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alexa-fika · 5 months

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okay hold up I just a.. unique idea

Im rewatching OP and im at sabody arc, n Laffy jist knocked the shit outta the noble

Idk who to ask this for but id love to see how'd you'd write a character reacticing to a noble trynna BUY child reader..

Or perhaps how mihawk would react with them trynna buy winged!child!reader?? IDK IT JIST SPROUTED

Do with as you will👹

Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x gn!winged!child!reader)

A/N: Not sure how to feel about this one., I think is really mid, maybe it’s just because of the dark nature of the piece itself but idk. I think this goes without saying based on the request but beware of the dark undertones of this piece as it portrays human slavery and auctioning. I couldn’t come up with something for mihawk so I went with our favorite grandpa

Dividers by @/saradika

“Up next, we have ourselves a true rarity! This one will blow your minds; we have a winged child! You can fly it around as you want or even have them carry you around the skies! They can even deliver you special things in a fraction of a time!” The announcer enthusiastically explained

“Let us start the bid at 10 Million Berry! Who offers 10 Million Berry?!”

“Let me go, you Jerks! Im not an item!” The child growls, banging on the cage’s bars

Charlos awes childishly before throwing out the first bid

“It’s a big Bird! It’s a Big Bird! 50 million Berry!” He yelled out joyfully before waving happily to the child in the cage

“Grandpa will get you all! Grandpa will save me, you gross creeps!”

The bidders ignore the child’s threats, continuing to bid

“60 million!” A man in the back screams

“80 million!” Another man hollers back

“I’ll do 800 million!” Charlos shouts back while waving his arms frantically in the air excitedly

“D-Does somebody bid any higher?”

“800 million….” “Awe, man, I was excited to have it too!” The crowd mutters

“Going in 3!

Going in 2!

Going in 1!

Sold!

The winged child goes to Saint Charlos for 800 million berry!”

Reader screams as they open the door to their cage and begin pulling on the chains, trying to pull them out and take him toward Charlos.

“Don’t touch me!” They sneered, throwing a kick toward the handler that was closest to them

The handler dodges out of the way and gives them a look.

“Rude little one, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” The handler growls

“You have just been bought for a very generous amount of money for no one less than a Saint himself! A nobody like you should be Grateful!” They turn towards The Saint and bow

“A-Apologies for its insolence Saint Charlos; if I may, I’ll gladly teach it some manners for you; no need to trouble someone of your status to teach slaves some tricks.”

Charlos groans, sticking his finger in his nose.

“Could you hurry it up? I want to fly it!”

“Yes, Yes, of course; im sure you must be extremely busy, Saint Charlos. I promise not to take more time than is needed!” they assure him, turning around towards the child

“Now come here, you stupid brat,” they growl, raising a baton towards them.

“You will learn to listen!" the exclaim, bringing the baton down, but instead of receiving a blow, the man before them falls to the ground, knocked unconscious.

Reader sighs with relief when the man falls to the ground, the people in the auctioning house following the familiar pattern they have come to expect from their grandpa’s powerful Haki

“Grandpa!” They say, trying to flutter their way to Rayleigh but are cut short due to the chains binding them, causing them to plummet to the ground

“Ow”

“Geez, Reader.”

Rayleigh sighs calmly as he wrenches the chains from them easily, not paying any mind to the explosions that followed once they were removed.

“You seem to be able to get yourself in all kinds of trouble,” He says calmly as he sets the child back down

“Haven’t I told you not to get near this place and much less showing off those wings of yours?”

“What was it this time?” He asks as he looks them over for injuries

“I tried to fly higher…but a wind current caught me, and I couldn’t get myself out from it; it dragged me here, and they brought me here.”

“A wind current?” Rayleigh asks curiously

“One strong enough to drag even you, that’s pretty surprising, to say the least,” He says as he continues to look them over

“Are you alright? Have you sustained any injuries?”

“Im okay.”

“Alright, good to know,” He says as he scoops them up and leaves the wretched place.

“That must have been scary, huh? Im sorry it took me so long to get there; my body doesn’t move the way I want to anymore.”

“I wasn’t scared,” they mutter

“It’s okay, you know.”

“What?”

“To be scared for one’s life from time to time it’s not something one should be ashamed to admit; it doesn’t make us any less brave; you have the right to be scared, just as much as you have the right to be brave.”

“Your feelings are real; you shouldn’t deny them,” He says as he continues to carry them

They stare at him as their eyes begin to water

He smiles gently

“Just let it out, Reader; no one will think less of you for being scared.”

They hug him tighter, diving their head in his shirt as sobs start escaping them

“T-They kept calling me ‘it,’ they kept saying how they would fly me around like I was a kite,” they sob

He ran his fingers through their hair while he let them continue to cry, hugging them back tightly as he did.

He couldn’t help the anger he felt rising when thinking about what had happened inside the auction house

He rubs their back gently as he continues to walk

“Nothing that they told you in it is true; Reader, do not listen to their words; you are invaluable and your own person, not someone to be owned,” He says

“I -I know b-but the way they said it, they meant it, Grandpa; I was nothing but an item for them to use in their eyes.”

He pulls them a bit more tightly as he did

"I know, some people are like that, wretched beings who enjoy stepping in other people and causing them misery simply because they can."

“You are someone special to me; always remember that; you are the biggest treasure for me and your grandmother,” He says gently as they rub their back

"Now what do you say we go back to the shack and ask Grandma to make you your favorite drink?" they offer, chuckling when they feel the child nooding

"Can we add extra chocolate to it?"

"Anything you want, Reader," he smiles, knowing that it would take a long time and effort to build their confidence and sense of security back to where it was after everything that had happened, but they would get there together.

Ya’ll I have summoned my choice wheels to do some platonic!reader x character, not child reader, normal age reader but still platonic 👀 Had to fight to find some good roulettes.

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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Hi.. ok let me just be straight about this because I'm bad at talking tbh but hi, i love your azul and vil angst siblings thing a lot since i love angst and you write angst so beautifully, so i wish to request sibling angst for leona, riddle or idia (preferably leona but you can choose btw) thanks for reading this and if you don't want to do it thats fine bestie<33

—🃏 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

(a new one if someone hasn't taken 🃏 Anon yet)

Thank you so much 🃏 anon! It really warms my heart to hear that. I'll happily write more! This one is going to be for Leona since I already wrote one for Riddle and Idia's will be written soon

I can't decide if I like this one as much as some of my other ones...let me know what you guys think

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Broken Sibling relationships

Leona as a sibling (Broken relationship)

the third child of the Kingscholar family

that's what you are

that's what you're known as

the third, and least important child of the Kingscholar family

ever since you were a child, that became clear

your two big brothers carried much more importance

mostly the oldest, Falena

anytime gifts were given to the three of you, there would be a clear order of things

Falena always got the biggest and best gifts

Leona got the second best every time

and you got whatever was left

that is, if there was anything left

there have been many times where there would only be enough for your brothers

that or one of them took extra and you were left with nothing

since you were born last, you had to be the one left with their scraps

last...

that word alone pretty much describes your life

it was a constant theme that you were reminded of day after day

playing games with your older brothers was always fun

as long as the game didn't involve the players being first, second, or third

those games would always end the same

Falena was very talented, so wins and first place was almost always handed to him naturally

Leona would always try as hard as he could to beat Falena, but always had to settle for second

and you never had any chance trying to catch up to their abilities

they were much older, and much better at games

so you would always be deemed last place or the loser of every game

and after each game, the servants would talk

"Did you see? Prince Leona got second place again. He's no match for Prince Falena. He never wins against him."

"Yeah, well at least Leona can keep up with Falena and put up a bit of a fight."

"That's true. Last place is where the weakest belong."

they were right

in beastman culture, last place is for the weakest

and in a lions pride, weaker children can be left behind to fend for themselves

that's the last thing you want

so you tried not to let what they said get to you, and continued playing games with your brothers

as long as you were with your brothers, they wouldn't leave you behind

Falena was always super happy to involve you in whatever he was doing

Leona...was less enthusiastic

most of the time it didn't seem like he cared

if you wanted to spend time with Leona, you had to ask him and set everything up yourself just for him to put in minimal effort or fall asleep halfway through

it was hard to feel like he didn't consider it a waste of his time

you'd keep trying, but it never made much of a difference with him

eventually, Falena was crowned king and even got married and had a kid

so he had other, more important things to do than spend time with you

it was heartbreaking, but it's not like you could spend much time with him anyway since you were going to Night Raven College

but at least Leona was still at the school with you

you two were even in Savanaclaw together

you had hoped that you could still spend a little bit of time with Leona since you no longer had Falena to hang out with

but he no longer had time for you

whenever you asked about hanging out with him or playing a game of chess (which you know he loves), he would always say he was busy

and most of the time that was a complete lie

everyone in the dorm knows he spends most of his time sleeping

the only times he wasn't sleeping was when he was practicing spelldrive

you were starting to get tired of asking and getting turned down each time

so, you decided to ask one last time

it was later in the day when you found him by Savanaclaw's pool

a nice relaxing environment meant he would be in a better mood

but you knew better than to get your hopes up

you asked if he was up for a game of chess and even offered to set it up

and all you got in response was a no

of course he would turn you away again

that's all he did

you just had to ask

"Why? Why do you always say no?"

he let out a deep sigh

"Because I don't want to waste my time on weaklings."

