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asmosmainhoe · 3 months

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hi i saw that you mentioned you’d do Obey Me Characters react to you being jealous and was wondering if you did it, cause i couldn’t find it 😅. and if not.. well i guess this is a request haha thank you 🫶

The brothers reacting to a jealous MC

Notes: Omg it's been yeaaaaars since I talked about that jsnsjqh I totally forgot

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

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Lucifer

Saying that he doesn't enjoy the scene that unfolds before him would be a lie. You're standing there with your arms crossed and a frown on your face, too proud to admit your jealousy

He might even tease you little bit and have that awful cocky grin form on his pretty lips. That frustrates you more than anything

"Don't be a fool, my love. As much as I take joy in seeing you like this I don't want you to feel insecure."

"I'm not insecure though. I trust you."

"I know, but nevertheless I want you to remember that you have no competition. You could never have competition."

Maybe it's his reassuring voice or the adoration that is oh so obvious in his eyes that makes the silly voice in the back of your head shut up. You believe him when he says that no one compares

Mammon

So many mixed feelings. On one hand he likes the thought of having his favorite person fight for him, but on the others he really doesn't want you to beat yourself up over this

Mammon is a party animal and incredibly outgoing so those traits naturally come with some side effects which is in this case an overly confident admirer. The same admirer who is currently experiencing the terror of a lifetime thanks to the deadly looks you're giving them

As much as a jerk your beloved boyfriend can be this time he's keeping his teasing comments to himself. On the contrary even. He's sending clear signals towards the other demon by displaying so much affection towards you to the point where you have to practically shove him off you. It still leaves you giggling and grinning

"What in Diavolo's name are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? I'm givin' ya the Mammon deluxe package!"

Leviathan

Of course he knows the feeling too well. After all he's struggling with keeping it at bay at the slightest interaction you have with other people. It's not his intention to hurt you or cage you in simply because he can't control himself

So out of all the brothers Levi is the one to react the fastest. He's already pulling you aside for a more private setting and tightly wraps his arms around you

"Please don't think anything of it! You're my number one and you always will be!"

The hug might or might not have been a way to hide his intense blush as he's saying those words. We all know that it takes a lot out of him

He will avoid the other person like a plague from that point on even if you stop being jealous of them. Someone only has to mention their name and he's jumping to his feet as if he got stung by something

Satan

He doesn't care about how others feel about him so when you first mention that he has an admirer he doesn't pay it any attention. You don't know if it relieves or bothers you to be honest

While Satan couldn't care less about such things he still does care how you feel in this situation. If you're uncomfortable with the way the other person is treating him then he will address it to them immediately

But beware! He thinks the problem is solved with that and most likely doesn't quite notice that it still bugs you. You literally have to bring it up to him, but don't worry. Everything after that is easy

"Please don't get this the wrong way. I trust you with all my heart, but I don't know...I guess I need some extra reassurance to be able to get passed it."

"No, don't apologize, my dear. I'll give you anything you need to have the issue solved."

Asmodeus

Us Asmo stans know that he comes with a price. The price being a comically large amount of fans who would kiss the ground he walks on

Usually you're not the type to be bothered by that, because you knew exactly what you agreed to when dating him and Asmo has done everything in his power to never let you feel insecure in this relationship

Unfortunately there is still this one specific person who you can't seem to stand at all. The thought of them alone turns your stomach upside down and has your blood boiling

Please feel more than free to bring it up to Asmo though! He doesn't want you to feel that way.

Since the beginning he's been doing nothing, but fight the allegations that he's not a loyal partner and only cares for one thing and you've been making sure that he knows how much you trust him

"I can tell them to step on the breaks and if they don't listen then I'll just be a bit more assertive."

"What exactly do you mean with assertive?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head, honey."

The next day this person magically vanished from all social media and for some reason Asmo doesn't want to give you any details, but you do know that his fanclub has something to do with it

Beelzebub

Like Satan he couldn't care less what other people feel towards him. He has his family and his own close circle that's all he really needs, but he's an extremely attentive boyfriend. Your sudden mood changes whenever this particular demon is mentioned or around don't go unnoticed

"Did they do something to hurt you?"

Beel-fight-mode is activated and he's looking around for that person, ready to knock the breath out of their lungs

"No, no! It's a bit...silly."

You're feelings aren't silly! They're valid! Just tell him what's going on and he will get to it immediately

If you need some extra reassurance after that then he's more than happy to cover you in love and affection

Belphegor

Is it bothering you enough to put up with his teasing? Don't give me that look. We both know that he's going to provoke the shit out of you

"Wow, is someone jealous?"

"I will punch you."

Yes, he will make you suffer for several days, but when he notices that you're genuinely hurting from it he will stop

He doesn't mind being rude to others to get his point across or to get you what you want. So, no. He's not breaking their heart. He's shattering it into million tiny pieces and stomps on the remains

Later that day when you two are cuddling in bed he's telling you that you're the only one for him as he drifts off to sleep kissing you

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adventuringblind · 1 month

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Band-Aids are for Speed

Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Street Racer AU

Summary: The five times she patched Lando up, and the one time he patched up her.

Warnings: Injury descriptions, broken bones, cuts, bruises, blood, illigal street racing, car accidents

Notes: Author is not a doctor but has watched medical dramas... don't judge my knowledge!

Side Note: I hope le requester enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The first time she met Lando, he was siting in the emergency room waiting to be stitched up. She quietly hums to herself while setting up as the other nurse changes places with her.

The deep gash on his arm makes her wonder what he did to get it, but she also knows better then to ask. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to talk anyway.

It takes approximately three minutes for her to retract that statement. "So, you come here often?"

The question takes her so of guard that she doesn't know what to do with it aside from take the next few seconds to process. Is it not obvious that she works here?

"Do you mean the hospital? Or in this room specifically?" She laughs lightly at the ridiculousness of her patient and blames the minor blood loss.

"Nah, I mean in my presence." He smirks.

She tries to focus on her work. "Can't say I have."

"Would you like to be in it more?"

He gives her his number before he leaves. He dots the 'i' in his name with a heart.

She texts him the second she gets him to ask if he's bless her with his presence again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

In the few months they've been seeing each other she's learned that Lando is obsessed with cars. It's cute when he jumps into excited rants about his favorite subject.

With the amount they've been talking, it's not shocking that Lando texts her in the evening. She assumes it'll be another silly joke. Instead she's met with frenzied sentences and misspelled words about need medical attention.

She doesn't hesitate to drive to his place. In hindsight, she really should've asked him why he didn't go to A&E when he's bleeding all over the bathroom floor.

"Please tell me you didn't get jumped." She kneels down and sets about getting him a position where she can see what she's doing.

He groans in pain as she moves him. "Nope! It was spectacular though."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I crashed the car but still won." He lets out a triumphant hoot.

This man can never give her all the details at one. "You got in a car accident?! How is that winning?!"

"Because I won the money... duh." He's definitely delirious now. Probably has a concussion. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I street race."

There's that strange part of her that is intrigued and curious to know more, specifically because that adds to his sex appeal (like he wasn't hot enough already). The logical side of her brain that is currently staring at Lando bleeding says otherwise. "Uh, no... you didn't."

"Well isn't that unfortunate! You coulda seen me crash today if you had."

Lando is half asleep by the time she is done. She's barely able to wrangle him into bed with how uncoordinated he is. It's useless keeping him awake.

She turns the lights off and is about to leave - "Will you stay?"

"I can, yeah, do you want me on the couch or is there another bedroom?"

"In bed with me. You can stay here - with me."

Against her better judgment, she does.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She doesn't usually work the weekend shift but one of the nurses is on vacation and she could us the extra hours. She leaves her phone on vibrate in her pocket in case of a 'family emergency.'

Said emergency being Lando who is more accident prone on the weekends. Somehow, less accident prone in the car and more when he's doing normal people tasks.

Sometimes she wonders if her gets hurt on purpose just so he has an excuse to see her. She keeps telling him he doesn't need one - just in case - but he still calls and she goes. It's not like she has much else to do with her time aside.

She really shouldn't be shocked when he ends up in emergency clutching his arm. He gives her a bashful smile and tries to awkwardly wave. "Hi."

"And what, my love, are you in for this time?"

"I slipped on the stairs..."

Another male, a tall brunette who she knows as George, hits him playfully on the head. "No he did not! This idiot decided it would be a brilliant idea to tie a skateboard to the back of Alex's car and sit on it while Alex drove."

She throws a stern look at Lando and his smile goes from bashful to downright embarrassed. "You're lucky it's just you're arm."

By the time he's set free into the world to make more impulsive decisions, she makes the executive decision to make him wait until she's done working. He puts a pout on his lips, but it goes away when she sends him to the cafeteria.

They drive home listening to the indie station. The one he's made her fall in love with.

"Thank you, again."

"You've got to stop thanking me, Lan. It is literally my job." She laughs a little at herself for that one.

"Yeah, but, that's not all. You're the only person who doesn't freak out on me for doing stupid shit. Like I know I shouldn't do it but it gives me that adrenaline that racing does." The sincerity in his voice nearly takes her off guard.

"I can't tell what to do, but I'll always be there when you need a patch job."

"And I'll be there when you need a ride." He winks.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

The first time she's at one of Lando's races, she can feel the thrumming in her heart. The excitement of the start and the fear that he could possibly die doing this.

He jogs over to her right before the start. His hands clumsily find her waist and he smash his lips on hers. "For good luck." He whispers as he pulls away.

She doesn't let go, however. She pulls a band aide out of her pocket and sticks it to his hand. It's a crayon, but she highly doubts he'll care to much.

"What's this for?"

"I had a little girl today who told me that Band-Aids give you speed. I thought you might try it."

"When I win, it'll be all because of you."

Lando does win. She buys more Band-Aids with some of the prize money.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She's there when the crash happens. The boys had deemed her the official medical personnel. Which she's glad for, since they are the ones getting her to the crash site. In record time - it has to be - she's sure she's never gone this fast before.

She dives out of the back of the truck to the driver side door. Lando sits there, a few visible cuts, but he's smiling at her. She has half a mind to give the boy an earful, but refrains since he did just crash.

It takes her, Alex, and George to get him out of the car and into the truck. She stitches him up before they go home. In her car, mind you, since the one Lando drove is out of order.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be - just - please remember that I can't fix every kind of injury."

They curl up in bed together. The long night having drained them both of their energy.

"Maybe, but at least my odds of surviving until my thirties have gone up with you around."

"At this rate, you're more likely to die doing dishes then driving."

"That was one time!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to go home, not end up back at her job.

Granted, she's here for a different reason now. One that's not her fault and she's pissed about it. She's going to explode with emotions. Her body hurts so much.

Fucking drunk drivers. Who gave them the right to say it's her fault? Telling her she's lucky it wasn't worse.

A soft knock at the door draws her attention. Lando stands there look mildly disheveled. Still, he has his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. "Whatever am I going to do with you, my love? Always getting into accidents!"

