#I know how to come back from things like 'oh i got abandoned for romantic pursuits'

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Airplane Germs

Title: Airplane Germs

Word Count: 2455

Summary: Jungkook travels from out of town via airplane to visit Yoongi and picks up a cold on his trip. 

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Yoongi

A/N: Platonic relationship (but you could definitely squint and make it romantic lol) and the sickie was chosen from this poll

Jungkook sets down his suitcase on the doormat and reaches for the doorknob, knowing it will be unlocked; but he’s careful this time, not barging in like he usually does. Instead, he very slowly opens the door, grabbing his suitcase and pulling it inside behind him as quickly as he can before shutting the door. 

A tiny ball of fluff comes barreling toward him, just a little too late to make its escape, and Jungkook chuckles as he crouches down. 

“Hello there!” He coos, scooping up the kitten and holding her to his chest. “You must be Nari. You’re a fast little one, aren’t you?” 

Nari digs her tiny claws into the front of his sweatshirt, her eyes going wide when she spots the drawstrings dangling down. She bats at one and the motion sends her sideways into Jungkook’s bicep. 

“Whoa,” he chuckles, squatting down so he can set her back on the floor. “Fast and fearless. I bet you get into all kinds of trouble around here, babygirl.”

“You have no idea,” comes a voice, and Yoongi rounds the corner with a smile on his face. “I haven’t slept a wink since I brought her home.” 

Jungkook stands up and grins, wrapping his arms around Yoongi as he leans in for a hug. “Hey!” He leans back, taking in his friend's appearance. “At least you don’t look sleep deprived,” he jokes. 

“Thanks,” Yoongi laughs. He pulls back further, holding Jungkook by the shoulders and studying his face with a frown. “You, on the other hand, look exhausted. How was the flight?”

Jungkook nods. “I’m so fucking tired. I think it’s been over twenty-four hours now since I last slept and I–” he breaks off suddenly, then tucks his face into the crook of his elbow with a sneeze that makes him bend forward at the waist like he’s bowing. When he straightens back up, he sniffles a few times. “Ugh. I think I’m coming down with a cold.” 

“Oh no,” Yoongi tuts. “Yeah, sounds like it. Come on, you can rest in my room for a bit before dinner.” 

Jungkook follows Yoongi down the hall and into the bedroom, Nari trailing close behind. He sits on the bed and cups his hands over his mouth and nose as he feels another sneeze building. Yoongi waits, watching as Jungkook blinks rapidly and then gasps loudly before sneezing three times in quick succession.

“Bless. Have you been sneezing like that all day?” 

“Just since I got off the plane,” Jungkook replies with a sniffle, his voice sounding a little congested and a little hoarse now. “I fucking hate airplane germs.”

Yoongi nods knowingly. “Yeah. I’ll go find some tissues.”

At his feet, Nari is playing with the shoelaces of his boots. He leans down to pet the kitten, who immediately abandons the shoelace and starts rubbing her face against his hand in a demand for more.

“Here you go,” Yoongi says as he comes back with a box of tissues, which Jungkook takes gratefully. “I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready, okay? And I’m taking Nari with me, or else you’re not going to be able to rest.” He scoops the kitten up and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. 

Jungkook takes a tissue and blows his nose and then lies down. As soon as his head hits the pillow, though, he feels wide awake, and he spends the next hour wiping at his running nose with tissues and fighting the growing ache behind his eyes, until finally he gives up and makes his way out to the kitchen.

Yoongi makes him a feast big enough to feed ten people, and Jungkook finds himself devouring half of it by himself. 

“That was the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” he moans, patting his stomach. “I’m so full.” 

“I really missed cooking for you,” Yoongi replies, grinning wide at the compliment. 

Jungkook looks over, feeling warm all over. “I really missed that too,” he says, and he leans closer to Yoongi, only to have to pull away a second later to sneeze. 

“Bless,”  Yoongi murmurs. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve definitely caught a cold. You should sleep in my bed tonight,” he says. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“It’s just a little cold,” Jungkook insists, even though he’s feeling worse as the night goes on. “I’m not taking your bed.” 

But Yoongi insists, and after they watch a movie on the couch together he tugs Jungkook up and guides him by the shoulders to his bedroom. “Sleep well,” he says, pulling Jungkook in for a hug before leaving to go set up his own makeshift bed on the couch.

When Jungkook wakes up the next morning, he’s so stuffed up that his nose hurts, and the space behind his eyes and his sinuses feels like they’re packed with cement. He eases himself out of bed and makes his way as quietly as he can to the bathroom, shivering as soon as his feet hit the floor, and he takes a hot shower to try to warm up and relieve some of the congestion, feeling dazed as he stands under the hot water. His chest feels tight and he coughs a few times, frowning in dismay at how much the action scrapes at his throat. 

When he’s done, he tiptoes out to the living room and sees that Yoongi is still asleep on the couch, so he goes back to the bedroom and climbs under the covers with the intention of sleeping for a bit longer. 

Suddenly, he feels something by his feet, and then there’s an uncomfortable pressure on his shins, and then oof–

“Hey!” Jungkook croaks, nearly breathless from Nari walking on his stomach. She pauses and stares up at him, giving a small mew before continuing her journey upward.

“Nari, ow. That hurts. You’re heavier than you look, and I have a cold– agh!” 

Nari settles herself on Jungkook’s chest, kneading at the shirt a few times before turning two circles and lying down. It does hurt, the pressure making it hard for Jungkook to breathe even without his cold, but as soon as Nari is settled she’s purring loudly and he doesn’t have the heart to continue his protests.

“Hey, babygirl,” he murmurs hoarsely. His chest burns when he inhales, his lungs unhappy with the added weight. He sighs and frees an arm from the blanket so he can reach up and scratch Nari on the top of her head. A cough works its way up his throat and he reluctantly lets it out, quickly cupping his hand over his mouth, and Nari tenses and digs her tiny claws into his chest when his whole body shakes from the motion.

“Nari, please,” he winces. Another small cough escapes and he clears his throat harshly in an attempt to combat the tickle in his throat. “Do you want to lie somewhere else instead, maybe?”

The tickle from his throat is slowly creeping up into his sinuses in a way that makes Jungkook shiver, so widespread and tingly that he can’t help the series of sniffles and throat clears that follow; Nari reacts accordingly, offended by the fact that he’s still making noise and still moving even though she’s made herself comfortable and is ready to settle down, and she lets out an annoyed meow.

“I know,” Jungkook rasps. He sniffs hard. Being on his back is undoing all the progress he’d made for his congestion in the hot shower. “I told you, I have a cold.” 