there it was

he only sees you as a weakling, and not worth his time

somewhere along the way, he had already left you behind

and you never realized it

Leona was the only one that had time for you anymore, but he doesn't even want to spend it with you

the weakest one has been left behind to fend for themselves

you stopped trying with Leona after that

if you were being honest, the only reason you kept trying for so long was because he was the only one you had left

but that's over now and you're on your own

occasionally you would see him around Savanaclaw and pass by him, but he never even glanced your way

it was almost like you didn't even exist to him

you might as well not have been a Kingscholar anymore

but then you started seeing him around less

the spelldrive tournament was around the corner, he was most likely practicing

you used to go watch him as he played and cheer him on

...but he probably doesn't want you there anymore

actually, you could probably go to watch the other teams

Leona probably wouldn't notice if you were there anyway

Diasomnia has been playing very well these past few years, so it might be fun to watch them

so on the day of the tournament, you went to watch the games

since Diasomnia won last year, they would be up for the first game

but as the announcer started to introduce Diasomnia onto the field, the crowd around you started acting up and rushing towards the team

it was mass panic and everyone was screaming and stampeding towards the entrance of the coliseum

you got up and started to move with them, against your own will

no matter how much you tried to fight it, your body seemed to move on it's own

but you've been in Savanaclaw long enough to know who's magic this is

how Ruggie was able to control and entire stadium of people, you had no idea

but you turned to try and get back into the coliseum as soon as the spell wore off

the crowd was thick and it was hard to push through, but you had to

if the people were all being herded like sheep, something bad is happening

as you pushed through, a heavy aura of magic flooded the air

someone was certainly using a lot of magic in there

you finally made it to the entrance of the coliseum

standing in the field was Leona covering in blot and fighting many Heartslabyul students

even now, he was looking down upon everyone in front of him with such hatred and anger

not even Ruggie was spared from his attacks

but you got there just as the battle was ending, and Leona was defeated

the blot left his system and he collapsed to the ground

he was fine

for a brief moment, Ruggie saw you and stared

but Leona wouldn't want you here, even now

so you left without a word

you didn't end up going back to the tournament after that, but it went well from what you heard

Savanaclaw even made it pretty far considering everything that happened

Cheka ended up finding you after it all and you got to play with the little cub

to be honest it was a lot of fun, probably the most you've had in a while

sadly, he left you after a while to go find Leona

the days followed after that were pretty normal

...except for the fact that Ruggie was following you around more

he watched whatever you did throughout the day, and then left

but the one day he didn't follow you, you found Leona waiting for you in Savanaclaw with a chess game set up, and waiting for another player

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst leona x reader #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #today i realized tumblr has a character limit lol #dont know how to feel about this one

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 month

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Could I get an Hc for how the M6 would react to an Mc that finds out they used to eat a lot of weird creatures and monsters.

I may be obsessed with delicious in dungeon, but like maybe Mc got to try dragon meat and realized that despite it being an 'exotic' food, it tastes familiar. Only gets more surprised. The more weirder foods they end up trying that rnd up tasting familiar.

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC eats monsters

Julian

From a scholarly point of view, he's actually quite interested in learning more and documenting your finds as medical research

Who knows what medicinal properties these creatures might contain that have gone previously ignored? You could find some miraculous cure or random medicine if you keep snacking your way through the monstrous ecosystem!

Then again, he'd be lying if he said that practice was just as easy as theory. He's pretty well traveled himself, but some of the things you seem so eager to dig into are just ... so ... off-putting

He'll push through with most things but he will draw the line at anything resembling a plague beetle. He was force-fed one of those once and he never wants to experience that again

(he'd never try to keep you from making your own decisions, but to say that watching you eat things resembling plague beetles doesn't turn his stomach and make him anxious would be a lie)

Still one of the best researchers you could have helping you

He's got the background to understand physical nutrients and the importance of a diverse diet - and he's plenty dedicated to you

Asra

They are even more enthusiastic than you are

Sometimes you wish you knew what his limits were, because if things keep going at the rate that they are you might find out that he doesn't even have any

Faust is not helping either - she can and will help distract you if you've finally come across something you're hesitant to try so Asra can sneak a mouthful without being caught

On the plus side, they've tried so many different cuisines already that they have plenty of ideas when it comes to figuring out how to cook something new - and spice combinations you wouldn't dare dream of on your own

He also happens to have plenty of tried-and-true remedies for food poisoning as well (wonder why he learned all of those ...) and is more than happy to share with you if things go south

Absurdly creative with the whole cooking process in general

Keeps trying to incorporate magic. This does occasionally backfire when the beast being cooked is also magical by nature, and the two don't mix as intended

Nadia

She's politely unconvinced, but still mildly invested

Is she personally interested in trying all manner of unconventional dishes? Sure, if it's a well-established recipe from a trustworthy source and contributes to her cultural education

Your recipes, darling MC, do not cleanly fit into that category

She'll still try some, but only after you've been able to replicate the dish multiple times to the point that it's reliably delicious and safe to eat. Otherwise, she'll happily pass her portion to you

However, once you do find a creature that can be reliably cooked as part of a nutritious diet, she is all ears

Do you know what the state of Vesuvia is right now? Any new food source is a welcome food source, especially if it's a resource that isn't being tapped into otherwise. Tell her more about its properties

Will work with you and other nutritionists, chefs, and civil engineers to find a way to introduce it to the populace so they can take advantage of it

Who knows? Maybe if it's popular enough, it can be purposefully cultivated and turned into a major food export ...

Muriel

Not remotely surprised by your habits, for multiple reasons

For starters, he spent his teens living with Asra. In the woods. Who do you think came up with all those natural remedies for food poisoning??? Not the kid picking every mushroom they saw!

Second of all, he lives off of the land himself. The reason his grocery list is so short is because he's learned to find most of his sustenance in the woods around him. You're just doing the same

Third of all (and most importantly) - if it's food, it's food. It's that simple

Will eat anything you hand him as soon as he knows it won't poison him, no hesitation in sight and no further questions asked

His only concern about the whole thing is sustainability. He knows firsthand what happens when something throws the delicate balance of an ecosystem out of whack and he wants to make sure that doesn't happen on accident because you're new to it

Never really stops to appreciate any of the good flavors at first, but eventually develops a palette for the different spices

Insanely good at assessing what kind of nutrients it'll have

Portia

Being an excellent chef herself, she doesn't see much point in eating mostly monster food once the initial excitement has worn off. It was fun for several meals, but now she wants bread

This does not change her general fascination with monsters or magical beasts in general, though, or her overall interest in helping you on your special monster cuisine endeavors

Share the monster facts - all the monster facts

Will work with you on putting together notebooks full of information on monster behaviors, nutritional values, hunting and preparation methods, and ideal flavor profiles

Unrivaled at giving good cooking advice. The meat's good to eat, but too tough? Marinate it in something acidic

It's too spongy to be a starch, but too starchy to be a vegetable? Try roasting or grilling it plain and putting sauce on top

Knows all about how to maximize the "scraps" so that nothing edible goes wasted, and knows how to do it in a way that still tastes good and fills you up

Curious enough to try most of it, smart enough to avoid poisoning

Lucio

Okay, okay, so he'll admit it - he does get squeamish (just a little bit) at the thought of eating the monsters that tried to kill him earlier and he's not particularly fond of revisiting the "eat or be eaten" mentality that was instilled in him as a small child

That said, he is curious

And he very much enjoys all the hunting (and bounties!) involved

You're telling him that he gets to chase down a rare beast, enjoy the thrill of conquering it and the bragging rights that entails, get paid for disposing of it, and then get a free meal after he forgets about it for a couple hours? Sign him up!

Just, uh. Just don't remind him what exactly he's eating if it's from one of the grosser monsters. Devouring a deadly ancient boar? Awesome! Devouring a worm monster? ... yeah, don't ruin it

Has no issues with putting more resources into what you're trying to do. It means free food, bragging rights about killing and eating monsters, and dinner not getting dull and boring

Will not-so-subtly feed anything he doesn't like to Mercedes and Melchior when he thinks you can't see him

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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uncleclam · 5 months

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Ken x gn!reader / he wants to marry you so bad

Word count: 728

Rating: sfw

This stupid doll…

CAN'T STOP PROPOSING

Whatever is going on in his tiny little plastic brain, you never expect THIS to happen. He must have been watching way too much Netflix, you know cause when you check the watch history, he basically clicked all romance drama possible, ALL. This is concerning, a drop of sweat formed on your forehead as you see he also watched all princess movies on Disney plus, too. Is this why he keeps bringing that up? That he believed in ‘happily ever after’? Because that sounds like something ‘the Mattel dictionary’ totally would have.

It wasn’t you’re not ready, well, a part of you is definitely not ready, or something anti-marriage of you, because you have definitely thought about it, dreamed of it even, but the reality of having a lifelong commitment is something chased you away—-

Not in a bad way, but definitely not in KEN’s way.

Ken is your cute, clumsy, curious, sometimes annoying roommate. He is still learning about the real world, everything is new to him and he’s so eager to try all of them. You tried to provide the best for him, he’s your favorite doll after all, he has been there with you since you can remember(In a toy form, naked)! You treat him almost like a pet now, you love him of course! Just not in that way…

I want to live with you forever! I want to be your forever partner!

His voice echoes in your brain, it was so innocent and charming actually, his big blue eyes were like shining diamonds, begging you the same way he begged for an ice-cream, you almost said yes out of instinct. Time felt frozen to you, your eyes widened, lungs stopped working. Ken blinked and waited for your response.

‘What did you just say, Ken?’ You asked, wanting to reconfirm.

‘I want to marry you!’

‘Uhh…’ You paused, looking away slightly.

‘Can i?’ He sounded so enthusiastic, like always.

‘I'm afraid we cannot…’ You finally gathered the sentence and spoke it out, sighed, and petted Ken’s hand that had been on your shoulder.

‘Is it something expensive again? Like a double decker bus or a horse?’ Ken tilted his head, he was genuinely asking. He had asked you so many prices on different stuff, especially the stuff he wanted.

‘Not exactly, but-‘ you shuttered.

‘Then why can’t we get married?’ He asked again.

‘Because it needs promises, and promises are not easy.’ You explained, felt like describing the concept of algebra to a toddler. Ken actually paused and started thinking for a while.

———

For the first few days, he seemed upset and confused after you rejected him. The concept of marriage he googled is simply not that easy, you tried to explain to him but he didn’t say anything. You heard him sobbing on the sofa that night. After a week, he’s back to normal classic Ken again, but whenever he opens his mouth, it’s about marrying you.

‘What do you want for lunch?’

‘A wedding dress on you!’

‘Ken, will you pass me the sugar?’

‘I, Ken, take you to be my forever lover, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.’

A dramatic pause

‘I do.’ He vowed as he passed the sugar.

———

This has been 3 weeks now, about the marrying you thing, and he has no signs of giving that up. You wished you were a barbie so you wouldn’t have to care so much—- He even bought two of those Ring Pop where you can suck the candy while it stays on your finger. The candy itself is comically big. A red, cherry flavored for you, and a green, lime flavored for himself. He jogged his way to you, gently held your right hand up and pushed the ring down to the base of your third finger.