He comes to lay beside her on the bed and she wiggles to make accommodate him. He pulls out a box of bandages from his pocket and proceeds to put them everywhere she has a new mark.

The stress of it all finally breaks through. She sobs into his shoulder and clings to his sweatshirt. "Thank you."

"Hey, none of that. I owe you for all the Band-Aids you've used on me and all those times you've patched me up."

"Does this mean I can drive your car now? Since I have extra speed?"

Lando raises his eyebrows. "Maybe not drive, but I can think of other things we can do with speed." He wiggles said eyebrows suggestively.

"How about, a speedy recovery? You have plenty of those."

"Alright fine, a speedy recovery - and I'll be here for all of it with a plethora of crayon Band-Aids because I bought them all just for you."

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silvervioletvalentine · 3 months

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‘I know I've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!’

Pairing : Lewis Hamilton X FemOC Candy!

Summary- in which she’s a spoilt , Primadonna girl and Lewis will do anything to get her to be his girl.

Candy didn’t know when this whole thing had started, what it was about her that had him so hooked and so obsessed with the idea of getting her to become his girl , to let him be her man.

She had done everything she could to deter him , she turned up to a high class bitchiness level that she had never even reached before . More cunty and more cruel than her friends could believe , getting great amusement out of putting one of the hottest , arrogant men down a few pegs every time she seen his pretty face .

But sometimes he got beneath her skin and wormed his over the top affections , his poetic words and endless promises of the a luxurious life he could give her.

Candy was certain that he would give her his kidney If she so much as hinted at wanting it, his promise of never ending supply of love and gifts never did fade .

Even when she thought that maybe , just maybe he had finally grown sick of chasing after her like a dog after his favourite ball.

It had been quite for the last three weeks , far more quite than she had grown accustomed to over the last year of knowing Lewis.

It unsettled her , a weird ache settling between her chest as she contemplated the fact that maybe he really had grown bored with her silly games , of her constant mean rejections and petty excuses to deny his affections time and time again.

And candy thought that she would be fine with this , that it wouldn’t bother her when things came to a still end like they always did with men’s attention waned on her after time had passed .

But instead of the indifference that she expected to feel , she just felt like a hole had been run right through her .

A frown settling over her pretty face the last few weeks when she realised that Lewis really wasn’t reaching out anymore . He usually never went a couple days or more without some type of communication .

It bad her rattled and she didn’t like it at all.

So she picked up her phone and dialled his number before she could find the reason in her brain telling her not to .

She was almost surprised when after only a couple of rings , he actually picked up. But she was too annoyed and too keyed up to even think of why he sounded so amused when he sang a pleased hello.

She cut straight through him without even wasting a single breath .

“Have you been in a terrible accident ? Have you lost your legs? Your voice? Have you sudden developed amnesia and forgotten who I am?” She bit out at him , offended by his lack of attention these past three weeks.

Despite the way that the last time she had seen him, she had told him to shove his designer gifts for her where the sun didn’t shine and to leave her the fuck alone.

To be fair , she had been on her period . Pissed off from the constant pain and moody from her suffering . And secondly , she hasn’t expected him to actually leave her the fuck alone.

This wasn’t how their game went at all. He should have been here with some pretty , sparkly things while telling her how much he had missed her.

What the hell was he playing at , ignoring her like this?

“Missed me sweetheart? I thought you didn’t want to see me? Changed your mind again?” He teased her , a giddy tone in his phone at the thought of her missing him so much.

It had been torture for him not to be Constantly on her ass and around her like he usually was , but he had just wanted to see what would happen if he really did follow through with her demands to fuck right off.

Half expecting Her to never reach out again, he was pleasantly surprised to hear her furious voice shouting at him again. It made his body relax and a smug grin settle on his face .

Candy let out a infuriated noise “no I didn’t! I was actually - I was actually just calling to let you know that I’ve moved on! adiós to you!” She shrilled.

Picking up her fluffy cat and hugging him to her chest with her free arm for comfort , the same rag doll that Lewis had gotten her for simply looking pretty this summer.

Lewis let out a chuckle , knowing her like his favourite well read book.

“Oh yeah? And who’s the lucky guys name? Anyone I know?” He played along. Putting his phone on speaker as he drove along the familiar road to her home .

Candy scowled to herself , angrily pacing her room at how amused he sounded . Her eyes traced the framed pictures on her wall, landing on one from her favourite band .

She blinked .

“No you don’t know him. His name is - his name is axl. The hottest man I’ve ever seen, we’re in love.” She blurted out wanting to make him as upset as he had made her these last few weeks of ignoring her .

Lewis was clearly grinning , she could hear his smug , beautiful grin through the damn phone .

“Cool name . Well If you’re happy…” he trailed off .

Candy was officially enraged “you don’t care?!” She almost screamed angrily. Tears filling her eyes .

His voice was careful as he replied smugly “do you want me to care sweetheart?”

She paused , sniffled then huffed loudly . “No. I don’t care if you don’t care!”

Lewis grinned to himself “okay cool. So just to be clear , you’ve moved on with some guy named Axl and you don’t care that I don’t care?” He teased.

Candy put down her poor cat and threw herself down onto the couch with a scowl on her face , wrapped herself in a blanket and tried not to cry.

“Correct.” Was all she hiccuped “well then- I’m glad we’ve cleared this up asshole. Thanks for not caring!” She made sure to get the last word in before she angrily hung up the phone .

Then she screamed into her pillow .

Only Abruptly pausing her long scream halfway when a loud knock echoed on her door.

She quickly straightened up and threw on Lewis’s hoodie that he had left last time he was here annoying her . Stomping to the door with the sourness of someone who felt like she has been dumped even though she wasn’t even in a relationship to start with.

What was her life?

She threw open the door ready to grab whatever parcel was being delivered , then froze as she came face to face with a grinning Lewis at her door.

Dressed in a beautiful dark red tracksuit set , skin glowing and hair braided back perfectly . Candy suddenly felt self conscious as she became acutely aware of her messy bed hair and mascara rimmed eyes , dressed in nothing but pj shorts and his hoodie .

“Hey baby.” He simply said after a few seconds of her gaping at him with wide eyes. Then he casually shuffled past her body, his band grazing her hip gently as he stepped into her apartment like it was his own.

It took her a few moments to gather her bearings before she was slamming the door shut and turning to him with a mean glower on her face . Heart racing in her chest at his sudden arrival.

“What are you doing here?!” She exclaimed shocked , and annoyingly relieved that he was finally there with her .

She kicked his foot , hard. Angry with him.

Lewis just smiled , leaned forward to gently run his fingers through her hair affectionately.

“Came to see you and your new boyfriend Axl.” His eyes darted to her picture of Axl rose on her wall as he said it.

Candy swallowed leaning into his touch for a moment before coming to her senses and batting his hand away.

“You just missed him.” She lied.

Lewis chuckled , amused ? knowing that she was lying and knowing that she knew that he knew that she was lying too.

“How convenient.” Was all he replied before taking a seat at the end of her couch, sitting on the arm of it . He looked up at her with his smile softening into something more warm and lovely .

“I’ve missed you. You look as beautiful as ever.” He told her softly , taking a hold of the hem of her shorts to tug her closer between his legs .

She let him. Cheeks flushing lightly as she gazed into his warm eyes , feeling her body turned to mush.

“Really?” She wondered then looked around him with a slight frown “where’s my gift?”

Lewis let out a loud laugh at how spoilt she was, though he supposed it was partly his fault. He never did arrive without a gift for his sweetheart after all.

“Don’t I get a hug first? I know you missed me.” He teased her, trailing his hand up to her waist and gently rubbing her soft skin beneath his hoodie .

She let her arms rest over his broad shoulders , pouting down at him.

“You said you didn’t care that I moved on.” She mumbled annoyed with him still.

He chuckled , hugging her to him . Resting his chin on her stomach as he peered up at her beneath his dark lashes .

“What? Moved on with Axl rose your imaginary boyfriend? Don’t be silly baby. You know I’m the only one for you.” He told her softly , smiling up at her with affection written all over his beautiful face.

Candy frowned down at him , playing with the diamond stud in his ear .

“I don’t like you.” She reminded him just out of habit by now.

Instead of getting upset , he just giggled at her stubbornness to Admit what he already knew. “Then why were you upset that I didn’t care?”

“I wasn’t upset and I don’t care that you don’t care Lewis. I just think it was mean to abandon me like that for three weeks . I thought you were dead.” She dramatically snapped .

She had watched him at his races . She knew that he was perfectly fine. Which only upset her more because then what other excuse did he have for ignoring her like that then?

Death was the only reasonable excuse to do that!

He rose a brow at her , lifting her hoody to look at the sparkly diamond H belly stud that she had on. The same one he had given her last time he saw her.

He bent down his head and gently kissed it, smirking to himself as he felt her whole body shiver against his lips.

“Don’t like me ignoring you? Now you know how I feel. Isn’t nice is it?” He mumbled against another soft kiss on her belly . Only pulling away when she slapped his forehead not so gently .

He looked up to see her glaring down at him, furious.

“I do not ignore you like that!” She denied.

He rolled his eyes “you told me to go fuck myself the last time I was here. Then refused to pick up my calls the rest of the week.” He reminded her.

She just scoffed “I was upset! I was bleeding from my vagina Lewis! Not everything is about you! I wasn’t in the mood for your games!” She argued.

He paused, then tilted his head with a slight frown. “You could have just told me that. I would have gotten you a heating pad and some chocolate. You didn’t have to be so mean baby.” He said.

She just sniffled at him , gently rubbing at the back of his neck with her fingers absentmindedly. “I’m not mean.”

The look he gave her was full of disbelief “no? Then why aren’t you my girl then?” His question had her stumped.

She spluttered for answer , blinking rapidly . “Well- cause I’m not impressed.” She answered him shortly.

He barked out a laugh “no?” He grinned looking up at her with eyes full of amusement .

“The jewellery and the clothes weren’t enough? The cat , the paid of loans and your car? Still not impressive enough?” He listed off all of the things he had gotten her this past year . Growing more amused by the second as he watched her stubbornly shake her head at him.

“Nope.” She muttered arrogantly .

“Then what would it take for you to be my girl?” He wanted to know.

She searched her mind for something “a mansion like yours. With a king size bed. And - and your Ferrari.” She said the most ridiculous thing she could think of. Something he couldn’t give her.

His eyes searched her face for a long moment before simply humming . “Will you stay at mine tonight with me? Roscoe misses you.” He said already getting to his feet .

He grabbed her phone and keys from the table , not even waiting for an answer before heading to her door. Knowing she would follow him.

She did .

“What will we do? I don’t want to bored all night.” She huffed as she followed him out.

Letting him lock her door, absentmindedly grabbing his hand as he lead her down her apartment stairs . Missing the way he smiled down at her , shaking his head fondly .

They were almost to the car when he finally responded , making her skin flush red and knees weaken as he bluntly told her

“I’m going to fuck you so hard till you know no other name than mine . Then I’m going to eat you out for however long it takes for you to realise that there’s no one better for you than me baby.” He kissed the side of her head before pushing her down into the passenger seat casually .