Now, he’s pouting a little, because even though he loves cuddling with Nari, his chest is hurting– both from the pressure of a cat squashing it and from the tiny little claw marks– and his nose is startling to itch, and his throat still has a dull ache, and his head is stuffed up and heavy. He’s glaring at Nari even though she’s just a tiny, innocent little kitten.

In short, he’s cranky, but it’s because he feels like shit. He’s allowed to be a little cranky.

Nari just stares at him for a moment before she resumes her purring, even louder this time, and slowly blinks her eyes. 

Jungkook sighs, and his nose twitches. Great. Now he feels like he has to sneeze. If a couple of coughs made Nari dig her claws into him, a sneeze will surely cause more damage and he’s not looking to get scratched up on top of being sick. 

He could call Yoongi to come get Nari off him. 

Or, he could stop himself from sneezing.

That’s how Yoongi finds him ten minutes later, mouth open and eyes streaming, nose pinched shut between his fingers as he tries desperately not to sneeze. 

“What are you doing?” Asks Yoongi softly from the doorway, and Jungkook almost, almost loses concentration, his breath hitching dangerously before he inhales sharply and clamps his mouth shut.

After several tense, agonizing seconds, Jungkook is able to open his mouth again to reply. “I’m…trying not to…to…”

Yoongi settles on the edge of the bed. “Just sneeze if you have to, Jungkookie. Don’t hurt yourself like that.” He reaches over and plucks a tissue out of the box on the nightstand, dangling in front of Jungkook’s face, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“Nari…she…” He blinks rapidly, trying to explain his dilemma but unable to get the words out as the sneeze continues to build.  

“So stubborn,” Yoongi murmurs, pulling his arm back but keeping the tissue in his hand. He reaches out with his other hand and rubs his thumb back and forth on the space between Nari’s ears. “Are you taking care of Kookie when he’s sick, pretty girl? Protecting him and comforting him with your pretty purrs? Hmm? Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Jungkook’s hand that’s not pinching his nose suddenly flies up to his face, and Yoongi looks up just in time to see his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth open with a shaky inhale before he cups his hand over his still-pinched-closed nose and sneezes.

The sneeze sounds painful, a congested, fully stifled little thing that shakes Jungkook’s entire body from the force of it. Nari’s purrs die down and she opens her eyes, but she stays in her spot, seemingly unbothered by the sound or the movement. 

“Ow,” Jungkook breathes out, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“That was really fucking stupid, you know,” Yoongi scolds. “Why did you hold it in like that?”

Jungkook is barely listening. There’s a war happening inside of his head, the battle between the pounding headache drumming at his temples and the itchy, enraged irritation in his sinuses, and it takes every last ounce of composure he has to speak.

“T-t-tissue?”

He cracks one eye open to see Yoongi holding the tissue out to him once more, and his hand darts forward to grab it. As soon as he releases his grip on his nose, another sneeze barrels out of him. The next few sneezes are loud and come straight from his throat, but then the sneezes that follow are stuffy and halted, a congested result of holding them in. It takes an obscene amount of tissues to clean up the aftermath, and when he’s done, Jungkook’s cheeks are pink and his nose is red and chapped.

Nari, still perched on his chest, blinks at him indifferently. 

“See? Doesn’t it feel better to let them out?” Yoongi tuts, looking down at his friend. He brushes a strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, and then frowns, pressing his palm to his forehead with a soft gasp. 

“You have a fever,” Yoongi realizes. “No wonder you weren’t thinking straight.” 

Jungkook pouts. “I’m fine and I’ve been thinking just fine. I was just being considerate.” He turns his pout to Nari, who only purrs louder. 

“Jungkook,” he laughs. “She’s been hearing her Uncle Taehyung’s sneezes since day one. She barely reacted just now.” 

As if to prove Yoongi right, Nari nudges her head up under Jungkook’s chin and begins to purr again. 

“I’ll go see if I have any fever reducers. Hang tight.”

He goes in search of medicine, and Jungkook reaches up to pet Nari, his arm feeling heavy and weak. When Yoongi returns, he gives Jungkook two pills and a glass of water.

Yoongi sighs. “That medicine should help, hopefully. How are you feeling? Do you think you need anything else?”

“No, this is perfect. I’m mostly just sleepy,” Jungkook responds. “And my nose is itchy.” He sniffles, his sinuses already prickling with another impending sneeze. He hears Yoongi chuckle but he’s suddenly forced to give all of his attention to the tickle in his nose, and his hands come down to grip the blanket as if they have a mind of their own. For a moment, he’s caught up in the sensation of the building sneeze, only remembering that Nari on his chest and Yoongi is a few feet away right before it hits, and he’s grateful when he feels something soft pressed into his hand.

He brings the tissue up to his nose and unleashes a series of wet, awful sneezes. The pain in his head and in his throat amplify and when he’s done, he blinks through tears of irritation to see Nari’s wide eyes staring back at him.

“Sorry, little one,” he sniffles congestedly. “I guess I’m going to be doing a lot of that.” 

Yoongi hums and reaches out to rub Jungkook’s shoulder, brows furrowed in concern. “Bless. How did you get so sick so fast, hm?” 

“Airplane germs.” 

“Well, we’re canceling all of our plans today and staying in.”

Jungkook frowns. “What? No, we can’t do that. I don’t want to ruin all of our plans.” 

Yoongi tilts his head to one side. “Jungkookie,” he says softly. “Our plans aren’t anything special. I just wanted to hang out with you and show you around the city. We can see the city anytime.”   

“But you should at least go do something fun,” Jungkook counters. “I’ll stay here and cuddle with Nari.”  

“What’s more fun than spending the entire day cuddling with both of us?”

“Both of us?”

“Yeah. You think I’m going to let Nari have you all to herself? Scoot over.” 

Jungkook blinks a few times, tears welling up in his eyes as the realization that Yoongi is offering to stay in bed and cuddle with him sinks in. “You don’t have to,” he whispers, but he hurries to move over and make room for Yoongi. 

As Yoongi wraps Jungkook up in his arms, Jungkook sighs contentedly, knowing that even though he’s not feeling his best he still gets to spend the day with his favorite person in the whole world.

#bts sickfic #bts snz #sickfic #sick bts #sick jungkook #caretaker yoongi #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #jungkook snz

[lovebugism]

u said 2 do ur worst for shy!r so…. steve and reader go to the hawkins snowball dance and a slow song comes on and its a uber romantic song (i’m talking taylor swift type romance) and steve ofc asks r to dance… she’s super shy so she keeps looking at the floor but then steve does the thing where you lift the other persons chin up so they’re looking into ur eyes… if u wanna elaborate on this :)

i changed this up a wee bit, but i hope u like it! — when steve is finally crowned prom king, all he can think about is getting a dance with his (sorta) secret girlfriend (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort, 1.2k)

Steve abandons his crown and scepter somewhere between the bleachers and the snack table. The thought of finding you is far more important than the chunks of plastic they give him. 