‘This doesn’t mean we are officially married—‘

‘I know.’ He looked up and smiled, putting on his own ring and licked on the sweetened crystal. Then He jogged away to look at other stuff while humming the wedding theme song.

He hasn’t taken off the finished plastic ring ever since, and so do you too.

#ryan gosling #ken #fanfiction #fanfic #ken x reader #sfw

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sweetbrier2908 · 4 months

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so i made a few edits on this little piece on ao3 and i decide that i will repost it on tumblr because why not? i genuinely love this piece a little bit too much, may post it 100 times a day if i can. so please enjoy. reblogs and comments are appreciated. really. thank you for reading!

you never say "i love you".

you can't.

not to them.

it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

like when lucifer gives you a kiss on the forehead while seeing you off at the front door.

like when mammon drags you to his bed after a long long day and gosh, his hug is a little too familiar for you to not push him away and cruelly tell him that you have to go home, this is not your home.

like when levi shows you his newest merchandise with those sparkling eyes and you just sit here watching him screaming non-stop about how hard to get this merchandise and how much he wants you to be the first one to see it.

like when you and satan wander around the town and he introduces you to every stray cat you two meet on the way with such an enthusiastic and loving voice and it never fail to surprise you how quick he gets along with all the cats.

like when asmo takes you out for shopping and keeps holding your hand like he was scared that you're going to get lost, i am much more familiar with devildom than you, you tease. but i can't risk losing my favorite jewel in the crowds, can i?, he replies when intertwining his fingers with yours.

like when beel tries to restrain his hunger just to save you the last bite of his favorite dessert and happily splits it into two only after you reassure him that you're not hungry, but still, he wants to share it with you.

like when belphie asks you to watch the astronomy show with him and falls asleep half way and uses your laps as his pillow while you're caressing his hair.

like all the damn time they whisper "i love you" to you.

do you love them? you' have been asking yourself that question for a long time, since you came to this world, this timeline. from the outside, they look exactly your demons. of course, silly you, of course they look the same, you know they are still your demons. lucifer is still an arrogant asshole, mammon is still your greedy golden retriever, levi is still that shut-in but not shut-down otaku, satan - well, satan is still trying figuring himself out, asmo still says that he loves himself more than anyone else (which his family know too well that is such a lie because he loves them so much he once gave up his angelic beauty), beel is still the family sweet heart and belphie is still the spoiled brat of the family. they're still they. the demons you love. they still call themselves "family". it's just that - you're not a part of that family anymore. are you?

reality hits you hard. every single damn time. you wake up everyday and you're not in that room with a fucking tree as your bed post. you wake up everyday and the kitchen is cold because solomon always wakes up late and you two don't have a thing called "breakfast duty". you wake up everyday and the house is quiet, and people call this place "cocytus hall" and not "house of lamentation". you wake up everyday and you ask yourself, is it okay if you loved them?

even it's a different timeline, even when you don't belong here, even maybe that they're not your demons? you love them.

but you can't say that. you can't say that when you are going to leave them sooner or later. you can't say that when you only accepted to be their attendant and spend time with them in order for you to return to your world. you can't say that when you know all too well that they are going to get mad, they are going to lock you and maybe kill you because the only thing that you did up until now is using them and hurting them. how can they accept that truth? how can you tell them you did all of that just so you can comeback to a world that they will forget about you and not because that you have already loved them so much, you would risk everything you have just so they could be happy in this cruel timeline?. you can't.

because there are the demons who desperately waiting for you to come back to them as much as you desperately waiting for time to come back.

because you love the demons in your own world a little too much for you to say that you love any different versions of them.

because maybe you love those demons whose voices and faces and personalities are so familiar that you don't want them to dive deeper in this.

because you're going to hurt them again and again until their hearts are all bleeding and their souls are dead.

because they will forget abut you when you leave. because you do love them, every version of them, you love them, in every world that they exist.

so you can't say "i love you".

but it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me snippet #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanon #mc has internal complex is that even a thing?

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harlowtales · 4 months

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Jack gets carried away shopping for baby clothes 👶🏼🤰🏽

18+ only - Adult Themes

“1,2,3….and open your eyes!” Jack said. He was standing behind you with his hands on your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You were stunned.

“Babe?” Jack said concerned you didn’t like it.

You turned to bury your face in his stomach and just started bawling.

“Ah it’s ok baby. You’re just emotional, but you like it?” Jack asked.

“Yes of course!! It’s beautiful. Our baby girl is so lucky. I’m so lucky to have you.” You gushed wiping your tears.

You were holding pups who barked in approval.

Jack, his friends and brother had built a playroom/nursery for the baby from scratch. Jack’s dad being in construction led the project. Jack wanted to do something personal for his daughter coming soon. The top decorator in the South was flown in and put the finishing touches on everything. The room was so off limits you stayed with Jack’s family until it was done.

“So this was worth not being allowed in my house!” You said playfully hitting him.

“Cuz you can’t not look baby. I had to do something.” Jack said happily.

“Well now you know what we need to do?” You asked your husband rubbing your belly.

“Anything you want babe.” Jack said

“We need to shop for baby clothes.” You said, not really sure he’d want to come with you.

“Oh fuck yeah let’s go right now.” Jack said enthusiastically.

“Really? Now?” You said in surprise. Jack hated the mall.

“Babe now cuz I gotta hit the studio in a bit and I want to be in on this. I want in on absolutely everything to do with this.” Jack said “Let’s head to Target now.”

“OMG babe look.” Jack said “Cutest little jumper it’s a must have.” He said putting it in the cart immediately.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man who refused to stay in any store for more than 15mins before sighing, checking his phone constantly, and begging to go somewhere else while you browsed.

“And look this matches the jumper perfectly. Our little princess has to have the best fits on the playground.” Jack said determined.

“Hunny chill out a bit. The cart is half full already and I’m sure we’ll get designer clothes as gifts.” You cautioned.

“Um yeah but who can deny this jean skirt?” Jack said putting yet another item in the cart.

“Ok sir that’ll be $8,556.22 cents” The cashier said with a straight face not recognizing Jack at all.

“Oh my god.” You said under your breath. For a quick run to Target for some outfits in case the baby showed up tomorrow this was insane. Jack picked out some toys for the playroom, stuff for bath time, accessories, shoes, jewelry, purses and backpacks, a mini car when you lived in a condo, and another stroller he liked better because she’s “gonna have to flex on all those mofos at play group.” You just watched him go nuts and stayed silent, smiling and nodding approval for whatever next thing he was sure was needed as soon as she arrived.

“Do you need carry out sir?” The cashier said dryly

“All this can’t fit in the jeep baby.” You said to your husband. “We’ll have delivery.” You said

“Jackman.” You said sweetly to him placing a caring hand on his thigh in the jeep. “We have to talk about spending on this child.”

“I’m rich as shit and we don’t spend a lot on us. What am I working for?” He said annoyed. You were a major buzz kill.

“Ok sorry babe just added up quickly is all.” You said gently. This whole process Jack had been pretty calm. At times you felt he didn’t care much but he was tired trying to wrap up projects for when the baby came. “Probably just nerves” You thought.

“K so is my little princess hungry?” Jack said to your tummy. It was clear you were coming in second to “the princess” already.

“Yes WE want fried chicken and ice cream.” You said rubbing your belly tiredly. “Jack had worn you out in the store. Now you know how he felt going shopping with you.

@itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow @okaaay-mice

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Chelsea FC Nursery - Mason Mount

Request: Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so mason has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave

Warning: pure fluff 💕 (a lil bday gift for the loveliest @masterclassbaby 🌟)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

Having a baby and having to deal with super busy working schedules wasn’t something ideal for newparents. Most of the time you succeeded in organizing everything perfectly: bath and feeding time, taking her to the doctors and everything in between but some other things got more complicated meaning you had to deal with unplanned surprises such as your boss unexpectedly calling you into work when it should have been your day off.

“You said you’d have been off today” Your boyfriend whined as his eyes were following you, rushing to get ready and have a decent look to get into work.

“Yeah baby, I know but that pain in the arse of my boss said he needed me asap” You huffed, struggling to put your wool sweater on and therefore swearing about putting your head in the wrong hole.

Mason bit on his lips as your frantic moves caused him to smile but he knew that seeing him smirking somehow amused would have gotten you on your nerves.

“What about Lyla? I’ve training…” He scratched the back of his neck, racking his brain to think about what to do with your baby girl: should he have called Lewis and asked him to look after his niece?

“Fuck” You breathed out while swiftly checking if you got everything you needed in your bag. “I can’t take her with me, even though I’d love to” Lyla was sitting on the ground, peacefully playing with her toys, as you placed the look of love upon her.

“I guess I’ll came up with something” Mason muttered, holding your coat out for you to wear it as you were putting on your boots.

“Thanks” You addressed a little smile to your man, the man that never failed to make you feel loved. Gratefulness filled your heart during every moment you would spend with him, even during these harder time where those loving feelings could have been the last thing among your priorities.

You shared a quick peck before kissing Lyla goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight babies, love you!”

“Bye! We love you!” He shouted back at you before closing the front door and looking at his daughter with a mixture of fear and hassle in his eyes.

“Okay bubs, what should I do with you? Mhh?” Mason clearly didn’t expect for his one year old baby to answer his question so the puzzled look she gave him elicited a laughter from him.

“Come here” That baby, the result of your love, was everything to him. He loved her to the moon and back and would have climbed the highest mountain in the world to see her smile.

“Mama?” Her little voice echoed in the room, calling for you.

“She had to go, baby, we’ll try to see if uncle Lewis can come over” Mason took his phone out of his pocket to dial his older brother’s number but he forgot he was out of town meaning he couldn’t have taken up his uncle and babysitter duties. He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. Things were harder than expected.

“Dada?”

“Cool…what should we do now?”

At that moment an idea came up to him like a genius stroke: he could have taken Lyla with him to Cobham so she would have plenty of babysitters who could look after her.

"Okay baby, you know what? Today you'll come to work with daddy, are you happy?" He was beaming with eagerness thanks to his idea, the best idea he could think of.

"Yes!" She squealed, wiggling her hands in the air happily, mostly to match the enthusiastic tone of her dad.

"You'll meet a lot of new friends, uncle Ben will be there…You'll love it" He tried to encourage her by listing all the cons about this new experience as he dressed her in an adorable grey tracksuit matching his own.

