his importance would really care about bringing peace?! It's all but a ruse and you're just helping him fulfil it."

"that's not true! Diavolo is a kind and thoughtful man, he wants peace and I will be a stepping stone for that to happen - after all I am a link to all three realms."

"human with demon pacts and ancestral connections to both the brothers and angels - how is it being the ancestor to Lilith? I heard she was a real doll but such a shame she risked it all for some moral, have they ever compared you two?"

"how do you know about my ancestor? They've- never properly made a comparison and I'm sure they mean it in an affectionate way-!"

"don't you ever feel like a replacement? I heard since the discovery they've treated you even better, that can't be a coincidence."

Your blood went cold as your heart collapsed into your stomach. Your eyes glancing to the brothers In the distance. You knew he wasn't right but apart of you was scared. After all, he knew so much that you didn't think anyone outside of your social circle would know. How did he know all this?

"we went through something really traumatic together, it was bound to make us closer-"

"just admit it, you know you're being use but you just won't accept it because you're scared of facing and truth and being left - is there something unpleasant waiting for you in the human world? Is that why you're so willing to be preyed upon?"

"it's not like that..."

He suddenly dipped you, you clutched to his shoulder as tears glazed your eyes.

"isn't it? Can you confidently say it isn't?"

"yes.." your voice came out shaky and distant, you wanted to be confident but you couldn't.

"they don't care about you, all they want is to use you, make it easier on yourself and leave, run as fast as you can and never come back to the devildom."

Lucifer:

He was the first to reach you after your dance with the Noble

He twirled you so you would face him

"what did he say to you? You're crying."

"it's nothing..."

He opened his mouth to press on but he saw you grit your teeth

Glaring at the dance floor as you two stepped to the music

"If he threatened you then I'll handle him, it's no issue for me to do so."

You just shook your head

"stop being so overprotective, I know you don't actually like having to look after me, just stop forcing yourself."

"That's not true, I look after you because I care about you, it's become more than a duty."

You just clicked your tongue, pushing yourself away from him, disappearing into the crowd

Mammon:

Mammon held your hand, hugging you from behind as you two swayed

"You don't look too happy, are you overwhelmed?"

"I am now that you're here."

Which wasn't a lie, you felt so conflicted and betrayed, having him around just made you want to cry

He frowned, spinning you around

"oi, what's that all about? If I did something you gotta be honest with me,I swear I didn't steal nothing."

"I'd prefer it if you did, then being mad at you wouldn't feel so horrible."

He raised a brow

He was completely confused on why you were acting like this

"Was it that noble guy? Did he say something to you? I swear when I find him-"

You shook your head, moving away from him

"You're not going to do anything, you're a coward - just stop pestering me."

You felt awful but you didn't do anything to fix it, just running away from the shocked demon

Levithan:

"You here to take a break? Join you, I will."

He pointed to the empty spot smiling at himself for his Yoda voice

You wanted to feel bad but right now you were extremely upset

"Yeah, I do, I don't want to be around anyone right now."

"I get that but Lucifer said someone's has to be with you but I don't blame you for not wanting me to do it-"

You snarled

"can you not make this about you?! I just don't wanna deal with anymore demons!"

You shuffled closer into yourself, eyes subconsciously finding the noble you talked to

Levi followed your gaze, his Insecure angst turning into annoyance

"That noble did something....it's okay to speak up, we can go to prince-"

"go away! I don't want to keep hearing you pretend to care about me!"

He was stunned

You suddenly stood up and trudged away from Levi, seeking out the bathroom

Satan:

You ducked away from the crowd of demons

Sticking close to the wall as you clutched your arms

The nobles clawing at your mind as you stared to the side

"Did you enjoy the dancing? You look tired, I know a good hiding spot."

"Where is it?"

"I'll take you there-"

He went to grab your shoulder but you just shrugged him away

Not daring to look at him

"just tell me where it is, I'll get there on my own just fine."

Satan turned his head, trying to get a better look at your expression

But you just stepped away from him

"if you're not going to tell me I'm going to go find it myself-"

He grabbed your wrist, cutting you off

"Was it that noble? What did he say to you?"

His anger flared as he glared at the noble

You Yanked your wrist away, frowning

"wouldn't you like to know?! Just let me- just let me breathe-!"

He paused, inhaling a deep breath

You took that moment to run off, wanting to escape the situation

Asmodeus:

"oh (Y/N)~!! I'm so glad you're finally free, when I saw that guy dancing with you I got so jealous, I thought you were going to give me all your dances?"

He playfully pouted whilst holding your hands

When he saw you weren't smiling his chipper mood immediately dropped

You moved away from him, Unable to pull your thoughts together

"what's wrong..? Did he say something?"

You shook your head

Should you tell him? But what if they treat you different?

What if it really is all a fake?

"I just need to get some air."

"oh! I'll come with you!"

He springed up, grabbing your hand once again

You threw yourself back in panick

"NO-! I mean- no thank you."