The cold breeze of the early evening cools his warm cheeks, flushed red from the adrenaline and the alcohol. He finds you sitting on the wooden bench outside the gymnasium, pretty and all alone. The skirt of your fairy-tale dress billows around your calves. Elbows digging into your thighs, you prop your chin on your fists and pout softly beneath the pale moonlight. 

You’re the prettiest thing Steve’s ever seen. The saddest, too, maybe.

“Been looking for you,” he says to announce his presence. The lopsided smile on his face is audible. You know it’s dancing on his pink mouth before you ever turn around to face him. 

He’s a pretty thing in a sleek tux. Boyishly handsome. Sort of like he’s playing dress-up. The thought almost makes you smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize in a mousy voice, blinking up at him with sparkly, made-up eyes when he looms over you. “It got… really loud in there…”

“Well, Tommy spiked the punch, so… It was kinda inevitable,” Steve jokes with a lazy shrug, even though he isn’t really joking. 

He watched the idiot steal his dad’s best liquor from the high-up cabinet two hours ago. The Hawkins High class of ’85 got drunk on it in record time. The school pulses with life accordingly. The brick behind you threatens to shake with it.

Your nose scrunches. “Is that why it tasted like gasoline?”

“Probably,” Steve grins.

He huffs and sits at the spare spot next to you. The old bench creaks in protest. He takes his first good breath all night when he’s finally alone with you. The fresh air and your perfume fill his lungs, smoother than silk. There’s a subtle euphoria and a distant nostalgia between it all. 

He’s spent years chasing this feeling. He thought maybe being crowned prom king would solve all his problems. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. ‘Cause you did.

“You coming back inside?”

Your lips purse to the side of your mouth as you ponder the question. “I don’t know… Probably not.”

Steve’s freshly shaven face swirls with visible confusion. He loves a party — especially when he’s the life of it — so it’s hard for him to comprehend how other people don’t. Even though he knows, more than anyone else, that you’re made of something much more delicate than that.

“Why not?”

“Prom’s not really my scene, Steve,” you answer with a scoffed-out laugh.

He flashes you a crooked smile in return, painted silver in the moonlight. His cologne swaddles you in its musk when he leans over to nudge your shoulder. “You promised me a dance, remember?”

Your soft features harden into a frown. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, c’mon! You know you wanna dance with me,” he protests through a poorly bitten-back laugh.

“Why?” you press, meeting his beam with a lighthearted scowl. “So all your friends can laugh at me?”

“Screw ‘em! They’re assholes— who cares?”

“I care. ‘Cause you’re not the one they’re laughing at, King Steve.”

You spit the stupid nickname with playful venom in your tone, but Steve can’t help but smile at it, anyway. He’s a week away from graduating, halfway employed, and Hawkins High’s reigning prom king. It’s all slightly maddening — especially now that he’s got you.

He wonders if you applauded when he won that stupid crown. If you laughed at him about it, or if you were strangely proud. He’ll ask you about it later. After he gets that dance.

“Let ‘em laugh,” he shrugs.

You shake your head, averting your gaze with a sad smile. You wish it were that easy. 

“You don’t know what it’s like,” you tell him as the heavy bass inside the school starts to slow. Through the high-up frosted windows, you hear Girls on Film fade into Never Tear Us Apart. 

“Sorry for wanting to dance with my girlfriend,” he teases to ease the tension. It comes out more serious than he intended, though, ‘cause he is sort of sorry. Nothing about your two worlds exactly meshes — yet here he is, still hopelessly trying to tangle them together.

You know this, so you sigh. “Sorry for not being prom queen,” you joke back, only partly serious. You blink at him with a pair of twinkling eyes — slightly smudged with mascara. The sparkles of your eyeshadow glint when they catch the moonlight. 

“Don’t want you to be prom queen,” Steve confesses softly, smiling at you somehow softer. “I like you the way you are right now.”

You get a warm, tingly feeling in your stomach. It wells up your chest and into your throat until you feel like you might cry. 

You roll your eyes at him when they start to burn, laughing softly to distract from the overwhelming feeling. Your gaze flits to the velvet night sky, speckled with twinkling stars, until you get the courage to look back at the boy beside you. His face glitters with something hopeful. 

You swallow hard and ask, “You still want that dance or what?”

Steve glows with a boyish excitement. “Yeah! Are you kidding? Of course, I do.”

“Out here, though,” you tell him when he rises from the bench.

He smiles at the stern look in your delicate eyes. “Why? You ashamed of me or somthin’?” he jokes, as if he wasn’t named just prom king.

You stand before him with your arms crossed over the pretty corset of your dress. You bite back a smile. “I just wanna spend time with my boyfriend without it being on the cover of The Weekly Streak tomorrow,” you confess.

“Fair enough,” Steve nods, smoothing his wide hands over your sides. 

Yours are much less confident. They tremble with a misplaced worry as they spread over his shoulders. Your fingers fidget on the satin lapels of his expensive suit. His longer ones guide you back and forth, swaying you gently to the slow beat of the muffled song.

—Don’t ask me, what you know is true…

Don’t have to tell you, I love your precious heart—

You get lost in it all before you mean to. The warmth of having him so close, swaddled in his big hands and deep cologne. 

His honeyed gaze hasn’t yet wavered from you, but you don’t have the heart to meet it. He’s looking at you like he loves you. Like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Like you’re the fucking prom queen. 

You don’t feel particularly deserving of any of it.

“Are you still having fun?” you ask with a scrunched nose, visibly riddled with feelings of inadequacy. You still haven’t quite figured out why he’d rather be out here with you than inside with everyone else — with Vicki Carmichael, the actual prom queen.

“Loads,” Steve answers without missing a beat. His hands squeeze reassuringly at your hips as he flashes you a crooked grin. “It’s not even a question, honestly. I’d choose you over those schmucks in there any day of the week.”

He nods his slicked-back hair to the pulsing brick a few feet away. A few gelled chestnut strands drape over his forehead. You fight the urge to push them back.

“Really?” you squeak with your pretty face, all dolled up, twisted with an innocent look of confusion.

You have no idea how beautiful you are, Steve thinks to himself.