Lyla looked a little confused because, even being this young, she sensed that day wasn't going to be an ordinary one, most of all because her mum wasn’t there with her.

"Mummy?"

"She's at work, love, but she'll come back soon"

Even though she was definitely a daddy’s girl, she wanted to share that special day she was going to live with you but you weren’t there and that was kind of upsetting for your baby.

When Mason took his phone to dial Potter’s number to ask whether it was okay for him to bring his daughter to training, Lyla started trotting around the living room looking for you: she looked behind the sofa, underneath the cushions, under the table but you were nowhere to be found.

“Lyla love, what are you doing?”

“Mama”

If you listened closely you could hear Mason’s heart beat getting faster as he hated breaking his little one’s.

“You’ll see her in a couple of hours, sweetheart. You’ll have a lot of fun with dada!” He stated while preparing the tiny, pink glitter backpack with all her stuff.

At that moment, your doorbell rang and she lifted her head towards it expecting you to enter the house. It was uncle Ben instead, as Mason asked him to go to training together so the baby would have faced the new experience better but that wasn’t the case as she started crying when she realised it wasn’t her mum the one at the door.

“Hey princess, why are you crying? It’s me!” Ben asked, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air.

Mason huffed, shaking his head in despair as the last thing he wanted was making his child cry.

“She’s not happy about going to Chelsea nursery” Ben chuckled, kissing her temple sweetly.

“Nope, apparently not” Mason chuckled back, giving Lyla her dummy in the hope she would calm down a bit while holding her favourite plushie.

“Shall we go? We’re running late”

Mason nodded and put his training bag on his shoulder as he grabbed the pink bag with the other hand.

“You look so hot with the glitter bag” Ben teased him.

“Shut up, I drip too hard” Mason answered in kind, making his friend laugh out loud.

The two friends and teammates drove together to Cobham ready to train with the rest of the squad. The moment you got in the car Lyla stopped crying, looking out of the window quite intrigued about what the next destination would have been.

“We’re going to a beautiful place” Mason kissed her cheek, her big brown eyes looking all around while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

When they entered the training centre the first ones to welcome them were Kepa and Jorginho who grinned widely when their eyes fell on the baby girl in Mason’s arms.

“Look who’s here, hi baby girl” Jorgi took Lyla’s tiny hands in his.

“She seems a bit scared” Kepa giggled “hola guapa!”

“Yeah, she’s. Y/N got called into work and no one could stay home with her so I asked the gaffer if I could take her here” The Chelsea midfielder explained to his teammates.

“Dada” She moaned nuzzling in her dad’s neck.

“Daddy’s here, baby” He whispered into her ear as Ben smiled at her, brushing his hand against her leg affectionately.

"Oh there she is, our new staff member" Potter made his entrance in the room with that little joke about your baby.

"Yeah, thanks coach. She's a really quiet girl, I promise that"

"Yes, I just hope she's taken after her mother then" He moved closer to say hi to her but she got scared and nuzzled against Mason's neck once again.

"She isn't anything like her father, mister" Ben joked, earning a glare from Mason as he really loved when people would notice the things he and his baby had in common instead of his best friend mocking him.

“Okay, I love having this little miss here with us but we should start working”

That was a good occasion for Mason to combine business with pleasure as he would train while keeping an eye on the most important thing he had, making some grimaces every now and then to make her laugh.

Once the training was over, all the Chelsea boys came to play with Lyla, Ben, Christian and Kepa in particular. The little girl already knew Mason’s football best friend but as soon as she met the American player she only had eyes for him: they laughed a lot together, even forgetting about her dad who was the love of her life.

Mason couldn’t have been happier about hearing his daughter’s careless laughters filling the room but he would have lied to himself if he would say that interaction didn't make him any jealous.

“Lyla love, it’s time to go home!”

“No!!” She protested, wiggling her tiny legs as she was playing hide and seek with the boys.

“Come on love, mummy would be home soon!” He tried to convince her by talking about her mummy, the most important woman of your lives.

“Come on Lyla, we’ll go on playing another day!” Christian tried to help Mason, giggling when she didn’t want to leave his hand.

“Well you forgot about your beloved dad rather quickly, you ungrateful child” Mason muttered as taking her in his arms, smiling against her temple before kissing it.

The whole Chelsea staff laughed at his joke before waving the loving baby their goodbyes.

"I'm home!" You sang before closing the front door behind you. The first thing you saw was your baby trying to "run" to you and it was the best, cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Hello baby! Come to mummy" You took her in your arms, peppering kisses all over her face.

Mason, who had the biggest grin ever hearing the two of you laugh wholeheartedly, made his way to you, to welcome you back.

"Look who's there"

"Hello mummy" He whispered against your lips, his voice a bit husky.

"Hello daddy" You replied to him in the same tone before giving each other a kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Tell mummy where did daddy take you"

"Where did you go??"

"To Cobham!"

"To - what?"

"Yeah, it was like take your children to work day"

"Mason" You glared at him, knowing full well that wasn’t the truth.

"I had no choice, Y/N as nobody could come and look after her"

"We should start looking for a babysitter" You sighed, placing your baby back on the ground.

"No way"

"How dared you take my baby in that place?" You chuckled, placing your coat back on the hanger.

"We met a lot of new people and there was also uncle Ben!" Mason sounded way more excited than Lyla really was or should have been, from her dad's point of view.

Your daughter still had that look of confusion on her face, her eyes kind of tired and puffy from the amount of emotions she experienced that day. You smiled looking at her, taking her back in your arms.

"It was a busy day, wasn't it baby?" You cooed in her ear as she rubbed her little fist against her chocolate brown eyes, the same as her dad.

"Bedtime princess! Come on, let's go" Mason stated with his arms out for you to pass her to him.

"Did you already have dinner?"

"Yep, we ate some pasta daddy made and we watched a film we've never saw: Frozen" He rolled his eyes and said the last part of the sentence feigning annoyance with her baby watching the same cartoon over and over again.

"Oh really?" You answered giggling.

"Have you ever seen it? It's good actually"

"How many times did you watch it this week?" You asked, your mouth at the corner of his lips.

"That must've been the seventh time this week" He muttered smirking, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled as your gaze laid on your baby yawning.

"Good night, baby. Mummy loves you so much" You pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go with her dad upstairs.

While he was tucking Lyla in, you changed into your warm and soft pajamas, a big smile on your face as you couldn't have imagined a better life for you to live with such special people by your side you were lucky to call yours.

Mason came back in less than ten minutes, smirking.

"What's that face for?"

He shrugged and hugged you from behind.

"She wanted her mama to sleep with her, I told her you were coming so she closed her eyes and started snoring one minute after"

You chuckled, your fingers grazing his forearms in soothing circles.

"You tricked her"

"It's for her good"

Mason pressed a kiss right under your jaw, making you shiver "Plus I needed her mama too…"

You turned to face him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You missed me?"

"You have no idea" He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I always miss you. I really wanted you to see her becoming friend with Christian and all the other lads…I think she has a soft spot for him"

"I missed you too…well, she's good taste, I guess she's taken from me" You blinked, clearly referring to you liking Mason.

"I guess, but I feel betrayed. I have to be her prince"

His line as a jealous father, madly in love with his daughter, made you chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.

"You'll always be her prince but let's say metaphorically"

It was his turn to laugh as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your vanilla conditioner he loved before pressing a kiss on your nape.

"You've a point there"

The two of you stayed like that in silence for while, Mason’s hands squeezing your hips and moving them along your back.

"But I'll always be your prince, right?"

"Always" You trailed your lips along his stubble quite teasingly. You thought all those dad duties made him look even hotter than he already was so being away from him all that time was pure torture.

Sharing some intimate moments for the two of you had gotten more difficult since the birth of your princess but you always made sure to have some it was during moments like that where she was asleep in her own bed, that you knew you should have seized the opportunity. Mason started sucking on your neck’s sensitive skin as a sound which was something in between a laughter and a moan escaped your lips.

When his fingers slipped inside your pajama bottoms, Lyla’s cry got your attention and made you jump.

“Lyla’s crying” You whined, worried about your baby but also a bit annoyed with her worst timing.

Mason huffed and kept his hands to himself. “Hold on baby, daddy’s coming!” He shouted on his way to her bedroom “We’re just trying to give you a sibling, you could show some respect” He muttered out loud, knowing that would have made you laugh.

“Mase!!” You called his name with the intention of scolding him but the laugh his line and his bothered face caused you, made your intention fail.

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queer-overwatch · 2 months

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venture and junkrat sharing how they chipped/lost their teeth… pls i beg 🤲

Venture and Junkrat storytime

Honestly this was so much fun!!-Xor

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Junkrat has always been one for scar stories, so he always asks. Sometimes the way he asks is rather silly and goofy just silly questions here and there in his usual excitable nature other times it was just a very blunt "tell em how you got that scar"

Venture on the other hand is just at excitable and easy to persuade about scars themselves. They try not to ask about other people's scars unless really really interested.

Junkrat just HAD to ask that new guy Venture they said their name was. He swore that chip in their tooth came from a dinosaur or maybe some giant drill bigger than the one they carry

Venture of course was more than happy to answer stating they got it from biting into a rough geode while trying to keep their reward away from the other way finders for jokes of course.

Junkrat is fully immersed in the story grinning , he's so excitable definitely some mad giggling as he asks questions

Venture is equally as cautious and lightly brings up how both of them have teeth or at least parts of teeth missing.

Junkrat happily , almost proudly goes into his story. It was a firecracker that took out his tooth. As much as it hurt losing the tooth he 100% would do it again

Venture is just astonished the whole time , there's definitely some concern but honestly it's just wild .

Both of them start trading stories back and forth after Junkrat insists he tell Venture about how he met and hired Roadhog, and how he lost his leg.

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And a lively little blurb written by Frisk -Xor

"So uh, teeth ay?"

Somehow, someway, fate decided to put Venture and Junkrat in the same place at the same time, because there wasn't already enough chaos in the world.

"Yeah! Teeth are so cool, you ever seen those cool fun facts that are like 'did you know you can bite off a finger if you try hard enough'? No clue if it's true or not!" Venture had warmed up to him almost immediately. Something about his personality intrigued them! He seemed just as eccentric and extroverted as they were! Though maybe a bit more unhinged- but that could be overlooked!