Candy just blinked up at him in shock , face red and belly fluttering . “Oh. Okay.” She weakly spluttered in response .

Lewis just smirked and flicked her chin lightly before closing the door shut, jogging around to the drivers side quickly .

And Lewis never broke his promises. And by the time the stars were twinkling bright , his name was all she could scream .

When candy woke up the next morning , it was to the sound of Lewis ‘awwing’ loudly at something .

She grumbled to herself as she pushed herself out of his bed , blushing at the fact that she was wearing nothing but his shirt .

Lewis having put It on her while she exhaustedly let him look after her and tuck her into his chest , kissing her head gently as she drifted off to sleep.

Yawning loudly , she stomped her way down the fancy stairs of his home . Grumpy from being woken up .

“What the hell are you awwing at you weirdo?” She called out to Lewis the moment she caught sight of him in the hallway.

He looked over at her with a bright smile on his face , beckoning her over for a hug. She immediately fell into his chest , still tired as she lazily hugged him back.

“Roscoe loves kitties . It’s so cute.” Lewis casually told her , stroking her hair away from her face as she tried to wake up properly.

“Huh?” She let out confusedly wondering why he looked so smug and amused . Then she turned her head and froze as she saw roscoe cuddled up with mr snuggles , her cat .

She blinked at her cat in Lewis’s home , with his dog. Wondering if she was still dreaming .

Then She glanced over to the front room and saw her Tiffany lamps and her cushions on his couch , glancing down at the carpet to see her heart shaped rug there too.

She gasped loudly in shock “what the fuck?!” She immediately turned back to Lewis with wide eyes, gaping at him.

“Why are my things In your house? Why is my kitty here? What the fuck?!” She shouted in absolute disbelief .

Lewis just smiled at her serenely , clearing pleased with himself . He leaned down to stroke her cat when he walked over to him purring , leaving Candy to just blink at him in disbelief .

“You said that the only way you would be with me is if you had a mansion with a king side bed and well…” he pointedly looked around his mansion and the king sized bed she had gotten out of . Grinning proudly at her as he did so.

“What’s mine is now yours baby. And also…” he dug his hand into his hoodie pocket and pulled out some keys .

He opened up her placed and gently placed them in her hand. “There’s my keys to my Ferrari that you wanted as well.” He said.

Candy felt like she was going to pass out .

Gaping at this insane man that was more than happy to give her everything he had. She felt her heart swell in her chest, briefly looking down at the Ferrari keys in her hand and all her things in his home .

She spluttered “but-what? I can’t just live with you! That’s insane!” Her hands were trembling

around the keys at his casual devotion to giving her whatever the hell she wanted .

Lewis just shrugged casually , walking over to her slowly like she was a spooked animal. And maybe she was , she sure felt like a deer in headlights then.

What the fuck was her life?

“Why not? I’m in love with you and I’m pretty sure you’re in love with me. I want you by my side , always. And what better way than living with you?” He simply explained like it was that easy. And maybe for him it was .

Candy just looked at him like he had grown a third head.

“That’s pretty arrogant to assume that I love you Lewis!” She snapped at him stubbornly . Blushing red. “What if I hated your guts? This would be real awkward for you!”

Lewis just laughed at her attitude “oh yeah? So the ‘please Lewis! Fuck me harder Lewis! Just like that baby! all that was because you hated me was it?” He smugly copied her high pitched voice screaming last night .

Making her quickly slap his bicep with a embarrassed gasp, face feeling like it was on fire.

“Lewis!” She shrieked while he just giggled harder

“shut up! I do not sound like that! How dare you?!”

Lewis rolled his eyes at her fondly “how dare me? How dare you! Why are you being so god damn stubborn? Why can’t you just admit that you love me? We could be married by now if you just stopped being so mean!” He exclaimed right back at her in exasperation.

But never angry, no, not with her. He loved her

Too damn much after all.

“I’m not mean! Fuck you!” She yelled back.

“You already did and will again after you just admit that I’m right!”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Mr always right!” She sarcastically shouted back.

Lewis snorted a laugh “so you don’t want me then? Don’t want to live with me and drive my Ferrari?” He challenged her.

She paused , then fidgeted with the diamond tennis bracelet that Lewis had gotten for her , on her wrist .

“I didn’t - I didn’t say that-“

He grinned smugly “admit it then. Go on.” He gave her a nudge , utterly beaming by now .

Candy huffed like a child and rolled her eyes at him . “I just - are you serious?” She eyed him like he was playing some nasty , elaborate joke on her . Waiting for him to shout ‘gotchu girl!’.

Lewis squinted his eyes at her in disbelief “are you serious?” He returned the question to her in slight annoyance at her doubting him after everything .

“I’m obviously very serious baby , my god! Your cat is in my house and I just have you my Ferrari! What a weird, expensive joke that would be!” He exclaimed.

What a strange woman he was in love with he thought , so suspicious of him , Jesus!

Candy sniffed , clutched her diamond necklace on her neck (another gift from him) and slowly nodded her head.

“right . Well..” she uncomfortably cleared her throat , not one for being sappy or emotional over a man but damn , her heart was about to burst right now.

“Thanks babe.” She settled on lamely instead.

Lewis looked at her grimacing face then burst out into hysterical giggles . “You’re so welcome sweetheart. Come ‘ere” he tugged her over to him by her folded arm, grinning into her hair as he hugged her tightly to his chest .

His stubborn , spoilt girl.

Candy hugged him back without any hesitation, squeezing his waist tight . Sighing in content , she planted a gentle kiss on his chest .

“Lew?” She spoke up after another minute of just standing there cuddling in the front room while their pets stared at them like they were watching a entertaining show .

His smile was evident in his voice “yeah baby?”

She sighed in defeat , too happy to care about her pride anymore . “You’re so right by the way.” She admitted to him quietly .

He hummed smugly “yeah?”

She nodded with a huff “yeah.” She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes , he was so fucking beautiful it made her want to cry.

All mine. She almost growled , kissing his mouth just because she could . Lewis sighed against her lips happily

“Say it baby. Come on..” he whispered against her mouth , lips curling into a grin when she just sighed again.

“I love you. So much. And I missed you so don’t do that shit to me again. I’m not one to be ignored.” She told him sternly , pointing a nail into his chest.

He giggled and kissed her again “noted. Do not ignore my girl again.” He murmured then “and I love you too. You stubborn, mean girl.”

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have your Mercedes too? Just for Wednesdays?”

A pause , then “why Wednesday’s?” He asked amused.

She shrugged as she let him pull her down onto the couch to continue making out , side eyeing her blanket on his couch.

When the hell did he even do all this? She wondered? Still In disbelief that he had all her things moved into his home (their home now?) while she was asleep.

Was a sneaky little guy.

“Just to shake things up a little.” She replied simply.

Lewis didn’t even hesitate to agree.

Maybe she’d buy him a vegan waffle for dinner to repay him, she thought with a grin as she accepted his Mercedes car keys too.

She needed some new keychains , she thought mindlessly . Imagining the looks on her friends face when she rolled up in his Ferrari for their weekend brunches .

If this was a game , she had totally won. She thought to herself contently as she felt Lewis trail kisses down her neck.

A new mansion, two new cars and Lewis fucking hamilton as her man.

Oh yeah, she had totally won in life .

#lewis hamilton imagine #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #lewis hamilton oneshot

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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I'm your number one fan, I need Dick Grayson jealous.

I don't know what happened but I got so many DC and Marvel related asks all of a sudden. Like over 10 of them.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, confession, jealousy, desperate kissing, fear of rejection, pining, sharing clothes

A/N: Let's get some angst in first thing in the morning!

Jealous!Dick Grayson who is a big puppy when he's jealous. He's clingy, he's pouty, he gives you the silent treatment and then wonders why you're not talking to him. He would rather suffer in silence when he's jealous then make it seem like he can't stand the other guy talking to you. He will throw himself into work all day, every day to avoid having to think about it and then wrap you in the biggest hug when he sees you again.

"Have you been avoiding me this week? No, no, I noticed you talking to everyone else but not me, what's up with that huh? What do you mean I've been unavailable? I reply to every text you send. So you want me to try harder? You should have admitted you wanted my company, I would have given it to you."

Jealous!Dick Grayson who just so happens to forget one of his favorite jackets at your place and buys one just like it afterwards. He knows the kind of message it will send and he thinks you look adorable in his jacket, his colors. If anyone else offers you their clothes he'll interrupt, no so subtly either, and say that he's feeling a bit too warm so you can just have his, no need to take anyone else's clothes.

"You're cold, here, you have can my jacket. I'm gonna be fine, you know I'm quick on my feet, I can get home pretty fast. No need to give it back, I have one pretty similar to it anyway. It looks way better on you then it ever did on me anyway."

Jealous!Dick Grayson who keeps his feelings secret as much as possible unless he notices someone flirting with you. Or if you show interest in someone else. He doesn't know how to act in a way that won't give away his feelings for you and he's always trying to stay close to you in case someone makes a move on you. He isn't able to keep himself away from you, his hand away from yours or his angry eyes off the other person.

"I'm glad they backed off when they did, they seemed to be making you a little uncomfortable. You should learn to tell people no you know that? You... like it when I do it for you. Oh! I... I see. I can do that for you any time. I can be your personal bodyguard. What do you mean that's hot? Ha, you're so silly sometimes."

Jealous!Dick Grayson who gets so scared of you rejecting him that he decided to shoot his shoot just before he has to go on a week long mission. His kiss is so desperate, deep, a little salty because you can taste his tears. He's been hiding these feelings for so damn long, and now that they're out he's not even giving you the opportunity to respond properly.

"Tell me when I come back. Whatever it is, I'll accept it. And please, please don't do it over text, that's gonna be so embarrassing for me. Or in front of our friends. You know what, why don't I come and see you after my mission. You'll leave the window open for me right?"

Jealous!Dick Grayson who doesn't get any less jealous when you're in a relationship with him. If anything he goes from a big puppy to the silently aggressive guard dog. He will kiss you any time he sees someone coming onto you, no questions asked. And to rub it in their face even more he will make sure you kiss him back just as hard and show everyone how much you love him and only him.

"Was the kiss too much for you? I wasn't thinking in the moment, but judging from the way you kissed me you liked it. You didn't allow that flirting just to get a kiss from me did you? If you wanted my attention in pubic there are easier ways to make sure that happens."

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star-suh · 7 months

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So since you write for Jackson wang

I have a silly request

How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you

I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics

Not Your Typical Party

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)

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it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.

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"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.

minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave.

"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.

the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.

jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry.

"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…

in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love, i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…

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it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.

jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.

#jacksong wang x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #male reader #got7 x male reader #wang jackson x male reader #male reader smut #fluff attempt #angst attempt

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 7 months

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Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.

#la squadra #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #ghiaccio x reader #illuso x reader #pesci x reader #jjba #melone x reader #prosciutto x reader

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olichat-reads · 1 year

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Mountain

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your love for Bakugou is like a mountain but even mountains crack & crumble eventually, don't they?