“Yeah,” he nods, grinning wide and wearing all his adoration on his chiseled, golden face. He could hide it if he tried. “Tommy Hagan isn’t nearly as pretty to look at.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

[wolfiesmoon]

What a fate

Ran x good girl! reader

this is a part 2 to my fic "i can't sleep", dont worry i'm feeding ur families they will no longer starve. apparently people are really into ran considering how many notes that fic of mine got (and who can blame them honestly)

unrelated but i cant believe it took me this long to get into housewife radio by ghost i love the horror vibes because of course i do

You've had a turbulent few days recently. Ever since you agreed to do that stupid dare Ran hasn't left you alone.

He did promise to do so but you didn't think he was actually serious about "making you his". How could you let this happen?

Things turned out completely opposite to what you expected, though. Instead of dragging you to his gang meeting to beat the crap out of you, he's taking you there to threaten his lackeys that if they even so much as lay a finger on his girl (you), they'd feel hell on earth.

You suppose that it's nice that he wants to protect you but you feel extremely out of place and uncomfortable at a gang meeting of all places.

Your parents think you're studying at a library right now. Somehow, you feel like you're commiting a crime.

You also met his brother at that meeting.

It seems being a good-for-nothing delinquent runs in their family. You feel sorry for their parents. If they even have them.

"Wow, I would've never thought the nerd would be your type." Rindou teased Ran. Actually, maybe it was both of you he was teasing.

"She's the one that kissed me first." Ran smirked at you.

"You're the worst. Both of you." you furrowed your brows, not finding either of them amusing in the slightest.

"Your girlfriend hates you, man. Personally I would not put up with that." Rindou seemed disinterested, checking his nails as he said that.

"I am not his girlfriend, either!" you defended yourself but Ran just looked at you like he pitied you and Rindou looked like he didn't believe you.

"Right, okay, if you say so. You two have your lover's quarrel on your own. I'm going elsewhere." Rindou just casually left, leaving you all alone with Ran in an abandoned storage unit. Oh boy.

"Umm, I should get going- ack!" you felt your wrist getting grabbed, preventing you from leaving. There's your only exit up in smoke.

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even had our fun yet." Ran smiled at you and you honestly felt scared at that moment. Oh no, you shouldn't have yelled back at him so daringly just now. Now he's going to beat the crap out of you and drop you off in front of your parents doorstep as a warning to never mess with his gang again.

He leaned in closer and you braced yourself for the pain, but instead of that you felt his lips on yours.

Kissing...?! Again?! Well, atleast it's better than a punch to the face... You can't believe it's come to a point where you're glad to get kissed by Ran.

But still, does he have to kiss you in the least romantic place possible? Even if you did have feelings for him you'd totally find this moment cringy.

"You suck at kissing." He comments heartily, pulling away.

"I'm not the one who kisses a new girl every day. Maybe I actually have some self-respect." You crossed your arms. He was your first kiss after all.

"Every night is an exaggeration. It's like, every week." You couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, even if you saw his expression.

"Oh, wow. Glad to know that I'll get cheated on in about 3 days. Way to make your 'girlfriend' hate you less."

"I'll stop for you." He smiled.

"Uh huh, whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Though, his kisses are actually kind of making you.... No, no! Don't fall for that! You can't believe you almost admitted that you'd fall for him if he kissed you more.

.

"How's it going with your new boyfriend, girl?"

"God, do not call him that." You held your forehead in frustration.

"I think he's taken a liking to you." Your friend nudged you, pointing at Ran who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria and smiling at you as he ate.

"Great." You said sarcastically, immediately looking away when your eyes met.

"See? It ended up well. Now you have a hot bad boy boyfriend." Your friend kinda wished she'd done it instead of daring you.

"Didn't I just... ugh! I don't think my parents would agree with you." You placed your forehead on the table, groaning. "You date him if you want a bad boy so bad. But I hate you for dragging me into this." Your voice was slightly muffled.

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll be the happiest couple ever in like, two months."

You raised your head, looking back at Ran once again. You're in quite the pickle, aren't you? The next thing you know, you'll fall for Haitani Ran.

How scarily exciting.

.

"Hop on." Ran stopped on his bike in front of the library. How he knew you had a study session there today? Don't worry about the details.

Another motorcycle ride... You feel like you barely survived the last one.

"My parents expect me to be home in 10 minutes." You crossed your arms. You weren't lying, either.

"Who cares? Live a little." Ran rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly he isn't going to let you back down.

"I'll do it, but only if you keep it to ten minutes." He was right, backing down isn't your thing. You wonder how much resisting him you could get away with if you weren't special to him.

Special to him... huh.

"Killjoy." He insulted you lightly as you sat down in front of him. Again, neither of you are wearing a helmet. This is the last time you'll let it slide.

"I prefer to not get scolded endlessly." You held onto him tightly because you knew what was coming and didn't want to almost fall off the bike again. He felt proud when you held onto him like that.

Like you're finally his. To be honest, he didn't really care much for you until you kissed him out of nowhere like that. How bold of you, the top-of-the-class rule stickler. But he likes that. And that's why he decided to make you his.

Isn't the fact that he lets you ride on his motorcycle enough to see that?

You felt the wind blowing against your face as you set off. Now that you feel it again, it doesnt feel too bad. It's kind of nice, actually. And Ran is warm, too.

The scenery moves past the two of you and strangely, you feel really calm and at peace. It feels like your parents don't exist in this moment and that you can just... live, and feel the adrenaline of the high speed.

This is so scarily exciting.

"You look relaxed." He said, looking down at you.

"I am. And look at the road, will you?" You scolded him but your voice was still relaxed. You look up at him again.

He actually isn't that bad looking. You kind of understand why some girls would fall for him. You, on the other hand...

Are unfortunately befalling the same fate.

He didn't say anything but you had a feeling he knew you were staring.

"You look like you're in love."

"What?! How would you even know?!" You looked back at the road, hiding your face from him. You can't help but get defensive of such a thing.

God, you hate that he's right.

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[daylite-writes]

Traitor readers always hit different! How about traitor reader with all of the harbingers (but I got a special bias for Pierro) 😫. Like betraying one is bad enough betraying and hurting all? Oh boy

Oooh I like this! I am gonna split it up into separate little instances of what I think they’d be like though for my sanity. I may expand to a few other full traitor fics (esp the Pierro one I really popped off on that damn) later on if I get ideas!