"I have! And it's true! This one time I was in a scrap with some lady who's name I forgot and I bit off her finger on accident! I won though, so I got to keep it!" Junkrat retells his story enthusiastically, maybe a bit too happy to tell Venture about it but hey, every story's worth hearing once!

"Is that how you lost your tooth?" They gesture to the gap in his smile, completely forgetting how it was considered rude to ask people about scars and such. They never cared when people asked about theirs, so they tend to forget other people *do* care.

"Aw, this old thing? Nah, I blew that baby out myself! Almost swallowed it, but I didn't! Now it's part of a cool necklace I have at home!" Sticking his tongue through the gap as far as he could, and getting spit everywhere, he talks all about how him and Roadhog were trying to bomb their way into a vault and Junkrat decided to try and make the explosion pretty with firecrackers. To put it gently, it didn't go well.

"Oh wow, that sounds painful! That's such a cool story compared to mine though. I just chipped my tooth trying to bite a rock, it was funny at the time, still is if you ask me!" Venture laughs as they get their own story out, eager to tell someone just as reckless as they are all about themselves and the probably stupid things they do!

#venture #overwatch x reader #venture overwatch #overwatch #junkrat #junkrat x venture #platonic #Xornk

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overlysour · 8 months

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For your Halloween event, may I request a fic or hcs about Alhaitham on Halloween? I don’t have a particular prompt in mind but I think it’d be funny to see the acting grand sage taking part or making a (small or not) effort for the first time in ages just for his s/o.

ALHAITHAM DURING HALLOWEEN

-Alhaitham and Halloween are a pretty random combination because on one hand, I can imagine him wearing some dumb costume because you convinced him to and on the other hand, I can see him just finishing off paperwork at home (maybe even watching a movie with you, if you really want to).

-I think he’d make an effort to take part if you were interested but if you weren’t then he’s fine with that, it’s not like he’s really into all that.

-Going on the basis that you are, he’d probably pick out a basic costume for next day delivery or something a few days before halloween.

-Maybe a vampire, I can see him in one of those costumes with plastic teeth.

-probably hates the plastic teeth and takes them out as soon as he can, he is NOT looking forward to keeping them on all night.

-Not enthusiastic about trick or treating because 1. It’s embarrassing & 2. Why does he even need sweets??

-Gets teased horribly by Cyno and Kaveh for his outfit but sends some witty comment back as always.

-Will not go to a party.

-I’m sorry but he never goes to parties and if he does, he’s going back home within five minutes.

-Might join in for a few minutes if you had a small one at home but is soon either in his room or just sat at the back working.

-If you wanna carve pumpkins, he’s not against you doing it but he doesn’t exactly want to himself. Might stand with you and give a hand if you can’t press hard enough with the carving thing (I forgot the name, it’s been a year since I’ve touched one 😭)

-Is actually surprisingly okay with watching scary movies, even if they’re pretty predictable at times, so if you wanna settle down in the evening with him to watch stuff he will happily do so.

-Probably silently judges people for those pumpkin-ball outfit things as they walk by because he cannot fathom why they’d wanna wear that. It’s basically a ball.. and they’re wearing it.. why would they want that??

-I cannot see him at a haunted house at all but best be told he’d be unimpressed if he did go.

-Imagine working at a silly Halloween house for some fun or quick money and jumping out only to see the acting grand sage & his partner.

-I’d cry.

Halloween masterlist

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #short but silly #why was this actually fun #halloween event #Halloween hcs

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sol-consort · 3 months

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Do you think in reverse, any of the alien races also tried those tips on befriending humans? Aliens bragging online how they totally rizzedd up a human with ridiculous advice, humans are just like "lol silly little guys" and humor it happily.

Are we bringing the "loser high elf with a human obsession" trend in here from my other blog? Because I am fully down to making a loser friendgroup of aliens who are creeps towards humans as much as they are endlessly curious.

And yes, oh definitely yes they are bragging online about tottally rizzing up this new shiny species who stumbled their way into the stars.

A turian posting on his twitter about how he's been assigned with a human in C-SEC, how he has been studying a lot of human rituals by watching Hollywood movies and reading mammal herd behaviours, not realising humans are categorised as predetors.

It's a long thread of him describing his "successful" attempts and encounters with the human.

He followed the human to lunch and made sure to eat next to them since the extranet articles talked about the importance of eating together in human culture.

Except the human was a messy eater and the turian's food ended up getting contaminated, resulting in the turian having a coughing fit, throwing up, passing out and waking up in the emergency care.

A salarian saw this thread and left a very long comment mansplaining human behaviour and how the turian was absolutely wrong and an idiot. The two of them argued back and forth in the comments during the turian's stay in the hospital.

Resulting in the salarian claiming he could befriend a human much faster and easier than the turian's pathetic attempt. Leading the turian to daring him to post it.

So he read any books he could find about human evolution and history. Confident that he could apply them on the next human tour group coming to Sur'kesh.

Human primitives loved climbing trees, correct? And Sur'kesh has lots of trees! Their closest relatives are in apes huh? The salarian knows just what to do with this information.

Imagine with me, you're a human tourist in an alien planet, following the polite salarian guide in the front and taking pictures of the lovely view. You're having a wonderful time.

Then out of nowhere, comes another salarian who stops in front of the whole tour group. The tour guide seems confused and you wonder if this was preplanned or not.

This random salarian begins speaking to the entire group very slowly as he states the fact that there are a lot of trees around here. Asking if anyone would like to join him in climbing one as a mutual show of trust and friendship.

You raise your camera as you watch this salarian who's worked in a bio lab all his life, struggling to climb one tree and very slowly making progress. When he reaches the top, he is reminded of the fact oh, heights and gravity exist, this is so much more terrifying than he thought it would be.

Now he's stuck on the tree, and the salarian tour guide is dialing up security to both come and get him down but also kick him out before he causes a human diplomatic incident.

The salarian's terrified at the top like a scared kitten. You climbed a lot of trees as a kid, and this one isn't even that tall, so you climb up there and offer to carry the salarian down, which he enthusiastically accepts.

Everyone is taking pictures and smiling, the tour guide is relieved that an incident was avoided.

Then the salarian in your arms, reaches into his pocket says he has just the thing to thank you with, kind human.

He takes out. A banana. Offering it to you.

The pictures and videos of him doing that end up on the galactic news the next day, you get word that the human ambassador Udina wants use this incident to demand compensation and sanctions on the salarians offensive gesture to a human tourist. The salarian government is very apologetic and panicking, ready to throw credits at the problem to solve it.

But you post a video on your social media laughing it off and saying it's fine. Putting an end to the incident before it escalates.

An asari sits in her office as she looks over the latest galactic news, the salarian's pathetic attempt at befriending a human that resulted in a diplomatic incident.

She sips on her coffee, a human delicacy, as she finally decides where she wants to spend her once-a-year break.

Booking the nearest ticket to Earth, she thinks, befriending humans cannot be that hard, right?

She has seen many humans in Thessia. She even talked to one once when they asked her for directions! Sure, she never really befriended any before, but they can't be that different from all the other species. After all, an asari can get anyone wrapped around their finger if she tries hard enough.

Landing on Earth, she realises just why it was called the blue planet. The sky is very blue, almost aggressively so and the sun here hurts to look at, unlike the gentle one in Thessia.

There are so many humans around, not a sign of a single alien in sight. All of them walking with a purpose, some taking their animals to a stroll and oh wow that dog is bigger than any varren she has ever seen, how did that human tame it?

Some give her a pacing glance, and others are indifferent to her. She keeps trying to strike up a conversation but everyone just declines and say they're busy or in a hurry.

Strange, the humans on the citadel are much more friendly. An asari could walk up to a group and demand their attention just like that, why are the ones here so different?

Eventually she spots an older woman, ah yes a human Matriarch! Just perfect. She goes to the elder woman sitting on a bench while feeding the pigeons.

The woman smiles, wrinkles in her face from a life full of happiness, greeting the blue lady. The two of them sit together and have a talk, the old woman is very patient and understanding with the asari as she explains that this is just how humans are, how the ones on the citadel are a very select view who are enthusiastic about aliens.

The asair is stunned to learn that this woman is merely 78 years old, yet she holds so much wisdom and charm. They spend the entire day talking and watch the sunset together.

By the end, the old woman apologises for having to leave, saying her grandkids are visiting tonight and she must go back home. But she will be here tomorrow if the asair wants to continue the chat.

Day after day, week after week. The asair keeps meeting up with her snd talking, about nothing and everything, life and its meaning, the sky and its colours, love and its sisters.

The asari asks if the old woman has her spouse in her life still, the old woman smiles, full of melancholy as she shakes her head no.

Reading on human mating rituals, the asari starts bringing the old woman flowers, red in colour and varied in shapes. A box of sweets that the old woman kindly declines because of her blood sugar, yet the asari doesn't give up and comes the next day with a box of dark chocolate.

By the end of the month, the asari brings her final gift to the old woman. A small red box that fits perfectly into her balm. The old woman has to put her glasses back on as the asari opens the box to be able to see what's inside.

Getting on one knee, the asari opens the box to present a shiny ring inside, she asks cautiously if she'd like to come back with her to Thessia to live the rest of their lives together.

The old woman smiles, the asari grew found of her smiles, so gentle and warm. Reaching with her shakey hands, she takes the box and admires the beautiful ring inside. She chuckles with delight at the flattering implication as she puts the ring back in the box and hands it to the asari.

Patting her head, the 78 human woman tells the 600 asari woman to go find a young girl her age to marry. How she basically sees her as a granddaughter.

The asari comes back home with a newfound hatred for Earth, attempting to cope with having her heartbroken by a single human who hasn't passed their first century yet.

#☆asair #☆turians #☆salarians #☆humans

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rendy-a · 11 months

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Congratulations on 500 followers 🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉 hope you get more btw 🤗

Anyways so far the event reads are super entertaining and great so if its alr can i get yandere idia after the dance?? Ignore if you wish 👍

Funny thing about writing fics, sometimes you think your fic is a mess but when you reread over the draft, its not half bad. I remember starting this out and thinking, if its after the dance, then surely, they have to meet in an unusual way because Idia won’t be coming to that dance by free will…

There were so many things to remember from this night; the dance, your outfit, and hanging out with both new and old friends. As the lights flickered off in the gardens, you sadly realized the magical night was over. Only, you knew you’d never be able to sleep after this much excitement. Maybe that was why you’d agreed to stay behind and help pick up trash from the tables in the cafeteria. Plus, you weren’t completely alone. “Thanks for keeping me company, Ortho,” you say as you give the AI boy a smile. “It was my pleasure, Prefect!” he cheerfully replies.