Warnings: angst :D like all the way. its just angst. maybe w a sprinkle of fluff. major character death not katsu dw.

A/n: its one in the morning & i chose violence 😂😌 here's to the first proper angsty fic i've ever written. please join my mourning.

🌟

"Hey, Katsu. I know this is pretty selfish of me. And I know this will be nothing but a nuisance to you. Even so.." you trailed off, lifting your gaze off the ground to meet those ruby eyes you've fallen for, practiaclly beaming up at him.

"I like you, Katsuki!"

That was the day it all started, the day your friendship changed.

Bakugou & Y/n. The two of you were a well known pair amongst the students in UA & everyone in your presence in general. Everyone knew the explosive blonde who was loud, rash & rude, the ambitious Bakugou Katsuki who vowed to devote his life to become the future number one hero.

Then there was you, his bestfriend since childhood. The complete opposite of the angry blonde- a good natured, friendly chatterbug who is seemingly blind to her bestfriend's outright menacing demeanor, Bakugou's happy second shadow he can't seem to get rid of. You made quite the jarring pair indeed. But being friends with Bakugou came to you easily.

It was no wonder loving him felt just as simple. Regardless of your feelings being unrequited.

Somehow, despite having attempted crossing the line of platonic friends, you managed to keep your friendship with Bakugou. Persistent enough to stay by his side. Never allowing things to be awkward. Sometimes it felt like nothing ever changed, like you were the same annoying bestfriend that stuck by him growing up.

And sometimes you'd randomly blurt out your feelings for him when he so much as buys you your favourite drink on a whim.

"Aahhh Katsuki I love you-"

"Why the fuck must you go out & say it at the weirdest times?!"

"I can't help it! I have so much love for you y'know? Sometimes it just overflows! Especially when you're so nice to me!"

"I'm never being nice to you again, dammit!"

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Every valentine's day held a memory Bakugou obtained against his will.

"Bakugou Katsuki, please go out with me!"

"Hah? Is this whats got you so damn twitchy all day?"

"Aw come on! I'm asking out the guy I like here. Of course I'm nervous!" You pout childishly, still holding out the black box of chocolates wrapped neatly in an orange bow.

"Tch. As if you haven't been doing that every other day for the past 2 years. Whats left to be nervous about?" He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Shifting his attention to the box in your hands, he narrowed his eyes as if it personally insulted him, before returning his annoyed gaze to you.

"You know I'm not taking it. When are you going to learn that this ain't going nowhere, hah?"

"Ugh, you meanie," you huffed, flopping down in Midoriya's empty seat, spinning it round to face the grumbling blonde's desk. "Its always worth a shot," you mumbled out. Undoing the the ribbons, you'd open the box & share the chocolates with him. Chattering about your internship & studies as if you didn't just got rejected by him.

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He asked once, after rejecting you yet again, if you were ever going to give up on your feelings for him. If you were ever going to realize that your efforts were futile & there was nothing for you to keep fighting for.

"I can't give up so easily, silly! My love for you is so heavy, it feels like I'd suffocate sometimes you know. Its like- like a mountain!" You explained eagerly, hands waving in the air to emphasis your point.

"Tsk. And what happens when you run out hm? What happens when that mountain chips away bit by bit, until there's nothing left?"

He'd seen it that day. Something flickering in your eyes just for a second, disappearing before he could put a finger on what it was, replaced by that same stupid smile you always wore.

"Wah~ I'd actually be crushed, huh? Who knows if I'd survive~" you sang out playfully.

It was hurt.

He recognized it now. Who knew how many more times you've blinked that look away, locked up the agony he inflicted upon your heart that only yearned for him to accept its love. How many times that stupid smile masked the heartbreak underneath. How many times he convinced himself it was fine, because you were smiling. That you were fine.

"Goddamn idiot."

☆

Your love for him was like a mountain, you'd say. He wondered if it hurt, every time he chipped of a piece by his harsh words. He wondered if it pained you everytime his rejection made a little of that love crumble.

There were times you'd appear at his door in the middle of the night. So late, that you didn't wear that smile & he didn't yell at you for waking him up, both of you too tired to keep your own walls up to notice the others' was down. You'd look so tired, so small & frail, like a broken soul defeated by life itself. Yet something would still faintly sparkle in your eyes, no matter how dull, when you looked up at him apologetically.

Neither of you would speak. You'd climb into bed with him & hide away in his chest. He'd never see it, having you curled uo so tightly against him, but he knew you'd cry yourself to sleep, feeling the tremble in your body & the tears soaking his shirt. He'd stay awake until your breathing finally evened out.

He'd never ask you. Everything seemed like a dream the next day. He'd wake up alone, no signs of your late night visit. He'd see you in class as usual, the spark back in your eyes as bright as ever, as if it never dimmed in the first place. You'd act as you always would, bubbly & way too excited.

He never knew what had you crying on those nights.

He'd be convinced he dreamt up the night before if you didn't address it in your own subtle way.

When Mina & Kaminari would go on their daily pestering about your blatant crush on your bestfriend. Moaning for you to just go out with one of them instead, whining why you'd waste your feelings on their grumpy friend while you giggled at their antics.

"How could I not love Katsu," you'd say, subtly locking your eyes with him from across the classroom. Something soft & grateful in your gaze before you turned back to your noisy friends.

☆

Your heart seemed thethered to him no matter what he does.

He remembered the time you burst into recovery girl's office. You've been away on your internship. You must have heard about his incident from your classmates when you got back. Knowing them, they must've made a bigger deal off his injuries than they actually were.

He'd jump slightly as the door slammed open to reveal you- wide eyed & panting. Your frantic gaze searched the room until they landed on him, scanning him for the severity of his injuries.

Having seen he was okay, that he was conscious & well, you all but fell to your knees, the last of the adrenaline seeming to have drained from your exhausted body.

"Fuck," you breathed out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Katsu. That's bad for my heart."

He saw you crying that night, tears wetting your cheeks & dripping off your face. Yet you still wore that smile, as wobbly as it was.

He hated that stupid smile.

Even now, as you lay on the hospital, it never leaves your face. That dopey, lovesick expression looked terribly out of place on your broken body.

"I thought you loved me, hah? Was that a lie? If you love me then hold on, you little shit. You want me to love back, don't you? Then, stay alive. Don't you dare die on me now or I'll kill you myself, you hear?" He heard his own voice crack, felt his cheeks grew wet, but he didn't care.

"Fuck. Fuck. I love you too, you fucking dumbass."

You laughed at that. It sounded wrong. Weak & frail, muffled by the oxygen mask that was barely helping your shallow breaths. Yet, it was just as melodic as Bakugou remembered. It has always been such a pretty sound.

"Thank you, Katsu."

☆

Standing at the edge of the beach alone, he felt as though he could almost hear you laughing by his side as he looked on at the blue sea. Just as you did all those time you pestered him into going to 'your favourite place in the entire world' you claimed.

"Because this is the place I fell in love with you," you'd tell him every single time. Recalling the day your entire world changed & your heart grew twice its size with love for your bestfriend.

"Sounds fucking cursed." His response the same each time as he watched the waves crash into the shore, lightly lapping at his feet.

And you'd laugh something so happy & free in the golden light of the setting sun, the bubbly joy so contagious, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

He holds onto the memory, keeps it safe in his heart as to never forget what your laughter sounded like, worried one day he'll forget.

Its been awhile since he heard it after all.

5 years felt like forever with the emptiness you left behind.

His life felt too quiet with you no longer around to fill the silence. It left his heart heavy. He could almost hear your teasing at the thought.

'I thought you said you'd enjoy the peace & quiet when I'm no longer around, hm, Katsu? Gonna finally admit that you were wrong?'

It was a weird feeling. He knew you so well, he could guess what you'd say to him as if you were still around. Could almost hear it, to the point it felt like he was talking to a ghost of you.

Somedays it was comforting. Other days it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

"I miss you, stupid."

'I know, Katsu.'

Sometimes Bakugou wondered.

If he hadn't left so many cracks in your mountain, if he hadn't let it crumble & chip away along the years, would you have had enough love to stay alive?

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A/n: i can't believe i actually wrote this in one sitting. i feel like i'd hate the formating when i reread this tomorrow morning. but hey i hope you enjoy the read. or broke your heart. one of those.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #oliwrites

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thefanboyhub · 1 month

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Bronte headcanons?!??!

(Sorry if I've already asked you that)

Do you want to give Bronte a kiss on the forehead and cuddles???

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE HIM MORE THI OBVI ALSO YESSSSSSS I DO AND YES I WILL GIVE YOU MY HEADCANNONS

He started the whole vampire shit with humans. He was so emo and brooding and all that silly stuff when humans were around and it made the myth/legend of vampires.

He actually loves his curly hair but refuses to be taken as a joke so he keeps his hair buzzed. (Too many people said he looked soft with his curly hair long)

If he were to step down from the council it would be to adopt a child. DONT ASK ME WHY I JUST HAVE A FEELING HE WOULD OK.

Use to be reckless and wild until he accident hurt people he cares about which set him down the path to becoming what he is today.

Is more up to date with the times than any other ancient elf. He is actually surprisingly patient and loves to learn the new stuff no matter how hard he tries to bullshit it and say he doesn't care and all that emo bs.

If he cares about you he's very attentive and does a lot of silent acts of service; like making food and having it sent to you and all that jazz. But it's hard for anyone to get in his heart, mostly because he takes his job seriously.

Definitely not straight. His sassy ass is most definitely bisexual but also not really into anyone. He just thinks everyone is hot and doesn't think much farther than that.

The OG emo/goth but when he was younger he was the OG punk/scene kid. Don't ask, I just know it ok.

When not sober he's literally the softest and silliest guy ever: one time he flirted with Emery while drunk (he made an excuse the next day saying he thought Emery was a women while drunk. It was a lie. He knew.)

Switches from the parent of the council to the bratty child who doesn't like complying with the group.

Very close with Oralie, even before Sophie. He was one of the few people to support her and actively gossips with her. They are besties your honor.

He used to be much sillier and laid back when he first joined the council but after the thousands of years and all that he's seen he learned to become cold and do what has to do.

Out of all the council he would be the least likely to have his mind shatter from guilt: especially if the guilt would be murder of any kind. He's seen a lot and he's desensitized to it in a sense. He wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt if it was to protect the helpless.

He is very against hurting helpless people in any kind. He was only aggressive with Sophie because he knew she wasn't helpless and that she was probably dangerous; He never wished her to be harmed in the way she was. Even when inflicting he went easy on her.

I also think he only basically bullied Sophie to push her to be better to prove him wrong. He did not want her to be evil, so he was the bad that pushed her to do good ifykwim.

Likes to nap any chance he gets. He just likes how comfy his bed is tbh.

Not fond of land animals unless they're fluffy as all hell and adores sea creatures.

Use to hate change when he was younger and now he's so used to change that he handles it the best out of anyone on the council.