Certain characters take it MUCH better than others, varying from a scale of “Oh that’s Lowkey Hot” to “DIE”.

cw: yandere (?) behaviors, murder, manipulation, imprisonment, forced marriage, forced experimentation

~~~ Harbingers reacts to Traitor!Reader (ordered best to worst ~~~

Childe definitely takes it the best. In fact, this is honestly preferable for him. He’ll let you escape back to your leaders after you find out, giving you a head start before chasing you across Teyvat. The adrenaline is the hot part. He can’t get enough. He’s so easily bored. Come on baby, run a little faster. Make it fun. And after he follows you to your master’s base of operations, he’ll slaughter them and offer you an official place within the fatui’s ranks. Under him, of course! He won, after all, and the winner takes all.

Pantalone doesn’t see this as the worst thing. He’s very familiar with traitors, spies, and secrets. Though how you got around him for so long is a mystery. Once he finds out he’ll just be so sweet. Come on, treasure, just tell him everything and he’ll protect you. No? Oh well. A pretty enough price—or a favor from his more violently inclined coworkers—will have them abandoning you forcefully or not. Then he can scoop you up and… convince you to come home with him. It’s just more leverage to have over you, and it’s perfect for a man with control issues.

Pulcinella just… drops you. He has a nation to run, and his proximity to important information is too valuable. Unlike many of his colleagues he is not willing to bend the rules for feelings. He’s old, and he knows whatever feelings he feels towards you (platonic, romantic, familial, whatever) will pass with time. He reports this information to the proper place, and trusts the people he commands to take care of you properly. It hurts, but most things do at first.

Signora really thought you loved her. She hasn’t felt passion in centuries, and now as soon as her frozen heart thaws it’s revealed you're a traitor? Her heart can hardly take it. It hurts so much. Leave. Go now before she changes her mind and kills you. She cannot bear to have another lover dead in her arms. So take this chance and go, if you don’t, ice will encase her heart and she will slaughter you.

Columbina goes the kidnapping route essentially immediately. You can’t be a spy if you can’t report back to your masters! She’s very gentle though, running her fingers through your hair, humming happily, showering you with beautiful outfits and clothes. Even if you’re paralyzed from her haunting melodies, and feathers and eyes unfurl from the corners of your vision. Like a bird in a cage. It’s really your fault for catching the attention of someone so insane and powerful.

Arlecchino reacts similarly to Capitano, she is very proficient at breaking people down, ruining them, and turning them into what she thinks you ought to be. How dare you? This is a betrayal she will have to remedy. Loyalty is necessary. She’s crueler than him about it. Less patient. You will not be coming out of this unscarred. It’s better to just give in quickly, convincing her you learned your lesson, that you’d never betray her again. Reguardless of what you do though, several house of hearth members will be stalking you whenever you’re away from her, so don’t even bother trying to get back to your masters. It will not end well.

Pierro. Oh Pierro. You’ve never seen the man so sad. For a second, he looks almost pathetic. That is, before he motions for his men to drag you down to whatever dungeons are within the palace. He doesn’t visit you for weeks, but as soon as you start to think he’s never going to look at you again, he’s there, outside your freezing cell. The sadness so heavy in this man is wiped away by fury. He, personally, drags you from your cell. You can’t even walk as he pulls you along, stumbling every time you try to get your footing. He drags you for what seems like forever, ignoring you. Eventually, you’re in the Tsaritsa’s cathedral, with the ice goddess herself standing where the priest was. She smiled at you, and fear floods your body as he forces you down the aisle. He mutters something about how lucky you are. How many strings he had to pull with his god to allow this. You’re married there, ice freezing your ankles as you stand where a bride would, heart heavy in your throat. You know then that the only option is to say “I do”.

Scaramouche does not and will never take this well. Another betrayal? Typical of humans. He will go into a rage when he faces you, and chances of you escaping that rage in one piece is slim to nothing. If you don’t, ice floods his veins as he curls around your body, just asking why why why. If you do, he’ll drag you to the infirmary, force some poor healer to fix you, and then toss you in the dungeon similar to Pierro. He won’t visit you, thinking that this is a proper punishment. You abandon him? He’ll abandon you. He’ll come around sometimes though to yell at you or sob on your lap. Other than that, expect a life of imprisonment with mild favoritism and some physical scars.

Sandrone doesn’t take it well at first. When faced with your crimes, she immediately lashes out, destroying several of her newest machines and scarring you physically. After she calms down, though, she’ll calmly figure out everything that you leaked, who you leaked it to, and begin to work while you stay in a cell in her lab. She comes back to you a few days later, in which you’ve been completely abandoned, with some sort of mechanical collar and a tracking chip. Oh calm down, she’ll say as she rolls her eyes. The surgery is quick, but done without any anesthesia. The collar records everything and will shock and paralyze you upon exiting her laboratory. The chip is for tracking, but it can also release poison into your bloodstream. There! She was being so nice, not turning you into a machine. Say thank you, it might make her more likely to feed you.

Dottore has a breakdown almost immediately upon hearing this. He’d cackle, pacing in front of you, rambling on about how bold you were to try this shit with the cruelest of the Harbingers. Really? Playing with his heart is probably the worst mistake a person could ever make. He’s never been too enamored with human bodies, but monsters? Abyssal creatures? He finds them so beautiful, and he’s been needing a new subject. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt! Just be quiet and let him make you into the ideal version of yourself. He’d never dare do this to you if you weren’t a traitor, he loved you, but all bets are off as soon as you sabotaged his work and smuggled information. And the worst part? You’d still be his lover. Forever bound. Just more monstrous than before.

~~~

Lowkey I can’t believe I wrote for all of them. I didn’t think I do them all but then I had IDEAS. Which is somewhat uncommon for me. Everyone clap!

#genshin yandere #Yandere Genshin x reader #yandere harbingers #yandere dottore #yandere childe #yandere sandrone #yandere pierro #yandere pantalone #yandere Signora #yandere scaramouche #yandere arlecchino #yandere Pucinella #technically? I mean he’s here #yandere columbina #i think that’s everyone #asks #requests #genshin fanfic

[citruslullabies]

That last DogDay x reader fic was too cute (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Would you pretty please do DD with a reader who jumps on CatNap's back to protect him only to be knocked over, and that's when DD finally finds the courage to fight his former best friend? I would appreciate some fluff afterwards 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you!

Btw, your blog's aesthetic is so pretty :3c 🩷

Coming right up!! And awh, thank you! That's so sweet<333

Trigger warnings: blood, descriptions of violence

Requested by: anonymous 🩷

Romantic/platonic?: neutral (not specified)

Category: angst ending with fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 620

You Saved Me, So I’ll Save You

Finding a friend with so many foes was a rare thing for your situation, but you were lucky enough to have found Dogday. The canine, despite its lack of legs, was loyal and forever in your debt for your kindness. You were his angel, his savior. That's why he never wanted you to get hurt.