You look around at the dim cafeteria and realize, “Gosh, it is so quiet in here with nobody around.” Ortho takes on a look of calculation before replying, “You are correct, no other lifeforms are detected in over 100 meters from this position.” You laugh at how he took your innocent comment and turned it into such a scientific response, “Good to know. Now no one will hear me scream. Just like a B Horror movie.” Ortho looks very amused by this, “Are you a fan of B Horror movies, Prefect? My brother loves those! You should come over to Ignihyde sometime and watch one with us!” Watch movies with Idia? You didn’t want to say anything to Ortho about his brother but, honestly, you weren’t sure he even knew who you were. Really, if it hadn’t been for the whole ‘kidnapped by a ghost’ thing, you wouldn’t know him either.

“Oh yeah? That sounds like, um, great fun. We should totally hang out some time,” you end politely. “Ah! I’m so happy you feel that way, Prefect! I’d love for Brother to spend more time with you!” Ortho says happily with a hand to his mouth like he couldn’t contain his smile behind that metal cover. “Yeah, why not. You can let him know to come see me…just whenever it is convenient for you,” you say offhandedly. “Transmission complete.” You look over, “Hmm?” Oh, the table Ortho was working on was now clean and…you look down at your own area, so was yours. In fact, you’d hardly noticed but you and Ortho had finished collecting all the trash in the room. “I guess it is complete,” you say looking back at Ortho with a smile, “Do you need me to walk you home?”

Ortho gets a mischievous look in his eye, “No, Prefect, I’ll be fine. My brother equipped me with everything I needed for nighttime navigation. He would do anything to make me happy and I’m sure he’d do the same for you too.” You didn’t really know what to say so you stammered a reply, “I..I’m sure he would.” This was apparently the correct answer as a very cheerful Ortho waved enthusiastically as he floated off. You watch him go before turning to begin your own trek home.

Good thing you weren’t afraid of the dark. Otherwise, this campus could be a frightening place. The gothic architecture reminded you of a vampire’s castle and the bats circling the towers did nothing do dispel that mood. The eerie blue glow dancing across the pavers made the whole place seem like a path to an undead underworld. Wait. There shouldn’t be a blue glow on this path. After all your earlier bluster, you were now generally freaked out. You looked back, considering taking the back way home but that convoluted path would take you at least half an hour to walk. No, you lived with ghosts, you could deal with whatever supernatural entity this was. You’d just be careful.

You crept carefully down the path until you came to a glowing blue hedge. You could see the eerie flames came from deeper within. You gathered your courage and rushed forward, parting the hedge and shouting mightily, “Arrgghhhh!” You had no plan but, luckily for you, you didn’t need one. The frightened occupant of the hedge screamed louder than you did and fell back on his bottom, “AAAHHHH!” You meet eyes and continue screaming for a solid twenty seconds until the flickering blue flames finally illuminated enough of his face for you to recognize your supernatural stalker was only Idia.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss out quietly at the cowering dorm leader. “You…you invited me, so I came! B.but, I got nervous about random encounters and decided to take a pit stop to wait for my stamina to recharge,” he stuttered out. You give him a puzzled look, “I…invited you?” He flushes deeply and his hair gets a pink tinge to the ends, “Ortho, he passed on your message. That, that you wanted to see me…to hang out…” Then he looks away, tapping his index fingers together like a schoolgirl. Wait, what exactly had you said to Ortho? “I thought I said he shouldn’t mention it until he saw you next. I didn’t mean to drag you out of bed or anything.”

Idia gets a rare sharp-toothed grin when explaining, “Ortho is set up with Wi-Fi, local transmission, and the ability to connect to outdated landline technology. We are always in touch.” Then he seems to feel overwhelmed about having said so much, “P.plus, I’m never asleep this early s.so, you shouldn’t worry about me.” You still felt guilty, you had inadvertently dragged an introvert out into the wild with no real reason. The guilt prompted you to come up with an impromptu excursion to drag your new acquaintance on. “So, want to walk around the main street? I guess you don’t really get to see the busy areas of the school much, huh?” He blinks at you owlishly before giving you a shy grin and a nod.

“Here are the Great Seven statues,” you remark in a very tour-guide tone. You nod your head toward the stature of the Queen of Hearts, “Grim and I sort of burnt that one down once.” Idia looks at you, “Oh yeah?” he drawls with a knowing grin. “I…I mean we were MINORLY involved. It was really Ace’s fault mostly! I’m not some hoodlum or anything!” you hurriedly backtrack on that comment. He pulls his hands into his body in surprise at your sudden outburst and stammers, “I…I know…I believe you.”

You cringe at what a weirdo you sound like. Not that you are the only one who had some weird moments this night. Earlier, you’d randomly pointed out a bench you like to sit on, and Idia had taken a picture of it with his phone. How much of a shut-in do you have to be before someone’s favorite bench seems picture worthy? “Maybe next time we will sit on it together,” you’d joked only to have Idia flush instead of laugh. Maybe he isn’t ready for jokes today.

Time for a topic change, “Which of the statues is your favorite?” you ask suddenly. “Me? You want to know my favorite? I never thought you’d want to know about me…” Idia trails off in a mumble before responding, “Ah! I like the King of the Underworld. A.and not just because I’m from Ignihyde! He is just so cool. He devotes himself to his work but still had time to find someone to make his bride. I..I try to imitate his work ethic…and other things…”

The silence lingers after Idia finishes until he asks quietly, “Which one is your favorite?” It was an interesting question as you had no dorm affiliation to influence your choice. You don’t really want to think too hard about things in the middle of the night, so you shrug and point to one. “Th.the King of Beasts?” Idia asks in surprise. “Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “It’s a cat.” Then you meet his eyes and burst out into laughter. He surprises you by letting out a small chuckle too; I guess he is ready for some jokes after all. “I didn’t know we had so much in common. I also like kitties.” he says quietly before you nod toward the path and continue your way onwards toward Ramshackle.

You reach the fence bounding the hill on which Ramshackle lies and lean onto it, weaving your arms between the spiked bars that top it. “Home sweet home. It doesn’t look like much now, but you should have seen it when it was all decorated up by Diasomnia during Halloween.” He gives you a small smile and remarks, “I saw it. I had Ortho fly over and take video for me.” You bump him with your elbow, “Keeping an eye on me, eh?” He does not take that as the joke you meant it to be and goes into a panicked fluster, “N.No! Not..not at all! It…It was for research purposes. RESEARCH ONLY!” You laugh, “Relax, I’m only teasing you.” He was fun to tease, you decide.

“I thought it looked great. I was sort of jealous of the costumes. I think it would have been fun to dress up in one,” you muse, allowing the subject to change. “Do..do you like to cosplay?” Idia asks carefully. “Hmm, I don’t know if like is really the word. Maybe say I’m interested in it,” you say as you think it over, “Like when you see a really great costume online and it makes you feel excited to try it out. You know?” You push back from the wall and give Idia a nice smile as you seek out his acknowledgment. He returns your smile, “Yeah, like sometimes you see something really cute and think ‘I wonder what they’d look like in this.’”

“They?” you tease, “Who is they? Do you have a special someone Idia?” If you thought you’d flustered him before, that was nothing to the reaction you got now. The tips of his hair turned so crimson that, for a moment, the blaze was red-hot enough to warm you. “NO! I DON’T HAVE ANYONE IN MIND! But I mean if I did, I wouldn’t brag about it to everyone, I’d keep them safe and secret. It would be great to have a person to do this sort of thing with. Maybe someday…” From there, you aren’t sure if his mumbles get too quiet or if you are laughing too loudly to hear them.

Then you reached your door and stopped at the entry to say goodnight to your companion. “That was a fun time. You should get out more often.” He looks at the ground mostly, but you catch him gazing at you through his lashes as he says, “If you invite me, I’ll come again.” You smile, “Sure. I don’t mind, its not like you kept me waiting or anything.” Idia’s expression becomes deathly pale, and his mouth works without producing any sound. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not mad. Even though you took that rest in a bush, you still showed up surprisingly fast. I’m surprised you managed to get there that fast from Ignihyde and all. What, did you actually jog all that way? I think there must be a surprising amount I don’t know about you, Idia Shroud.” Then, with a wave of your hand, you slipped inside and left the shocked Idia standing at your doorway. He really was easy to tease.

As you climb the stairs to your room you are stuck with your parting statement. You hadn’t consciously thought about it, but Idia HAD appeared in that bush far faster than he’d have been able to if he came from Ignihyde. Had he been on campus doing something? Idia the famous introvert? Now, when it was too late to ask, you wonder what he might have been doing prior to meeting up with you. Perhaps, if you ever met up again, you’d remember to ask him what had interested him enough to tear him out of his room while everyone else was dancing.

The whole ‘hang out’ had taken a surprisingly short amount of time, only around half an hour. But after the long dance and clean-up were added in, it was enough to make you ready to turn in for the night. So, you shucked off your formal wear and put on a comfy outfit and headed to bed. You grab the top layer of bedding and fold it over giving yourself a way to slide into bed. Before you can though, you puzzledly examine your pillow. A single strand of writhing blue hair lays upon it. You twirl it around in your fingers, ‘I guess it must have transferred to me from earlier and fallen off,’ you think. How odd but…not odd enough to keep you up longer. You flick your fingers, sending the wayward strand floating off to the floor to be swept up some other day.