Mourns his old friends as if they were dead because he cannot connect with anyone due to his job. Secretly thinks of Oralie and Emery as his friends but never tell him. (They know and they also don't say anything.)

Emery and Him have kissed. I just know it.

Disassociates a lot. Dawg is traumatized, like he's been alive for how long? Ain't no way he ain't traumatized.

Anyways

That's all <3

(I could make this man smile I swear I could. Like I could make him happy. Once chance Bronte PLEASE. AGE IS JUST A NUMBER 😭/J)

#thefanboyhub #thefanboy #thefanboyhub rambles #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #kotlc thoughts #kotlc bronte #ask #answering asks #I LOVE HIM HES MY BBG #also im dissociated a little so if the post is funky i apologize #byeeeeee

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kanene-yaaay · 6 months

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The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

#See ya beans <3 #BIg hugs and spinning hugs all around #Kanene being Kanene #More than 3000 posts gosh that is crazyyy

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angelicsjn · 10 months

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oh dang, i just found your blog today and i really like the concept of jae. before (if you do) take him out, can you please head canon on how we met him/how he got obsessed? also love the whole concept of your blog

Hi! I'm so sorry for my lack of being alive. I'm here, ready to write and bang these requests out. Thank you for all the requests, love, and support.

Thank you very much!!

JAE 'NIKO' LEE

Due to Jae's fame and job, he doesn't meet many people outside of his lifestyle. So when he meets you it's a big deal.

He automatically likes the fact you both live different lives and would actually prefer it if he were the one who'd provide. It gives him more control.

He has good eyes, and he knows how and who to pick. He picked you.

Jae 'bumped' into you, masked and clothed in all black to avoid being recognised and when he realises you didn't recognise him — even after hearing his voice and seeing his eyes, he falls instantly.

He likes the fact that he's a mystery to you. You don't know him, his life, anything at all. He's a random person on the streets.

He quickly turns into the stranger at your doorstep, getting familiar with your house, how you live, the windows you keep open to the fact you leave the back door unlocked because you lock the gate.

(he climbs over the gate, that won't stop him.)

He memorises your daily routine, who your friends are, and who he will get rid of. He makes note of even the smallest of things to what's your comfort food and what perfume you use the most.

He will even steal your perfume and replace it with a new one. He could have kept the new one, but it wasn't yours. Didn't hold your fingerprints and memories.

You had forgotten about the stranger you bumped into, but the stranger now knew everything about you.

Over the time of working as an idol, he paid close attention to the IT workers, especially the ones that would hack into things, usually to upvotes during comebacks and yearly awards.

He used those skills to hack into your things, keep a close eye on you when he's busy. Into the cameras outside your home to edit himself out after each visit but to see who you take home. Your phone to see who you're messaging and what photos he could keep.

All in all, he's your classic stalker.

Since he knows your life inside out, he knows it's about time you met him.

He did this smoothly, naturally, and you never suspected a thing.

You work two jobs, you had a late night shift, and they're the worst. You go home around 4AM, and by 1, you're bored out of your mind.

That's when a handsome stranger walked through, most of his face covered with a cap, which he pulled off, ruffling his dark hair as he ordered a drink.

You were honestly captivated. He's so beautiful.

Things went well. You have so much in common!

You made the joke of, 'Are you sure you aren't a stalker?' Whe. You express how alike you are, he jokes back: 'maybe I am. I stalk you everywhere. I'm just that obsessed' and it becomes a joke.

You think he's so funny and silly, little do you know he's quite literally telling you the truth.

He asks for your number before the night ends, and of course, you say yes.

After that, a wonderful bond is created.

You speak all the time. He doesn't tell you his job. He did say he works in entertainment, not that he's an idol. He wants to keep that side of him away from you.

He's so supportive and so so sweet you have moments where you think, 'do I deserve this? He's so perfect.'

He's the type to send you a sweet paragraph after a bad day, to reassure you, to send small things to your house 'just because it reminded me of you'

He's honestly the most perfect man you could ask for.

He's so romantic and asks you to be his officially on a cute date, something he knew you'd like. How could you say no? He's amazing.

"I know that people have hurt you before. I understand. I know it'll take time for you to show your full self to me. I know we will have bad days and arguments and moments where we wish we never met. But I will love all those moments because I love you. I know it's fast to say that, but I do. I love you. Everything about you. You're the light in the dark that I've been looking for all my life, and I won't let that go.

You're mine, forever and always."

#darling reader #darlingcore #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you

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yunarim · 11 months

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OK SO, hear me out, a oneshot of Chenya and RBB (English version or the korean one) by Red Velvet

- Reveluv anon

— you’re a bad boy and you’re bad for me !! ⁺💥🧷

⸝⸝★ tags : gn reader, fluff, songfic (i highly rely on the lyrics hehe) ⸝⸝★ song : really bad boy (rbb) — red velvet (inpsired by korean ver but eng would do well too)

“You’ve been staring in that direction for an unholy amount of time, Yuu.”

Ace really means it when he says it. And you know that too, given you really are staring at the spot where a strange but most definitely cute boy appeared… ergh, floating midair? No, you already witnessed Lilia doing that, but that stranger was more like splashing in bright blots of purple, causing your stomach to react the same – tangling and splattering with excitement.

“Ah,” you say without even blinking. “I guess you’re right.”

“Let’s go, we need to find Trey anyway,” Deuce nods to you and you finally manage to return from whatever state you were in.

What an interesting person he is, that Chenya guy, you decide after following Ace and Deuce and throwing one more quick glance at the spot where he first appeared, noticing how air trembled a little, and only Chenya’s head popped up in the air. He gave you a wink, sending your pulse right to the stratosphere, and dissolved in the air.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, attracting Deuce’s attention.

“Did you say something?”

“Nothing.”

“What’s with Yuu?”

You don’t even notice Riddle and Trey approaching your table when you’re chewing your sandwich mindlessly, your thoughts somewhere far away from the current conversation.

“Yuu‘s been spacing out lately.” You hear Deuce answering and turn to Trey, suddenly lighting up.

“Sorry,” you say abruptly. “Good morning, everyone. And Trey, I have one little question.”

“Yes, what is it?..”

You smile sheepishly, thinking he would probably say you’re being silly, but you don't care as much, head is filled only with thoughts of him.

“Do you know Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker?”

A sudden silence lingering between all of you once you say it, blinking at Trey and noticing Riddle’s eyes narrowing.

“How do you know him?” He asks and before you manage to even part your lips a little, Ace’s breaking into your dialogue.

“Forget how, I have another question. How did you even manage to remember his name?!”

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s not really hard!”

“I guess it isn’t when you’re, uh, you,” Deuce replies. “You’re a strange one.”

“We’ve been childhood friends with him and Riddle,” Trey finally gives you an answer and thinks maybe he shouldn’t have, given he almost physically saw bright heart-shaped sparkles in your eyes.

“Oh! Cool!” Your joyful laugh makes everyone stop talking and freaking out because of your reactions and appreciate how cute it sounds before you continue. “Then do you have his number?”

You wonder why everyone falls silent again and what is the reason behind Riddle’s concerned expression.

“Yuu,” Trey breaks it first, ignoring your clueless gaze.

“Hm?” You answer.

“Do you… Uh, have a crush on him?”

“Ah!” You exclaim, covering bright pinkish blush on your cheeks with your hands and smile playfully. “Am I being that obvious?”

“I’m in no position to tell you what to do or how to think, but consider it advice…” Trey says, adjusting his glasses. “Please, Yuu, not him. He’s too bad, you’ll get hurt.”

Riddle and Trey expect you to get upset or frown at least, and you really fall silent for a mere moment before giggle and exclaim.

“It makes him better, isn’t it?”

“I consider giving you up at this point,” Riddle says to you. But it’s not like you care, already saving Chenya’s contact after Trey sighed and gave it to you, not being able to resist your absolutely unobtrusive puppy eyes.

They say he lives trusting only his handsome face, but you could care less when you messaging him when the next time you meet will be and he replies with some sort of a riddle (what a horrible allusion, you think), remaining so enchantingly mysterious.

You know maybe you shouldn’t fall for the obviously ‘typical bad boy’ type, but…How could you not when Chenya’s making your every late night call entertaining, promising he would appear in your dreams (and how he really does, given your head’s full of him during broad daylight as well as during such chilly lonely evenings in Ramshackle).

“I heard Yuu‘s scream was heard even in Diasomnia,” Ace says when he and Deuce meet you and Grim in the morning. “What happened?”

“Felt like reaping my ears off,” Grim says instead of you.

“Oh, nothing much,” you giggle. “Chenya just said he would visit us soon!”

“Do you mean you deciphered all the things he said?!”

“Hm?” You press a finger to your lip, wondering. “He’s pretty okay! Oh, look, he messaged again!”

Ace and Deuce bend over you to check what ‘he’s pretty okay’ line actually means when they see yours “Do you plan on visiting us today?” and his “Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut~” line they just stare in incomprehension and maybe a little bit of appreciation for your insanity of sorts.

“You’re crazy,” Ace decides when he sees you blushing. “Like, no joke.”

“We’re all mad here.”

“Aargh!! Don’t even try talking like him!”

“Hehe~”

You find yourself wandering around Heartslabyul’s maze, the scent of roses lingering on you.

You notice familiar air trembling and reflecting on the sun, small light sparkles dancing before you, and you smile cutely, your heart pounding in your chest.

“These days I’m in a panic situation.” You say almost to yourself, knowing Chenya is here, just messing around with you.

How thrilling it is! He’s most definitely here, but you miss him as if you’re having a fever, your emotions are taking a roller coaster ride, and you can’t control your smile, delight spreads all over your face.

“Really?~”

Lights splash, and Chenya appears before you, his hair clips jingles softly when he bends over closer to your face. “He’s a bad boy” running through your head, Trey and Riddle’s complaints popping up in your mind within a second, but you brush it off when Chenya smiles at you.

“Good evening!!” You exclaim, restraining yourself in order to not to throw yourself at him. “You really came!”

“Every adventure requires a first step, after allnya~”

Chenya grins, playfully wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger, and winks at you, causing you to squeak cutely and get a little bit closer to him.

“No matter how bad you are, I like you.”

“My, thank nya.”

He suddenly reappears behind your back, taking your hands in his and waltzing you deeper in the maze, but you don’t mind, humming something to yourself and enjoying his company. How mad Riddle and Trey would be! Haha, what a thrilling situation.

“Hey, Chenya,” he stops, his tale gently resting on the small of your back. He’s being extremely close to you, and at this moment you can’t think of anything else, it’s just Chenya shining in this world for you.

“Nya?~” He asks you, his face close to yours.

“You’re too good to give someone else. Wanna date me?”

Chenya giggles, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek and reappearing beside you, taking your hand in his.

“I’m a stranger. You’re a stranger. Together, we are… strangers, nya~”

Oh my god, he’s a really bad boy, you think, intertwining your fingers with his and smiling.

He’s a bad boy and he’s bad for you.