But catnap ambushed you two, leaving you to try and defend two smaller beings against one large one with a bigger advantage. He watched in horror as Catnap approached him with eyes so dark and cruel, knowing that his former best friend would be the one to take his life.. or so he had thought. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a loud cat-like scream echo the abandoned building, looking up to see you on his back while he was trying to get you off like some bull-riding competition.

“Dogday! Quick, get his legs or ankles or just, something-!” You called out desperately, feeling the large cats spine dig into your stomach and chest as you dug your feet into its ribs to try and balance yourself to stay on. Dogday tried to run with his old re-stitched back on legs, but found himself in a predicament.. he couldn't hurt Catnap. He couldn't bring himself to do so, the idea alone made him feel nauseated.

But that feeling quickly disappeared when he saw you fall and hit your head roughly against the ground, causing you to lose consciousness. His eyes widened as he panicked. “ANGEL!” he yelled out as he quickly dove to get to you, lifting your still breathing body up to his as he caressed your head.

“Angel? Angel wake up!” He said, panicking. His eyes only left from your face when he heard the crooning of a feline behind him, as if it was cackling as it moved at your despair. His body acted before his brain did, growling and quickly charging at the monster In front of him. That thing wasn't Catnap, it was a monster. Catnap had died in the hour of joy, a monster being housed inside of his former friend's body instead.

You gained consciousness with blurry vision, feeling bandages being wrapped around your head in various ways as if Dogday didn't know how to properly bandage your wound. He got it to stop bleeding so heavily, but he wanted to cover it quickly. You spoke up hoarsely. “Dogday..?” You asked in a weak wheeze, causing his ears to practically shoot up in relief. He immediately hugged you close and tight. “Oh god.. Angel, I.. I was so worried I thought.. I thought I lost you for a moment!” He said through whimpers and whines.

His fur was matted with blood, specifically around his mouth and paws. But he didn't care about that right now as he snuggled his head against you and held you dearly. You blinked slowly as you remembered what had happened.. before mustering your strength to sit up and hold Dogday close, cradling his head against your chest. You sighed and rubbed his back, smiling warmly at him. “Hey.. hey.. it's okay. I'm okay, see? I'm right here.”

Despite your reassurances, the dog continued to pathetically whine and nuzzle against you as tears fell from his eyes. “I'm so glad you're alive, I don't know what would've happened if I lost you. I don't want to imagine a world without you in it, Angel.” He said softly through sniffles. You carefully scratched behind his ear and felt him relax in your warm touch, your weak eyes filled with relief and adoration as you comforted him with a warm smile.

“I don't want to imagine a world without you in it either, sunshine..”

Thank you for the request!

#smiling critters #dogday x y/n #dogday #dogday x reader #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime

[mageofseven]

How about a reader that was pregnant when they were chosen as an exchange student ? Like the baby's father is not in the picture and reader *isn't* involved with boys romantically and when the boys discover readers pregnant after lesson 16 they're just "oh Shi-"

This is an old ask from before my long ass hiatus, but I'm honestly still really interested in this.

Okay so here's some set up info for how Imma do this:

MC knew she was pregnant, but was so overwhelmed about it that she welcomed the fact that she was magically kidnapped into going to demon school and that she had something to distract herself from the literal growing problem in her uterus.

The baby was also transfered to the new body after what Belphie did to her.

Like it was requested, MC is not currently dating any of the Boys.

They found out because they had her get checked by a doctor despite Barbatos making sure she was okay with his time power; this was mostly done out of over-protectiveness and no one actually thought anything would come of it.

I don't do reader posts so obviously this will be MC.

Now that that's out of the way, let's give this a go!

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Lucifer:

Is visibly shocked by this and has MC explain herself.

When he hears how her boyfriend knocked her up and abandoned her not long before she was brought to the Devildom, the pride demon makes a mental note to ask her for the man's name at another time so he can handle that little pest.

Feels terrible guilty about what she went through and even worse that she went through it while pregnant.

I see Lucifer as this heavily anxious man with a soft spot for kids and that includes babies that are works-in-progress (WIP).

Hovers around her constantly after that, making sure she taking every vitamin and supplement she and her child needs.

Just becomes super protective of her while also trying to pretend he's not.

Eventually takes her off of cooking duty so she'll have one less thing to worry about.

Despite not being the father or having such a relationship with her, he takes full responsibility for all aspects of this from teleporting her here while pregnant to Belphie offing both her and her child in her last body.

Doesn't go as far as to call himself this child's father, but anyone who saw this man hovering over her would definitely think he was.

Like always, Lucifer just wants to take care of his family and now sees MC and her child as such.

Mammon:

Literally freaks out while trying to pretend he isn't.

To him, her being pregnant just made this whole situation 1000000x worse.

Feels bad that he didn't know about her kid.

Like, he's the brother whose been by her side the most and he never even noticed anything was off with her.

He's not the most observant man so I'm not surprised.

He's her First! She should have just told him, or so he tells her.

Keeps an extra close eye on her to keep this crazy freaking human from doing anything bad for herself or her kid

And let's face it, she literally got herself killed not long ago so anything can happen.

The further her pregnancy gets, the more this man tries to keep his brothers away from her.

He just extra possessive as time goes on.

I mean yeah, this kid ain't his but he wishes it was so freaking much but he's still gonna look after the two of them.

Honestly, this man wouldn't be able to handle a single other bad thing happening to his Human.

Leviathan:

Ohmanohmanohman--

Is really freaking out and doesn't even try to hide it.

I mean this is serious!

Not only did MC die but so did her WIP kid????

I mean yeah, they are both back but this all still sucks.

You know the phrase 'kicking a person while they're down'? Well this is like using a freaking flamethrower while the human was already down!

Honestly becomes super awkward with his Henry after learning about her pregnancy

But slowly gets used to it as he discovers that MC just wants him to treat her as he always has.

Yeah! He can do that!...kinda.

He feels bad that he can't help her through most of it.

This man knows absolutely nothing about pregnancy and feels like he is mediocre at comforting people at best.

Still, if she ever needs someone to distract her with anime so she doesn't have to think of the little WIP in her uterus then Levi is her man.

Satan:

Honestly...this man is less than thrilled.

MC is the first person he's ever truly gotten close to and that includes his 'brothers'

So to hear that the person he cares about most is pregnant...

Well on the plus side, he knows there's a human man in the other realm for him to torture so that makes him feel better.

Doesn't like kids, but is at MC's side as much as possible.

One of the brothers willing to hold her hair back during bouts of morning sickness.

Not one to hover, but does get a little protective when Belphie is in the same room as her.

Knows the Avatar of Sloth won't hurt her anymore but...well, he still can't get the image of MC's dead body out of his head

And angy boy is still angy at him for it.