Then you slip inside your comfy bed and let your mind wander as it does before sleep claims you. I wonder if Idia gets hot when he is in bed? That flame hair must heat things up pretty fast. Funny to think about because tonight, you feel like your own bed is somehow still warm as though remembering the heat of a recent occupant. But that just must be your imagination. A bed can’t stay warm all day like that.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #500 follower event #yandere idia x reader #tw: yandere #yandere idia shroud

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Hello <3 Because I always find it to be such a sweet thing to take care of Viktor, could the reader do 'tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around'? It being sort of a thing that the reader just starts doing the actions that they know Viktor would have a harder time with. (Just like how taller people will get things from high places for shorter people). The reader makes sure he doesn't have to kneel or bend down because of his back and leg. Or walk to much (running around for him)

Hi! I'm so sorry this one took so long JKSHDJHFHJFHJ 🤡🤡 I hope you like it! ❤❤ *proceeds to run away* 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️

All Our Ways to Say "I Love You"

Viktor x gn!Reader--------1K--------SFW

Tags: Domestic Fluff| Kinda cheesy I'm not sorry| Established Relationship

Viktor learned a lot of things every day.

It wasn’t just about Hextech. Perhaps, in the beginning, he’d been fooled into thinking all his meaningful discoveries were rooted in science and technology development.

But certainly not anymore.

Ever since enrolling into Piltover’s Academy, he must focus on his priorities: maximize his opportunities to climb the tricky social ladder so he could help the people in need as much as Viktor could have the ability to.

It took time—a long one— to comprehend his deeds were a result of love.

Thinking about his creations bettering the life of somebody in need made him feel a warm feeling in his chest, which he thought was pride and nothing more.

Until that feeling appeared again.

He loved his hometown, cherishing the memories, both good and bad, that shaped him into what he was now. He loved his parents and the way they went out of their built-in paths to show kindness to those that were seeking it. They were the ones that taught him to try and emulate it. He loved his creations and the knowledge, the discovery of new horizons.

So, Viktor tried. He was never the one who had a wide social circle, but he was sure to treasure everyone that was persistent and patient enough to linger near his presence.

He spent time with Jayce sharing nerdy in-jokes while tinkering at the lab, helping him to solve a tricky equation. Particularly, he’d pour his actions into a particular someone: making your company for lunchtime, listening happily at anything you would enthusiastically be rambling about—more often than not, about things he didn’t even have a shallow knowledge about. But he’d ask, and he would delight himself in the sound of your voice explaining to him.

Before, Viktor had considered love to be a strange, cryptic world he wasn’t particularly interested to visit. Picturing all the tiring, tragic love stories swarming the opera functions; and the cheesy, totally unbelieving novels that book covers he only peeked on his way to the physics area inside the library.

But something stung deep inside his chest whenever he thought about you that way.

He had to venture into it.

And Viktor learned that love was, shockingly, everywhere around for him. In every heartwarming memory of his parents playing with him as a child, in his mother’s kisses and father’s hugs; in every nerdy joke said by Jayce accompanied by a pat on his shoulder. And of course, in each fleeting kiss, you managed to steal when he was working, in the shy way your arm interlocked with his when you were walking.

Viktor got uncomfortable with an open demonstration of physical affection, and he was still puke-inducingly nervous while thinking about saying ‘I love you’. For that, his way of showing love could be a little… particular, but that didn’t make it less special.

Nevertheless, love made its way.

You had a whole cabinet filled with little figurines Viktor tinkered in discarded metal foils, from butterflies to flowers, even some animals. He helped you fix broken furniture in your home and soothed you to fall asleep in those restless nights while reading out loud some random book he picked from his nightstand.

Mimicking him, you picked up similar customs. Love affirmations may be scarce, but it wasn’t uncertain that the feeling laid each time you guided him to stand tall against a wall of one not-so-crowded hallway in the Academy while you kneeled to tie his right shoelace.

“Ah—than-thank you,” he would stammer, his cheeks all red and hands grabbing the cane’s handle with extra force. You always considered it very cute.

He also considered how cute you were willing to run errands for him. To the laundry, to the lab to bring him lunch when he forgot to put it in his bag, and to make him company when he was going to work overtime. Even picking up some of his medicines—reminding him to take them when he was nose-deep into work.

You wouldn’t make him confess, but he liked your unkempt hair messed by the wind when you entered the lab, face flushed for the exercise, and the brightest smile he’d ever seen when your eyes set on him.

“I brought lunch!” you claimed, triumphant, raising a bag filled with food. Jayce would take one plate and disappear quietly—he would return in an hour and a half with some pastry for you and Viktor.

But now, with the lab all alone for you two, Viktor would clear his worktable to let you sit on it, your legs wiggling in the air as you two ate. Pretending any of you were looking at the other from the corner of your eyes.

While Viktor would reach out for things from taller cabinets to give them to you—why was your cereal always in the highest one?— you’d do the same to accommodate the freshly bought vegetables in the lower drawers inside the fridge.

Actually, you would change your clothes arranged in the closet so his things could be in the higher sections.

He noticed, of course. When you were squatting while looking for the matching top for your outfit. “You don’t have to bother with that.”

“I don’t mind. I like to do things to make you feel better. Because you make me feel that way,” you said. “Besides, it helps. With your leg cramps. I know because I massage you when you get all cramped out, so don’t lie to me.”

Viktor arched his brow, a crooked smile showing part of his teeth. He still smiled like his child-self would have to, and it always made you feel giddy.

“Such a bossy-boots,” he replied, half-choking with a chuckle. Viktor looked at your precarious position, so he reached to disarrange your hairstyle with his hand. “Your purple cardigan isn’t in there. I have it.”

“Oh?” your legs collapsed, and you were sitting on his shoes—you didn’t notice him walking so close. “With whose permission?”

He shrugged, feeling your hands holding one of his legs and his cane. “Someone likes to steal my sweaters, so I thought it would only be fair.”

You giggled then, head tilting to one side to see him clearly. “I love you, Viktor.”

His face became a deep pink, but his golden eyes were gentle while scanning every feature as he would like to engrave you in his memory.

“You know how much I love you, don’t you?”

Your head brushed his pants as you nodded, and he cupped your hand resting atop his other one over the cane’s handle. “Yes, every day.”

Viktor hummed, proud and happy. And he was convinced the warm sensation pooling from his stomach to every part of his body each time he looked at you was love, too.

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sleepingdeath-light · 5 months

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lord oyster cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; (totally not) 🍾 anon (12/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; lord oyster cookie

outline ; “lord oyster smut and relationship hcs ~ (undercover 🍾)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!lord oyster cookie, praise kink, pussy/cock drunk!lord oyster cookie, oral sex (amab and afab receiving), overstimulation, bondage, clothed sex, marking kink

note ; shaky characterisation as i’ve never written for him before — but i hope that you enjoy this piece regardless

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

whilst lord oyster cookie is a switch and gets off more on pleasuring you than being pleasured himself, he does have a pretty distinct lean towards submission — and when he is taking on a submissive role in the bedroom he’s incredibly obedient and pretty much lives to earn your adoration and praise

especially praise, because the quickest way to get this man to his knees is to call him anything from ‘good boy’ to ‘pretty boy’ to ‘darling’ — bonus points if preface any of that praise with ‘my’ because he absolutely loves feeling desired and adored

(and he also loves being able to hand over the control to you and let you take care of him, and everything else, after long voyages out to sea — he may love his work as a ship hand, but even lord oyster cookie can admit that it can get exhausting and his imagination and hands can only go so far…)

as mentioned above, he 100% gets off on pleasuring you and has been known to get absolutely drunk off of your taste and reactions whenever he goes down on you [split]

[afab] it never takes long from the moment his tongue first darts out from between his lips to taste your slick before he’s desperately groping at your hips, waist, thighs, and ass in an effort to pull you impossibly close to his mouth — all the while moaning, groaning, and grinding his straining cock against you/the surface beneath you as he eats you out (and if you don’t stop him, this poor man will just keep going until you’re both sobbing, your cunt is clenching around nothing, and everything from his nose to his shirt collar is drenched in your cum)

[amab] the longer the two of you stay together, the less and less apparent his gag reflex becomes because he’s just so damn eager to please that he trains it out of himself — soon enough he’s taking all of you into his mouth at once, hollowing his cheeks and moaning and humming and groaning around you all in return for the rewarding feeling of your hands entangling in his hair and your hips bucking up into his mouth, all the while massaging and toying with your balls in the way you like (he’ll happily stay between your legs until you physically can’t cum anymore if you let him — and he looks so damn pretty when he’s knelt between your thighs, mouth stuffed with cock and hips rutting up into the air in his desperation, that it’s a struggle to bring yourself to make him stop)

this applies to both but if you ever wear skirts/dresses/any sort of flowing clothes along those lines without any undergarments beneath it and let him know that in some subtle way then this poor man is going to go bright red and start spouting excuses to get you somewhere private so that he can lift up those skirts and get his mouth on you as soon as possible

he knows a thing or two about tying things up and he isn’t completely opposed to bringing those skills into the bedroom if you ask (whether that means tying you up or teaching you proper rope etiquette so you can safely tie him up instead) but, as with all kinks that carry any sort of risk with them, he makes sure that you’re both safe, comfortable, enthusiastic, and know what you’re doing before moving forwards with incorporating it

finds the sight of you in one of his shirts (or his jacket) and nothing else to be incredibly attractive and will go completely red in the face and speechless if you decide to surprise him in such attire — just give him a moment or two to regain his composure and you’ll get exactly what you want… he just needs some time to commit the view to memory first

he wouldn’t be comfortable with inviting anyone else to your marital bed unless it’s someone you’re already both involved with in a romantic sense — he doesn’t do casual hookups and wouldn’t be comfortable entertaining any of your fantasies that involve such a thing (he’s up for a lot of experimentation, really, this is just something that he can’t do for you)

when it comes to what position he prefers, lord oyster cookie is very traditional and is more than happy to stick with missionary (both when bottoming and topping) — you can hold hands, kiss, and see each other come undone without much struggle or strain and it just feels so very intimate that he can’t help but love it

though, of course, he’s fine with switching things up every now and then so long as his preferred position remains on the table as an option he can fall back on with you

his thighs are extremely sensitive and, consequently, the best place to mark if you want to make this poor man squirm and buckle under his efforts to not make all of those pretty sounds you love — of course things like kiss marks will make him tremble and gasp in the moment, but the real fun comes if you leave marks that last (e.g. sucking dark hickeys onto his inner thighs, or biting just hard enough to make him let out a moan far louder than he intended) because then you get to see him spend the next few days all beautifully flustered whenever he catches a glimpse of your handiwork (he loves them, really he does, but he can’t help but be glad you decided to mark him somewhere that can be reasonably hidden — he does have a reputation to uphold and he dreads to think what would happen if another sailor caught sight of them for whatever reason)

#sleepingdeath #🍾 anon #minors dni #minors will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #gender neutral reader #smut #smut hcs #crk smut #crk x reader #cookie run smut #cookie run x reader #lord oyster cookie smut #lord oyster cookie x reader

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doomsdaybby · 2 years

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pearl buttons | steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve helps you prepare for a job interview, and is the worst person to ask for outfit advice.

based on “well, how do I look?“ from this prompt list.

content/warnings: steve x bestfriend!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, first kiss, cringe clichés.

word count: 2k

this is nothing but a fluffy sickly sweet cringe-fest. but GOD, I love him, your honour.