⸝⸝★ note : i LOVE this idea so much reveluv anon i'm in love w your brain like no joke

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #chenya x reader #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker

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whumpshaped · 9 months

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that devil hot crossover fic is coming i promise but i just have these little ideas that are easier to write out when im half asleep bc they dont need to be coherent

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tw angel/demon stuff, multiple whumpees, vivisection, gore, cannibalism, starvation mention, power dynamics

There were certain things that lesser demons learned very quickly upon coming into existence.

Like newborn fawns, the first lesson was always that either they figured out how to run fast, or they were going to be devoured by something stronger and more vicious than themselves.

The second was the pecking order and their place in it. Hunting got very difficult when their prey could be taken away at any moment; often, if they proved to be any good at it, the thief would even force them to hunt specifically for them without giving them a single bite in exchange.

And the third was that a pack of low-ranking demons stood no chance against anyone they might've wanted to. Enough ants might take down a spider in the wilderness on the surface, but in Hell, the power imbalance between the ranks seemed to be too great for the numbers to have a serious effect.

Therefore the only way to reliably survive was to either move to almost desolate areas where starving was guaranteed and contact with others was scarce, or... to "befriend" a higher-ranking demon for protection. Of course, even if that meant not being eaten, it did not mean not being harmed. Overworked. Taken advantage of.

Shax was well-aware of the nature of his relationship with his closest (only) friend. He did whatever he was told, and in exchange, Astaroth made sure that he stayed alive and well enough to keep performing his duties. He never stopped fearing zyr, not for a single moment. He knew if he did, that'd be his last mistake.

"Don't you want to feel it?" Astaroth asked with a grin, hand buried wrist-deep in zyr angel's chest cavity. The thing was whining endlessly, a sound that made Shax want to pounce and sink his teeth into their throat. Alas, the angel wasn't his, so he stayed put until Astaroth gave him permission.

"May I?" he asked timidly, and ze rolled zyr eyes.

"Would I ask you otherwise?"

Yes. Shax didn't bring up any of the thousands of occasions when Astaroth commanded him to do something, only to later punish him for it. "Right. Sorry."

He walked over and knelt down by the twitchy body of the half-dead creature, wishing he could've had an opportunity to catch one too. Bind one to himself. It was a dream so far removed from reality that he felt silly even thinking about it. Lowly trash like him wouldn't even have the required level of magic in their blood.

He dipped a hand under the angel's ribcage, so fixated on the gore he was allowed to witness that he didn't notice the hungry look on Astaroth's face. He dug around in there, touching their lungs, their heart... It was beating so fast, almost desperately, trying to pump blood into arteries that had been ripped apart.

When Astaroth grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over the Fallen's ruined body, he didn't protest. He never did. He was as good as a bonded angel, forever obedient and compliant, letting zyr do whatever ze wanted to him.

"Would you like a bite?" ze murmured, and Shax could barely believe it. He had no idea why ze was so excited by the prospect of sharing the angel, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Please," he almost whimpered, and Astaroth's grin widened.

"How much?"

Shax's hold tightened around the angel's heart, mouth watering at the thought of getting to taste it. "I'll do anything," he said eagerly, but it was hardly a new offer. "Whatever you want. Please. Just one bite."

"You get so pathetic when you want something," ze cooed, pulling him even closer. "One bite, then."

Shax let out a shrill scream when ze bit into the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder, cursing himself for being so gullible and not paying attention to the wording. He teared up from the pain, then started actually sobbing when Astaroth ripped the chunk out of his body with a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, you taste so good too."

Zyr eyes fluttered closed for a moment in pure pleasure, and he tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum so as not to annoy zyr. It fucking hurt. He wouldn't be able to use that arm for a day at least.

His efforts seemed to be in vain, because when Astaroth looked at him again, all that playfulness seemed to be gone from zyr face, replaced by cold indifference that made his blood run cold. "Now scram."

He scrambled to crawl back to his corner, pressing himself against the walls in an attempt to become invisible. No matter how much the scent enticed him, he pointedly avoided even looking in the direction of his blood-soaked hand. Unless Astaroth said so, he wouldn't dare lick it off.

taglist: @the-scrapegoat @heavenly-whumper @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#sooooo....... i mightve made a new oc whoops #got under your skin #whump #whump drabble #angel whumpee #demon whumpee #demon whumper #multiple whumpees #vivisection #gore #cannibalism #starvation mention #power dynamics #cassael #astaroth #shax

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justblades · 2 years

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hi ten!!! congrats on 100!! (´꒳`)♡ i'm sorry about your other blog (╥_╥) tumblr needs to fix their shit

but anyways i'd like to request number 41 for shu heheh. thank you in advance (*¯ ³¯*)♡

♡ MAKE LOVE WITH ME ! ➠ 100 EVENT

#41 SHU YAMINO ; ❝ what makes you think I’m going to fuck you? ❞ gender neutral! reader

WARNINGS ; nsfw, mdni ! toxic relationship, it gets fluffy later on, use of viagra WC: 914

AN ; thank you so much hana ily <33

"why won't you just drop your frail façade of being hard to get when i'm literally in front of you?" you clench your jaw and ball your fists, anger washing upon you. the male in front of you heeds none of your taunts nor your words to which you feel angered a lot more.

he folds his arms across his chest and keeps a straight face, looking at nothing but the deep end of the road rather than acknowledging your presence. "shu, just please pay attention to me." you whimper as you sit beside him and hook your arm with his, face crumpling from the constant silent treatment you've been receiving. "just please—"

"you're embarrassing me."

he said, and so you thought it was really game over for the both of you.

truth to be told, it was a painful experience when you broke up with him; you were at the height of your emotions and so was shu. the reason was something feeble, petty and shouldn't have been the trigger for all of these. it was too late when you realized the fault you made and now you're here, begging for his attention. to be acknowledged. to be understood.

as a last resort, you gulped down the pill to show shu how far you were willing to save the already burnt out bridges of your old relationship. he tries to stop you by taking the tablet out of your mouth, but apparently it was too late.

the result of that hasty action was: you being in heat and begging even more for shu's attention. he brought you back to your home to make sure nothing chaotic ensues and that you are in safe hands as well. apparently the opposite could be said for you. rubbing your face on shu's chiseled arms as you yearn for his touch, you continually plead. "shu if you don't want to forgive me then atleast let me feel you inside me once more."

he scoffs, growing tired of you already. "and what makes you think i’m going to fuck you?"

the question came like a blizzard meant to destroy even the sturdiest planks of your heart, but you were not sober from the lust encaging your body as you could think of one answer:

"didn't you propose to me? that even after we break up we'll still be fuck buddies?"

you straddle on his lap and make him lean on the mattress of your bed, both of your weights sinking down on the soft cushions. "so tell me, do you want me or not?" boldly asking the male, he averts his gaze first, not able to handle the tension from the shared glances. hesitation fills his mind.

"maybe i do." the ebony haired finally gives you a non negative response and you could feel how your heart fluttered from his answer. your heart performs a somersault of giddyness and love budding once again, "and maybe i should've given our relationship another chance and forgave you for your silly mistake."

hot tears start to well up in your eyes; shu was bewildered as he pulls you close to his chest in an attempt to stop your cries. "hey, don't cry please."

looking up at him with a blurry eyesight, barely able to make out of something from the view, he wipes the liquids staining your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i should've been more understanding." a pseudo sinless smile carves your lips upwards, but the viagra in your system has been stirring inside, making you act differently from the way you intended to respond to him.

"if you're truly sorry, you know how to please me." you state as you carefully buck your hips, making friction with your lower region and shu's cock. intuitively, he clutches your waist as he tries to stop you. "fuck—"

he curses with a heavy sigh in the end, not being able to bear with the sensation of you grinding on him. "i missed this. this reminds me of the olden days." ending the sentence with a smug grin, you bury your face on the plane of his chest. "nobody does me like you do, shu. can you imagine how hard it was for me to find someone similar to you?"

more groans of arousal bubbles from shu's throat and there he knew he really is whipped for you. he could never ignore you and your charm, even if he wanted to. he struggles to find the right words to say in exchange, "me too, baby. me too."

the male covers his shameful expressions with his dominant arm, but you insist on igniting the flame of his lust brighter than ever. you start to unzip his pants with dexterity and let his dick out, free of restraints and confinements.

shu's leg bounces back and forth everytime you give him short lived strokes, biting his lower lip ferociously. the teasing was becoming unbearable for him and his breathing becomes even more ragged once you started to give the tip of his dick some kitty licks, the sharp point of your tongue inspecting every nook of his cock.

"tell me, what do you love about me?" you ask the male as you worked your way taking him in little by little with your mouth, opening it wide to make sure your teeth won't graze on his skin. "you're the best partner i ever had . . you help me in ways that you can do . . you do so much for me and—"

gatherting more spit on your mouth, you let it drip down on his cock. "and?"

"and the way you blow me, it feels heavenly."

#☹ soliloquartz 100 #shu yamino #shu yamino smut #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luxiem smut #luxiem x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji en smut

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sweetbillwriting · 3 months

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Love Just Happens

Never Wrong - Part 16

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, family drama, sexism.

Bill had never met anyone from Aurora’s extended family and looked at the man with surprise. He thought most of her relatives lived in Spain or Boston so he hadn't expected to see her uncle at an afterparty in Hollywood.

“Oh, really? Shit…” he said, with a smirk and turned to the man when he had said goodbye to his other company. He was a bit tipsy and that let his curiosity take over even if he knew Aurora didn't have any contact with them.

“I haven't met any of Aurora's relatives,” he said honestly and looked at the man with fascination. He had short, a bit over styled hair and soft facial features. He had some similarities with Melinda and in that way also Aurora.

Felix laughed a little and wagged his head from left to right.

“Yeah unfortunately it has become that way… I was really young when everything happened in the family…”

The man looked down at the floor sadly and it made Bill feel with him.

“I don't think Aurora cares that much about all of that, she has so many other things to think about,” he said as comfort.

The man looked up at him with a smile.

“Yeah, I heard you have a kid, a girl, right?”

“Yeah, she's seven months old,” Bill said with a proud smile and put down his beer bottle on the high table in front of him.

Felix laughed friendly.

“Lou a mother… She said already at fourteen she wouldn't have children. I believed her, she seemed to be focused on her career. I guess all girls just want to marry and have children if they're really honest.”

Bill furrowed his brows, he didn't believe that but didn't think Felix’s opinion was something to judge him for.

“I think many women choose other things in life and are pleased with that. Aurora…” At first he was going to say it was him who wanted kids but that would sound like he had forced her.

“I think my kids from my earlier relationship made her change her mind. She's really close to them.”

It wasn't really the truth but he didn't know what to say otherwise.

Felix nodded a little.

“I really want to see her, do you think she would be open to that?”

“Yeah sure, but we live in Sweden. Maybe it will be hard.”

“Oh, right, you live in Sweden… Damn, you have really had an impact on her, haven't you?” Felix hit his arm playfully with his fist like they were friends. Bill thought the comment was weird but was also a bit proud over Aurora’s and his life.

He shrugged his shoulders and hid a smirk.

“We fell in love, hard.”