Other than that, he reads a shit ton of pregnancy books to learn what MC's body is going through and different methods to comfort her through it.

Asmodeus:

Honestly, this usually chatty brother was speechless when it was announced.

When he saw all eyes fall on the human and make her overwhelmed, he ran to his friend and hugged her tightly.

Was the one to hype up the other guys and get everyone to say they'll take care of her and that they have her back

Because honestly, this woman and her child literally died for his family; you can bet your ass he's going to make sure each and every one of his brothers does their part in taking care of the pregnant human.

Doesn't immediately think about killing the runaway baby daddy, but if it becomes a family field trip to hunt the bastard and kill him, Asmo is so down for it.

Mostly focuses on what he can do for MC in the moment though.

Another brother to comfort her during morning sickness.

It's gross af but he uses it to remind his brothers that hey! I'm getting close to a vomiting woman each morning so y'all better be as dedicated to the cause as I am.

Beelzebub:

This man literally did nothing wrong, but acts as if it's all his fault.

So much happened in his family right under his nose and things led to such extremes that his twin literally killed this woman and her child.

More or less feels like he needs to step up and pay atonement for what his twin did

And is probably the brother who takes care of her the most.

This situation has shown how much he actually wants to be a parent one day

And literally asks MC later in her pregnancy if he can be her baby's daddy

He doesn't care about genetics at all, just wants MC to let him help her raise the child and make him a daddy 🥺

Literally the sweetest man to ever exist.

MC would be a fool not to accept.

Belphegor:

Probably the guiltiest of all of the men.

I mean, he did it. He killed MC and relished in it.

Granted, he didn't know she was carrying a little hitchhiker, but still.

Belphie lost himself in his pain to such a strong degree that...he wonders that even if he did know...would he have been able to stop himself from doing what he did

And honestly, the fact that he doesn't know scares the hell out of him.

Avoids MC for the first couple months of her pregnancy because honestly, he feels too guilty to even look at her

And... honestly, he doesn't know if he even trusts himself around her.

Thanks to Beel's encouragement, the sloth demon slowly finds himself interacting with the pregnant human

And eventually decides that the best way to atone for what he did (if it's even possible) is to take care of her and the kid the best he can.

He doesn't like kids and just sees pregnancy as unnecessary torture for people with uteruses

But honestly, none of that matters anymore.

He may not have been the one to knock the woman up, but he did fuck up the worst out of everyone in this situation.

Will feel better whenever the family hunting party starts and he can give that pathetic man a taste of what he deserves.

Looks like it's Human Season for this hunting demon.

Diavolo:

Also a man with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Other than the actual process of making the baby, everything that happened was either because of something he directly or indirectly did to start up the exchange program.

Also regrets not having regular check ups on his exchange students because surely they all would have discovered this sooner and prevented anything from happening to the pregnant woman.

Has regular doctor visits scheduled for MC to make sure she and her baby stay healthy and pays for all of it, including any medications she may need during this progress.

Pregnancy can be really fucking expensive, but the prince makes sure she never has to worry about that side of things.

Just focus on staying healthy and letting your baby grow, MC; he and the other men will handle everything else.

Barbatos:

Knew before everyone else did.

I mean, this man literally had to make sure the baby transfered over too.

This man is seriously a hero that doesn't get the credit he deserves nor does he seek such.

MC and her baby are safe now and that's all that matters to the butler.

Honestly frets over the woman on the inside, but shows no sign of it externally.

Is the man that takes her to all her doctors appointments and was there when she discovered the gender of her baby.

Congratulated her as she sobbed happy tears and was honestly grateful that he could share such a moment with her.

Honestly becomed really attached to MC during her pregnancy and looks forward to watching her child grow up.

Solomon:

Honestly, his intuition had been tingling for a while on this subject.

He suspected this pregnancy, but figured it was none of his business and didn't want to pry into the fellow human's personal life.

If he would have known such an event would happen with Belphie though, he would have stepped in and got answers.

He didn't though. The sorcerer had no clue how events were going to unfold.

Hindsight is telling him that he should have pryed more, but his manners told him it was right to respect the woman's privacy.

Doesn't do too much in regards to taking care of his friend since the demons seem to have it all covered and even seem to somewhat resent the sorcerer when he tries.

Believe it's better not to step on any toes, so to speak.

Is still a good friend to MC though and always offers an ear if they need to vent about the process with someone.

Simeon:

This all happened before the pregnancy had progressed enough for him to sense the baby.

He did however sense...something within the human since he met her, but didn't understand what.

Hindsight is really hurting this poor angel's heart 😔

Become the woman's biggest support in an emotional sense.

Pregnancy is hard and hormones flare and everything can seem so stressful, especially to a scared single mom.

This man is often the one comforting her when she breaks down into tears, even when it's over small stuff like someone ate the last cookie or she lost her pen.

He makes sure MC knows how strong she is and that she will make it through this this difficult time.

Luke:

Demons!!! Back away from the pregnant woman or this chihuahua will bite.

Okay, not really, but the brothers make this joke a lot.

Luke is very protective of MC in this situation.

Since he is just a child, he wasn't told what happened between her and Belphie in complete detail.

Really just thinks the stupid demon hurt her feelings and the angelic boy will not allow it to happen again!

Grows increasingly curious as MC's belly grows; angels don't have kids in this way so this boy has a lot of questions about what's happening to her body.

The fact that there's an actual baby just chilling and growing in her belly boggles this boy's mind.

Is honestly excited for MC's baby and feels like he about to be come a big brother!

This boy is determined to do his part and take care of her just like the adults do.

Mostly just keeps her company and bakes for her when her cravings give her a sweet tooth.

Little Lukey keeps her spirits up and MC loves him for it.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me undateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

[veras1ne]

♟️ 🍒 WITH ANI PLZZ

“Insubordinate.”

Hi angel! Sorry I took so long on this request, took a short mental break hiatus because I’ve had a lot on my schedule and it’s caused me to force a break on myself but I’m back and I’m here with your request :)<3🦢

Special thank you to @anisbaby for giving me silly little notes on this and basically being my beta reader LOL

Find my prompt lists here! They are divided into smutfic prompts and fluffy prompts!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary 🕊️: Dealing with jealousy was not a strong suit of Anakin’s, and seeing you with another man very close to him was certainly a recipe for a hot disaster, but in the end I think you’ll find it was more of a beautiful disaster.

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🪷: Your media consumption is NOT my responsibility, these are your warnings for the following: Jealous sex, semi-public, forbidden relationships, squirting, cum eating, PIV, cunnalingus/eating pussy.