You quickly dashed to the nearest balcony ignoring the murmurs in the ballroom

Beezlebub:

You bumped into one of the many buffet tables

Avoiding an active ballroom wasn't easy

"you're not dancing anymore? Want to sit with me?"

You jumped, somehow surprised Beel was at a buffet table

"no....I'm good, I'm going to the dorm."

"Already? Do you need me to walk you home? It's pretty late."

You shook your head

You wanted to chew him out for being so kind of you

Your overwhelming emotions rising as you tried to stay dismissive

"Just tell the Brothers I'm leaving, I think I'm going to head back home."

Beel raised a brow

You looked away from his confused expression

"my real home, I need to leave the Devildom."

"you're upset from your dance with the noble, we can talk about instead of you leaving-"

"I need a break."

You repeated, your voice becoming irritated and cold

You held back your frustration and left the party

Belphegor:

"Are you leaving?"

You yelped, knocking your hand on the main door

You just wanted to slip out of the party but it seems you'd have to confront one of the brothers

Belphegor yawned, rubbing his eye

He was sleeping in the coat closet until you woke him up by your footsteps

"yes- I'm tired of this party."

"I'm tired aswell, let's go together, I'm ready to sleep."

He shuffled out of the closet but you put your hands out Infront of you

"go sleep in the palace, I don't want to be around you or-or any of you-!"

"Was it that noble? I felt jealous when I saw you two dancing together but now it seems I shouldn't of, he said something to you, didn't he? What did he say?"

You didn't even realize he saw you or was awake when that happened

You backed up until you bumped into the door

Belphegor cornered you

Wanting his questions answered but you just shoved him back

"leave me alone-! I know you're just see me as an replacement!"

You slammed the door after you and sprinted back to the dorms

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Diavolo:

"I see you're expanding your circle, I'm glad- why do you look so upset?"

"it's nothing, my Lord-"

You both stopped

You haven't referred to him like that since the beginning of the exchange program

He leaned down to get a better look at you, eyes darting over the conflicted and slightly Horrified expression

Both of your gazes landed on the noble

"What did he say to you? If he made you uncomfortable or threatened you, I'll deal with this-"

He tried to give you a comforting pat on the shoulder but you pushed your body away

"Quit it! Stop trying to act like you care."

You were sure if people saw your interaction they'd be glaring at you

Thinking of your audacity

But Diavolo was worried about you

He knew that Nobel has hurt you

"I do care for you, we all do - please tell me what happened."

You covered your ears, tears pricking your eyes

You shook your head and ran away

Needing space to figure out your thoughts and your emotions

Barbatos:

You trudged past Everyone, growing irritated with yourself

Were you really going to believe that guy? But it seemed to make sense

If it wasn't right then why did you feel this way?

"here, you look as if you need it."

He hands you a handkerchief

You took it slowly, looking at him with distrust

You frowned as he just smiled at you patiently

"why do you even care? Is it because of the prince?"

"I'm simply helping because I desire to, it seems Someone is causing an issue with you."

"Don't you know everything? You should know exactly what's wrong....you don't have to keep acting all vague in hopes it'll throw me off, I know you all are-"

He tilted his head, eyes squinting with an almost annoyed expression

"nevermind....Just leave me alone."

"I will but it is best to remind you that the Noble you're trusting Is not the type of man you want to be around, he is using you not the other way round."

Your froze

Unsure how to respond, you clutched the handkerchief as you gritted your teeth

You quickly ran off not wanting to confront your emotions

Solomon:

Isn't this Fun? I've even made a few pacts whilst here-"

"why are we even here? Do you ever feel like we're not actually wanted? Just being used?"

Your eyes flickered between Diavolo and the noble

Rubbing your arm as you tried to soothe yourself

Solomon followed your eyes

Clicking his tongue

"I see, that nobles gotten to your head, don't fear my apprentice, I'll fix this."

He rolled up his sleeves but you just grabbed his arm

You felt stupid for thinking you two could be on the same thought process

Was it really just the Nobel Getting to you???

But what you're feeling feels so real and so genuine - this feeling of just being a pawn or a replacement to them

"No...it's silly to think we'd be on the same page, they have much more history with you meanwhile all I have is being their sister's ancestor."

You walked off leaving the wizard to mewl over your words

You didn't stay to find out what would happen now that Solomon knew the gist of what the Nobel said to you

Simeon:

As you charged away from the party you suddenly bumped into Someone

Simeon grabbed your arms as he steadied you

But that's when he noticed your teary eyes

"Oh, what's wrong? You look upset."

"I want to leave this party."

You frowned, holding his arms whilst he held you

You glanced at the demons on the dance floor

"Are you sure? The brothers will be upset with your sudden disappearance-"

You huffed

Pushing yourself away from Simeon as. got ready to just leave by yourself

"if you don't take me back then I'll just go myself."

He was caught off by your sudden change in mood

Realizing something really harsh must of happened he grabbed your hands and wiped under your eye

"Wipe your tears, I'm sure Luke will be thrilled to see you in purgatory hall."

And just like that he walked you out of ball

A few shouts from the brothers rang in your eyes but you just sped up your pace

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