He thought it felt a bit silly to say it but it was the truth. Sometimes the truth was simple and rose tinted.

Felix smiled softly and then took up his phone from his back pocket.

“Would it be okay if I got your number? So maybe we can arrange to see each other one day, with Aurora?”

Bill licked his lips and gave him a doubtful look. He never gave out his number like that.

“Emm… Can I give you my manager's number? He tells me right away when someone has called.”

Felix nodded a bit disappointed and put down his phone on the high table.

“I get it… I might be family but it's the first time we meet.”

Bill made a sound of amusement. He thought it was a silly joke that they were family but Felix looked at him seriously so Bill swallowed the laugh and looked around in the room uncomfortably. Felix clapped his shoulder and shook him a bit to get his attention again then gave him a big smile.

“Arrange something. I really want to meet my niece and her baby.”

×××

Bill had a bad feeling in the car home. They had picked him up ten minutes ago and he knew there was just ten minutes left in the car and during that time he needed to decide what he would say to Aurora. Now when he was alone it didn't feel like it was a good idea that he had talked to Felix, but what else should he have done? It was his wife's relative and there were people all around them. He dreaded telling Aurora. He didn't want a fight, they rarely fought and it always made him have the most awful catastrophic thinking. He hated it when she started to drag her wedding rings up and down her finger, he knew it was an unconscious action but it felt like she wanted to taunt him.

He jumped out of the car and locked up the gate. He walked the long way to the door but even if it was so long it didn't feel long enough. Fuck, she would be mad as hell. This was a wound for both her and her parents and he had stood around laughing with one of the perpetrators. Fuck!

He walked into the house. She had left the light on in the hallway for him. On the bench by the door lay a note with an arrow towards the kitchen in her girly but doodly handwriting: “Bolognese in the fridge. I promise I haven't made it.”

He smiled and dragged his thumb over the little heart she had drawn in the lower part of the note.

He didn't eat, he was too worried for that. He needed to just to get it done. Get the fight done so that after he could do everything in his power to fix the mess.

He went up to the bedroom and slowly took off his suit. Aurora laid on her back sleeping, like always she snored but she was happily unconscious that she sounded a bit like a pig getting strangled. He had never told her that, even lied and said she doesn't snore at all. Sometimes lies are okay. He walked into the bedroom next to theirs where Isadora slept in a playpen. He looked down at her sleeping in the same positions as her mother and he patted her lightly on her stomach. The floral pajamas were soft against his fingers.

“I must tell mamma, right?” He said with a sigh and stood up.

He walked to the bedroom again and crawled down next to Aurora. He smirked when she made that high pitched sound, like a screaming pig. It was her highest note that was everything other than pretty in her sleep. She probably dreamt she was singing.

“Babe?” He said and shook her arm lightly. He just wanted to say it at once. Maybe he had actually started up something again. A feud in her family, again.

She crawled closer to him and laid down on his chest as a habit. He dragged his hand over her back and let his hand crawl down her nightgown to feel her smooth back. He could feel Aurora smirk against his chest and with soft fingers she started to drag her nails just over his boxers’ elastic. He had come home like that before, horny and tired and she seemed to believe it was the same this night. He took a deep breath but it was hard to stop her. Her hand snuck down and she dragged her fingers through his pubic hair. He grew fast and when her hand took a grip around his length he was fully hard. He took several deep breaths but they became strained when she started to jerk him off with a skillful hand. She knew exactly the pressure he wanted and what circle motion that made his toes curl. He smiled and let the feeling consume him. She dragged her thumb over his sensitive tip and spread it out over the blushing head.

“I want your mouth…” he whispered in her ear. He had almost forgotten Felix and knew what would make him disappear completely.

Aurora giggled and watched him pull off his boxers and kick away the cover. He spread his legs, inviting her in between them. He gave her a hooded gaze, just waiting on her being the perfect wife. He loved that she always left food in the fridge for him but a blow job after a premiere was even better. Aurora climbed over one of his long legs to be able to settle between them and then laid down on her stomach. She looked up at her husband but he had shut his eyes and licked his lips in anticipation. When he felt her lips on his pubic bone, kissing down to his length he inhaled deeply. He wanted her to blow him, not tease him and with a grip around his hard on he guided his tip to her lips. It was the alcohol making him so eager but he didn't reflect on it right then and there. Aurora looked up at him amused, he rarely tried to guide her like that.

“Please?” He said painfully and laid his hand on the back of her neck and pushed lightly. She scoffed at him and sat up. Bill looked at her and got at once bad conscience. Had he gone too far?

“You’re acting weird… Is it something?”

Bill shook his head but for a second he saw Felix’s face in his head. He just wanted to think about something else than the mistake he may have made.

“Okay… But if you want a blowjob I will do it my way,” she said with a firm voice. Bill nodded again.

“I'm sorry…”

“You know I don't like that style…”

“I know. I'm really sorry, babe.”

Aurora nodded and gave him a small smile before lying down again. She knew Bill was her soft, kind husband and just because of that she at once started with licking his tip. Bill moaned and smiled to himself. This would make his brain become mush. This would relax him. She sucked his tip but shifted with licking the underside with a harder pressure and slowly she worked her mouth down his shaft. Bill moaned but also let out a pleased laugh when she teased his tip or let her tongue drag over his balls.

When she bobbed her head to make her lips drag over his shaft he laid his hand on the back of her neck again. He looked down again, searching for permission to push her down a bit. He was all for consent and she loved that. She smiled with his cock in her mouth and it made her teeth graze a bit over his skin. The action made Bill jump but he just chuckled softly at it. When she started to bob her head again he pushed her down a bit, feeling his cock sliding down her throat where he could feel its tightness around his tip. He looked down at his girl, working so hard for him, with his precum and her own saliva on her face. She worked so hard for his pleasure…

“Aurora,” said he strained and his voice even broke a bit. He wasn't ready to talk but must. She let his cock go with her mouth but didn't stop working his shaft with her hand.

“Stop for a second…” he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Aurora sat up and looked at him confused.

“It is actually something…”

“Okay?” She said, wiping her mouth and cheeks with her hand awkwardly. It was one thing being so messy in action but sitting having a serious conversation with cum on her face felt a bit unworthy.

“Emm… I met your uncle tonight. Felix? He said he’s your favorite.”

Bill looked at her with searching eyes, especially when her brows furrowed and she looked at him in disbelief.

“Did you talk to him?” She said and moved away from him. She didn't want to hear the answer even if she knew. Bill couldn't understand this.

“Yeah but just shortly… He seemed sad that it is how it is…”

Aurora looked away and shook her head.

“And you believe him? After what I have told you?”

She had told him about how her family had first started to pressure Paolo about money when he started to earn more and then they did the same towards her. They had even done interviews about her to get money.

“No or… I don't know? People can change you know?” Bill felt his heart beat hard. Now it was here, the fight.

“Oh yeah and you are sure he has because he acted like a bro towards you, or what?” He could hear that she was seriously mad even if she didn't raise her voice. He swallowed hard and looked at her standing up and taking her pillow and cover.

“What are you doing?” He said. He could hear how pathetic he sounded and it seemed like she could hear it too. She paused and stood and looked at him with glassy eyes.

“You aren't right all the time. This was so stupid. My mom will hate you, you know?”

Bill sat quietly in bed. He knew he was in the wrong, still he didn't say it. He should just admit it but didn't want to confess he had done something so stupid. If he confessed it, it felt like he said out loud that he was stupid.

“God, you can't even say you're sorry. That's my family and it's my choice what kinda contact I want to have with them!”

“Yeah but I just wanted-” Bill was interrupted by Aurora, who was holding up a finger.

“No. You're my husband, you should be on my side. It doesn't matter what you want.” Aurora shook her head in disbelief and walked away with her bedding. Bill laid down with his fingers pushed into his hair. He didn't want to fight, still it was something that stopped him from saying he was wrong. He pulled on his boxers again and sat down on the side of the bed. He should say he's sorry. He should do that but it felt like he had too little information to do that. He didn't know much about that conflict, maybe it was really silly, all of it? Maybe Felix hadn't done much at all to lose contact with Aurora and her parents. He said he was young when it happened. He tried to put an age on Felix but it was hard. Older than Aurora, younger than himself? It didn't say anything really. He yawned and wished he could go to sleep but wouldn't be able to relax until Aurora was lying next to him.

He walked out of the bedroom to try to find her. First place he looked was the room Isadora was sleeping in and found Aurora in the bed. There was already bedding there but she was probably too proud to walk back with the other bedding to their room.

“Can't we talk about it?” He said with a low voice to not wake Isadora.

“No,” said Aurora sourly and turned so she had her back against him.

“Come on..! I said like five sentences to him.”

He sounded more irritated than he wanted. He had followed her to make everything okay, instead it sounded like he tried to fight.

“What five sentences was that? I guess it wasn't about the movie…” she sounded just as irritated as him.

“We talked…” Bill tried to come up with something to say she wouldn't be upset about.

“Don't pick and choose, just say it.”

Bill moved into the room but sat down on an armchair instead of sitting down on the bed. He looked at Aurora who sat up in bed. She looked at him disappointed and it made him lower his eyes again.

“You know the usual? How life is…”

“Like what?”

“That we live in Sweden… A bit about Isadora…”

Aurora groaned and crossed her arms.

“Did he say anything about his life?”

Bill thought back to the meeting. They had just talked about Aurora and him. He didn't even know why he was there.

“No… We just didn't get to that.”

“Right…” said Aurora, annoyed.

“Hey, give me some slack here. I don't know anything about this fight really, of course it's hard for me to understand why I shouldn't talk to him.” He crawled down on the ground and stood on his knees in front of Aurora. She looked at him sadly but let him take her hand.

“I don't know much either… But my parents have always gotten really upset if anything about their families came up…” She looked at Bill and saw him nod, like he tried to make her question it all. “But that doesn't matter. My mom and dad are my family and I will support them the same way I wish you supported me in this.”

Bill looked at her with big eyes while playing with her fingers. He had known the whole time he was the one in wrong so it was time to say it:

“I'm sorry…” he looked up at her then kissed her hand several times. Aurora moved closer to him, to the edge of the bed, so he could lay his head in her lap and she dragged her fingers through his hair.

“Can't you just say that you were wrong?” She asked softly while playing with his earlobe. Bill opened his eyes and laid a few seconds and just stared. It didn't feel necessary, he had said he was sorry.

“Because you were wrong. You shouldn't have spoken to him.”

Bill turned his head a bit and looked at her with big eyes.

“Can't we just forget about this now?”

“If you say you were wrong. It isn't that hard, Bill. You just say, ‘I was wrong’,” she said and looked at him intensely while removing her hands from his head. Bill made a frustrated sound and smiled unamused.

“Lou…” he gave her a tired look but she just looked at him just as intensely.

“You know it's not that easy…” he said as he massaged his own neck in discomfort. She knew so well what she was doing.

“Just say it, ‘I was wrong’.”