“Oh my god, I'm going to be so late!” you exclaimed, hurriedly pulling blouses and skirts with no rhyme or reason from your wardrobe. Steve sits far too casually cross-legged on your bed, his nose wrinkling the more the pile of clothes grows.

“You’re thinking way too far into this” Steve mutters half-heartedly, too blasé and accustomed to your eccentric overreactions. “They’re going to love you!” he says as if his statement is obvious, but you could happily argue against it.

Steve had been enthusiastic about your interview offer the moment you received the letter, since you made him open it and read it aloud. But you had never actually thought you would get an interview, having received two refusals previously.

“Listen. You’re great with kids, and you’re amazing, like… in general” he motioned to your frame with an outstretched hand, before crossing his arms over one another and resting them on his chest. “There’s nothing for you to be worried about”, and you knew he meant every word with the way a growing warmth bloomed in your chest.

“Thanks, jerk” a small smirk crosses your face, one that has Steve’s stomach flipping and heart lurching, and you aim to ignore the butterflies fluttering up into your throat.

Steve rolls his eyes and ushers you away, having lazily thrown you a knee-length baby blue skirt and a white blouse he didn’t even look at. Because he knew you would look great in anything.

“Plus you’ll be a hot teacher, too” you heard him mumble under his breath as you entered the bathroom, cheeks bursting with hellfire as you were absolutely not supposed to hear that.

The blouse clung uncomfortably tight to your neck, and the skirt sat weird around the soft plush of your belly. You felt like you had tumbled head-first into Nancy's closet.

A few twirls in the mirror, tucking and untucking the blouse over and over, hating how your hair looked and assuming no matter what you put on you would never think it was good enough.

“Well, how do I look?” you asked as you stepped back into your room, glaring down at one large crease along the front of your blouse. You’re patting it down, gently pulling at the soft material in nimble delicate fingers. You look up when there’s no response, to find Steve just… staring. Heavy.

And Steve? Well, he couldn't ignore the sudden rush of hot blood that hammered in his cheeks; chest swelling and mouth hung open in a half-gawk just as any possible response died on the tip of his tongue.

So what was he supposed to say?

A million words crossed his mind, ones he had been dying to tell you for all of the years he had known you. How you could never look anything less than unequivocally perfect. His jaw tenses, eyes skipping over the top of your head right down to your toes in those stupid frilly white socks.

“You look… good” he finally says with a nod. Nailed it. But you’re gazing back at him with wide glittering puppy-dog eyes, chest collapsing in on itself and your bottom lip slips. Oh god please no, not the pout.

“Don’t- don’t do that face” he scowls at you tight lipped, and all you had to do was peer at him doe-eyed and apparently clueless for him to huff in flustered frustration. “With the lip thing-“ he sticks out his own bottom lip and bounces it with his index finger, “-and the eyes”.

Steve glances away, a small nervous smile crossing his face as he sweeps a hand across his forehead and down to cup his chin. A buzz tickles your ribcage, still not letting up with the expression that oh so clearly makes him melt.

“Oh come on, I think you always look good” he assures, a little defeated by your continued sullen guise that had his heart strangled in a relentless chokehold.

“You do?”

“Uh, yeah? You could walk in here wearing a trash bag and I'd give you the thumbs up.”

He stares again, especially when you tilt your head down and smile wide. You can feel the crushing weight of his gaze, and the collar on the stupid blouse itches, somehow constricting annoyingly tighter the longer he just… looked at you.

“I look… girly” you hum with a scrunch of your nose, bunching up the fabric of the skirt and ruching it theatrically. Another eye roll and Steve swings his legs round so he’s sat at the edge of your bed. “It’s your wardrobe” he scolds.

“Just-“ he beckons you over with a wave of his hand, and you follow blindly without question. You’re standing in front of him as he tuts and messes with the soft blouse, fingers fumbling at the pearl buttons; impatiently tucking and untucking just like you had done.

Steve is eye level with your diaphragm, eyes flickering up and down after every small tweak and change, somehow never satisfied with how he placed your clothing. You itch at your neck again, and he sighs exhaustedly, immediately trailing his fingers up to unbutton the collar.

His fingertips barely brush the bare skin of your neck, knuckles grazing, but the mere second of contact has his lingering touch branding your skin with searing heat. You can’t help but laugh nervously, breath kissing the tip of his nose, and a small smirk paints the corner of his lips.

“What?” he looks up at you, and within the closeness his faltering innocence has your heart melting and stomach swimming. You shake your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. God, has he always smelled this good? Lemon and cedarwood, completely intoxicating.

“Nothing” you dismiss him with a clear of the throat, and Steve’s eyebrow twitches as he returns his focus to the hem of your skirt, fidgeting with a button that had become trapped in a loose strand.

“Fuck” he mutters, and there’s a pressure where the waistline of the skirt digs into your back as he tries to yank the button free, gently at first but Steve quickly becomes agitated.

“Here, let me do it” you ignore the blossoming fervour that twinkles in your chest like fairy lights as your fingers work over his, attempting to flick him away so you could untangle the mess he had made yourself.

“It’s okay, I think I got it” ignoring your lithe fingers that work to pry him out of the way, obscuring his vision and neither of you able to truly see what you were doing. “No, Steve, you don’t. Let me just-“

Pop. A barely audible rip, and the pearl button is rolling on the floor in the space between you. “Great, thanks for that” you scold him, bending at the knees to pick up the button just as Steve leans forward with a hand outstretched.

Bonk. Forehead against forehead, you clash hard enough to have you both lurching upwards and clutching your heads. “Fuck!” you exclaim in unison, and you’re giggling before Steve does.

Steve’s eyes are scrunched tight shut, face warped and you could tell it had hurt him more than it did you. Your shoulders bounced, inaudible laughter rattling your chest as his disposition cracked you up even more.

“Are you okay?” you asked him genuinely, pressing your palm to his hands that are laced together just above the crease in his interlocked brows. “Shit, I'm fine. I’m okay” he seethes at first, blinking open his eyes to watch your face as you dip down on your knees, pressing into the space between his legs.

“Are you sure?” you affirm, your other hand gently cupping his cheek that’s spread with smile lines. He’s so pretty. He laughs loudly, tone raising a little at the end - a tell tale sign of nerves unique to him.

Warm honey coloured eyes trace over your face - meeting your gaze, flicking down to your lips and back up again, noses merely an inch or so from touching. His skin is like fire beneath your touch, rising pulse evident below your fingertips.

He’s nodding, breathing a gentle “Yeah” barely above a whisper. Oh god, is this it? He’s leaning. Fuck shit, is he leaning forward?

Blood rushes to your ears and you’re not sure what to do, even when his hands slip from his forehead and reach forwards to frame your face.

A wisp of a kiss meets your lips, barely there and so careful. Those rising butterflies threaten to overspill and you’re tingly all over, spreading from the centre on your chest right down to the tips of your toes.

Heart hammering and head spinning, Steve retracts before you do, his eyes wide and curious. “Sorry-“ and you don’t give him the chance to even debate whether he made the wrong decision or not.

You bunched up the collar of his shirt to pull him back and pressed your lips to his again with more urgency, skating your hands back to grasp at the roots of his hair to plant him against you.

A breath of relief washes over your face and Steve holds you with one hand steadying at your ribcage, the other laced just behind your ear where his thumb can rest on your cheekbone.

Years worth of small compliments and steals of heated glances had built up to this; crushed hearts and stinging eyes seeing the other go on date after date. He was everything you knew he would be, soft and loving and nothing but gentle.

But you pull back just as his lips part, mouth chasing yours with his eyes still fluttered shut. “I’m going to be late” you whisper, and despite the hurt that this moment had to be cut short, Steve placed another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Both beaming like idiots, toothy grins and gleeful giggles, you dig through the pile of clothes to retrieve a forest green blouse and a somewhat shorter black skirt. “Better?” still you asked for his opinion, Steve blinking at you with glossy brown eyes leaning back on his palms. “Like I said, I think you always look good”.

Steve held your hand the entire car journey, a careful thumb brushing feather light along the junction between your forefinger and thumb. He encouraged you with a kind, tender smile, and waited in his car, drumming his fingers patiently against the steering wheel, until you eventually jumped back in the passenger seat with a relieved exhale.

“How did it go?” he asked, worrisome of your silence and turning in his seat to face you. You looked at him and beamed the biggest smile he’d ever seen you possess, and he mirrored your expression within seconds.

“Great,” you answered honestly, “But I'm glad that it’s over”. You reach for his wrist and Steve is already moving forward in sync with you, the only thing on your mind throughout the entire interview was the feel of his lips on yours.

“Other things on your mind?” he asks with a cheeky grin just as the tips of your noses touch, earning a roll of your eyes and a mumbled “shut up” before you’re pulling him in. His hands fumble for your hair, open mouthed and eagerly inviting compared to the small unsure kiss you had shared merely an hour previously.

This one was greedy, especially how his touch slides down your neck and trails along your jawline, hooking at your chin so he can angle you anyway he wants. If being here with him exactly like this forever was an option, you wouldn't even have to think about your answer.

His cheeks are stippled the most beautiful shade of pink, chest rising and falling rapidly, grasping at your blouse and making noises you didn’t even think he could make. Melting into you, pulling you as close as the awkward space in the car would allow.

You push him away just as his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, not even daring to go too far right in front of the school you may potentially end up employed at. He’s smiling, so goofy and full of unwavering attention, glass eyed and half lidded.

“We can… go back to my place?” your small suggestion has his eyebrows raising in gracious surprise.

And you had never seen Steve Harrington drive so fast.

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