Bill looked around the room. It wasn't really being wrong that was the problem, it was just that he had some sort of image of himself that he was always sensible and Aurora could often make that belief become stronger when she acted so much on her feelings.

“Say it,” she said again but this time with a smirk. She knew it maybe was a bit mean but his belief that he was the sensible of them was irritating.

Bill looked at his wife with big eyes, he kissed her knees then looked up at her again with a pained expression.

“You don't need to be reasonable and right all the time, you know. I love you anyway. Or rather, I love you because of that,” she said and tickled him a little under his chin. Bill took a deep breath.

“I was wrong.”

It was actually not that hard saying it, especially when he saw how big Aurora smiled at it.

He kissed her knees again and she dragged her fingers through his hair.

“Do you know you have a bald spot here?” She said to tease him. Being stupid and bold was probably his worst nightmare.

“Oh shut up, I don't,” he said and looked up at her with a smirk. She giggled and leaned down so she could kiss him through the giggle. He kissed back, deepened the kisses and then looked up at her with his most puppy-like expression.

“Make up sex?”

Aurora looked at him with an amused smirk and stood up. They were close in height when he stood on his knees so even if he became shorter than her he still felt big. She pulled his hand lightly to make him stand up. He looked down at her amused, reminded of their height difference and then lifted her up easily. Aurora smiled brightly and put her legs around his waist.

“I love you…” he whispered while taking her to the bedroom.

×××

To just release a record on your own label wasn't that easy as Bill had wanted it to be and Aurora wondered how she in that moment had got infected by his optimism. She has a record deal. A contract that was renewed every fifth year. There was one year left. First contract between 16 to 21, then the next to 26 and now until she would be 31. It wasn't even a year, it was seven months and that explained why her label was so stressed about releasing a new album. She would be free next year but she needed a plan so they wouldn't force her to do the record they wanted, that would mess everything up because she couldn't stand for it.

She laid on the couch in Sweden, feeling sorry for herself. She also had period cramps that made everything worse. She was whining loudly to get Bill's attention but he didn't seem to hear her.

Bill sat in the kitchen with his trainer on a facetime call and made a schedule for his training until he would start filming in August. He needed to bulk up and his lean muscles needed to be bigger. It wasn't his favorite, especially not after because he had a hard time letting go of the muscles without becoming a bit softer instead.

He had forgiven the trainer for what he had said about Aurora, it was just a stupid mistake but he didn't tell Aurora. He didn't know if he should have but thought it would probably just make her uncomfortable.

Bill heard Aurora whine again and looked towards the living room. First he believed it was Isadora but she was sleeping so it must be his wife making such a sad sound.

“I'm sorry I have to…” he said to the trainer and then turned towards the living room.

“Lou, is it something?” He shouted and heard her say something but didn't hear it all. “Are you in pain?”

He heard her shuffling steps and when she showed up in the door she looked at him with big eyes and a pouty lower lip.

“My pussy hurts…” she whined and dragged her hands over her silky shorts, down over her sex.

Bill cleared his voice and quickly looked down at the laptop screen that stood with its back towards her.

“I need your cock…”

It was universal knowledge sex helps with period cramps but others probably didn't need to hear it like that. Bill felt his cheeks heat while he looked between his wife and his trainer, who tried to hide a smirk.

“Babe… I'm on facetime…”

Aurora's eyes got big.

“Not an interview?” She whispered in panic.

“No, no… Me and Dennis are just making a schedule…” he scratched his jaw and smiled a bit uncomfortable at her. To his surprise she laughed.

“Oh! Okay. Sorry for too much information there, Dennis,” she said with a giggle. “But I've told you my period cramps can be a bitch sometimes,” she said and walked up to Bill and peaked down at Dennis. He could just see her long dark hair hanging down and also how it covered Bill's face.

“Yeah, I know that,” Dennis said with a smile. Bill looked from his wife to the trainer and felt a worry he had had earlier disappear. She was really comfortable with Dennis.

“So babe, help me when you're finished and before Isadora wakes up, please," she said and looked at him behind the computer. She bit her lip and played with her hair seductively. Bill looked at her for a few seconds, feeling a stir in his sweatpants but just nodded so Dennis wouldn't understand what they were doing. When Aurora had tipped away from the kitchen he looked down at Dennis again who again tried to hide a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah I know, I'm a lucky bastard.”

He sighed before they continued to work. It was nice knowing Aurora was so comfortable with their trainer but he also then wondered if Dennis had said something like that to her and if he was the one overreacting. After ending the conversation he searched Aurora up who already sat with a dark towel around her in bed.

Bill smirked a little and pulled off his clothes. He was already hard when he pushed down his boxers and Aurora licked her lips by the sight.

He was a lucky bastard. He really was.

×××

After their shower it was time for Isadora to wake up again. Aurora and her sat on the living room floor while Bill spoke with a friend on the phone. He walked around absentmindedly while talking and laughing loudly, if it wasn't for his friend starting to tell him a long story he would have never heard that Aurora cried in the living room. He paused and pulled the phone away to see if he had heard right, he had but didn't want to stress. She was on her period, the tears could have slipped out for many reasons.

“Sorry, I'll call you back,” he said to his friend and walked to the living room.

Aurora sat with their little daughter against her chest and cried. She kissed her head and then looked up at Bill who stood in the doorway looking at her wondering. Aurora cried through the tears.

“She sat. She sat by herself. Just sat there like a little doll,” she said with a tear drenched giggle.

Bill smiled brightly.

“No? Shit,” he said and sat down on the floor with them. He took Isadora and tried to make her sit again but she whined at once. He wasn't really that surprised, she was always so grumpy if she couldn't decide for herself. Bill laughed at her a little before putting her in his lap against his stomach. He looked up at Aurora amused but saw her tears continue to fall.

“Is it something else, too?” He asked and took her hand. Aurora whipped away the tears and took a deep breath.

“It's the period that makes me all messed up… I just wish my career could be as easy as the home life, you know? We have it so good here… I'm just tired of getting message after message about things I must do… And then the fans that just write "I'm uglier, boring, lazy…”

Bill looked at her with compassion and then pulled her close to him so she could have her cheek against his chest. He didn't say anything, just hugged his girls. He had already said everything he could comfort her with. The only thing he could do to help her now was to try to save her from it all. His wife shouldn't feel like that.

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #love just happens #lou #fiction

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If my OC was canon how would the fandom treat them? - For Abrogail Strong

You saw how fandom treated sansa stark, right? This is literally gonna be Recycled Sansa Discourse.

Okay kudos to @selfproclaimedunicorn, @acrossthesestars, and @songsonacliffside for their input on this!

Abby would absolutely be a divisive character in a fandom that's fighting over modern feminism, how to be a woman, morals, and other things that just get way too personal and out of hand. I can imagine the thought pieces we used to see on like 'Why is Abrogail Strong an outtdated female protagonist' or 'Why Abrogail Strong is Important' declarative things - because nothing gets people going harder than 'is this a feminist model'.

So while I absolutely, 100% understand why Abby isn't for everyone, there would be some seriously frustrating and gross takes about her. We know how George likes to recycle his archetypes, and so number one, those who hated Sansa, especially early seasons!Sansa, would pull that out.

Abby would be seen as covering for Aegon, being blind to his faults and a terrible enabler who doesn't care for any of the women in Aegon's crossfire. They'd take any sense of comfort that Abby gives Aegon to make it sound like she's victim blaming. That's not even mentioning calling her Alicent 2.0, and how Aegon's only into her because of his mommy issues and if he can't please his mother, he can please her and uwu someone rescue poor Aegon.

There's a set of Targ Stans that get into how Aegon should have married Helaena instead, and how her and Aegon don't actually love each other, Aegon just likes her pretty.

A real anon I got was in regards to Abby not being a Real Strong, and being a traitor and a whore for just wanting to fuck a rapist (Aegon). They would call her manipulative and grasping, and outsider who used her proximity to the prince to use her magical feminine hypnosis powers to get him to marry her so she could become queen, because she had no chance of doing that if she went with Rhaenyra because she can't marry Jace (but then you'll see the AUs where Rhaenyra leans in hard and marries Jace and Abby for the cover story). On top of that, she totally knew Larys was murdering their father and Harwin, so she gets the 'murders family for a cornchip for a chance to become queen'. NOT to mention, she must never have loved Harwin or honored his memory if she's not leaving to Dragonstone with Rhaenyra to serve her.

Other discourse would also involve her not plotting Larys' murder for killing their family and why isn't she so incapacited with grief. Harwin deserves a better sister! Lyonel Strong would be rolling in his grave at his daughter destablizing the realm!

Book readers would point out that Abby was absolutely a broken mess and grief stricken and much like Daemon's grieving scenes with his daughters, was cut from the show.

Then we have the classics: She's too perfect and too sweet. She's too immature or too mature. She's naive, she's silly. Disney princesses don't belong in Westeros. She's a punching bag and therefore Attention Whore or she is protected by the writers because she's fucking someone in charge. She's not playing the game and that's Unrealistic vs She's totally playing the game and absolutely planned to marry Aegon and become queen when she was 5 years old. Her denial of even seeking the throne is seen as fake and 'didn't you see how her eyes shifted away?'

And then there's a particularly cruel subset who I would imagine would want Abby to um, suffer in very particular ways so she can get what's coming to her, for being naive of the game, or being too part of the game.

And then if you're on the right side of loving Abby, well, you're in the trenches. For every post of taking down Abby and explaining why she's terrible and clearly the co-mastermind behind the dance, you'll have posts breaking down why she's important to have. That women are allowed to be soft and don't have to carry a sword or yell at people and 'Not Be Like Other Girls'. Most of the time you're defending her from antis, and other times you're breaking down the subtle way her grief and trauma have shaped the person she is.

I see general audiences really appreciating who Abby is in terms of being a sunbeam in a bleak story. I'm a fan of p'reviewed on youtube, and Jay said at the end of an episode once how watching HotD doesn't leave him feeling 'good' after an episode. and so I can see Abby absolutely being someone audiences appreciate for some hope and relief. People who like Abby are absolutely 'protect this girl at all costs' and definitely a 'Aegon doesn't deserve her why does she put up with this guy, have her hook up with someone else!' but then you get the soft moments between Aegon and Abby and everyone is like 'OH MY GOD WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE LET THEM BE HAPPY' and something something 'their love was made for a softer time'

Like my lovely commenters on Maiden, I totally see the Abby x Aegon shippers to be a wonderfully feral bunch who like to make a lot of comparison posts. They'd dig into old stories of the influences of the ship, as well as tirelessly defending it.

Other than that, I think there's a lot of arguments over book fans over the show adaptation of her as most of the stuff we get upset about. I imagine there's Aemond x Abby ships out there, and there's a lot of projection onto her as a character so people fight over canon vs fanon interpretations. She's definitely a type I think a lot of people struggle to find a voice for. I can see a lot of fix-it fics attempting to make Abby very badass.

Personally, I would give her Vermithor LMAO

#oc: abrogail strong #aegon x abby #this was a fun lil exercise #I'm curious what some of ya'll would think about my baby girl

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