🫧Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/AFAB!Reader

Your laughter pierced through the garden of the Jedi temple. While working there, you became familiar with many of the masters and padawans alike, enough to even form a relationship with their most prized knight, General Skywalker. He often visited your quarters, and you would spend long hours in his company chatting about anything and everything, sharing stories of the war as it unfolded.

What blossomed as a small friendship bloomed into watching the sunrise and taking warm showers holding one another. It was love at first sight. You just couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.Your thoughts were constantly clouded by the feeling of his lips on yours and the heat in your chest when your eyes would meet.

One thing you knew about Anakin was how he felt about competition, and more specifically, jealousy.

Although he knew that there was no other person or creature in the system that could compare to the love that you felt for him, his heart twinged whenever he saw you with another, smiling and laughing in the way that only he made you feel happy. In his mind, he should be the only one to make you feel the butterflies he puts in your stomach and the way your lips fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces.

Even with others he knew very well, like Master Kenobi, his mind couldn’t help but wander as he caught the two of you conversing in the gardens as you were working on planting a new flowerbed.

Your giggles took him back to reality as you looked at Obi-Wan, smiling as he was telling you about something Master Yoda had said earlier that day. "Master Yoda always finds a way to amuse me, but enough about him. I hope the Sun has not been too harsh on you today, yes? I take it you and my padawan have quite the relationship; I always catch the pair of you chatting about,” He playfully suggested it, giving you a sly smile. You turned your head, setting down the shovel, and smiled. "Master Kenobi, you know Anakin and I are just friends. I’ve been working at this temple so long that he’s practically a brother to me." You dusted your hands on your apron, wiping the dirt and clay off and onto your clothes, and moved to the next spot you had dug out before Master Kenobi got your attention.

Anakin’s face fell slightly when you said that, ignoring that Jedi were not supposed to have romantic feelings for others in the first place. "Ah, of course. Well, I must attend my class in order to train the younglings. Hopefully they haven’t been causing any havoc in the gardens recently." He waved his hand dismissively at the following conversation, quickly moving on. "Of course not; have a good session, Master." You smiled and waved goodbye, turning your attention to the abandoned flowers, not realizing the footsteps coming from behind you.

You turned to greet the presence and froze. Anakin’s face was flushed with jealousy and, ultimately, rage. Normally he would put situations like these behind him, but there it was, his deep blue eyes burning holes into you. “Oh, please, don’t let me disturb you. I wouldn’t want my friendly presence to cause you trouble." His words spat like heat from a fire, scorching your skin and causing you to scoff. “Ani, you know it isn’t like that at all; I just didn’t know what to tell him. I don’t want to mess anything up for you." Your voice lowered to barely above a whisper, knowing he couldn’t hear you despite being right beside you. “Please, Anakin, let’s just leave it alone; you know I would never do that to you." You pleaded softly, trying your hardest to keep yourself together.

Anakin shook his head and smiled. "You can call me your friend all you want, but I didn’t think that being just friends meant that I fuck the shit out of you every night and make you scream my name." His hand drifted to your waist, pulling you in to whisper in your ear, "You know that Master Kenobi couldn’t fuck your pussy as good as I can." The words sent chills down your spine as he ran his teeth along your neck and bit the lobe gently.

Your mouth hung open as if you were shocked by his boldness. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest, sending goosebumps down your arms and causing your entire body to heat up and send fireworks through your fingertips. His grip tightened ever so slightly on the flesh below as he trailed kisses across your cheek.

His breath ghosted against your lips, sending shivers up and down your spine. "Anyone could catch us here, and yet you still want me so bad, don’t you?" You whined as he kissed you, needing to feel his naked skin on yours. Anakin, please. Don’t play these games with me." His hand slipped beneath your apron, caressing over your hips, fingers grazing against your pants, teasing your sensitive nerves.

Your knees nearly buckled under you, and you whimpered against his mouth. His tongue danced around yours and teased you with light strokes.

All you could feel was his hot body, his touch, his scent, and his taste. He lifted your body to rest on his hips, capturing your lips in a kiss and backing into a door, jiggling the doorknob, and walking into the nearest empty room. "You look so divine when you’re out working. Even if you’re all sweaty and dirty, a little grime never hurts anyone." You jeered at his comment, making a face of disgust: "Maker, Anakin, you’re gross." He smiled at you as he set you on the table in front of you, saying, "I don’t think you’ll be saying that after I eat out this pussy. I want to see you cream all on my face, baby." Your breathing grew heavy as lust filled his gaze as he stripped you from your heavy apron and made short work of your dark pants and underwear.

His hands gripped your hips possessively as his thumb traced your folds while his mouth worked to suckle you, earning a loud moan.

The need for his touch had taken control, driving you crazy, and you pushed his head closer to your chest. The feel of his warm tongue swirling over your clit caused you to arch back and thrust your hips forward involuntarily.

Your hands gripped the sides of his head, pushing further towards the center as you moaned louder and louder each time he licked harder, the slurping of your juices causing you to be taken aback in pleasure as he arched you towards your release. Your nose scrunched as you tugged on his hair, eliciting a moan out of his mouth as he pinned down your thighs, causing you to stop squirming as they shook. He was relentless in his attack, and you could feel your orgasm rippling through.

His teeth lightly grazed your entrance as he slowly sank his tongue back inside you, licking away your cum and juices as you gasped in pure ecstasy. He continued for a few minutes, sucking and playing with your clit until he stopped, kissing the inside of your thighs and coming up from your pussy, his chin glistening from your cum and liquids.

After his tongue had left you and you were able to catch your breath, you reached your arms up to cup his jaw as you gazed into his eyes. "Thank you, baby." Anakin smirked before removing his robes and belt, "You know nobody else could ever fuck you like I can." His voice was snarky and vile, his dark blue eyes staring at you almost as if he had something to prove as he pulled out his cock and positioned himself at your entrance, sliding into you slowly with a soft groan. Shortly, you were moaning underneath his thrusts and begging for more of his touches.

Once again, he placed his lips on yours as he picked up the pace and moved his hips faster, creating sparks between your bodies that made you squirm on the table. "Thank you so fucking much—thank you, Ani." You moaned out in a whine as he tweaked with your nipple, eliciting a shock through your body, which translated to pleasure. You clutched onto his shoulders as he continued to move faster, your legs shaking beneath him. You came in a rush as his thrusts hit your sweet spot, as well as a few spasms in his cock as he chased his own high.

You cried out once more as he continued to move his hips rapidly into yours, the overstimulation bringing you to another orgasm, this time your liquids spraying on your partner, soaking your bodies in your release as he came inside of you, the both of your cum dripping from your pussy as he wiped it with his fingers and stuffed his cream back into your wet hole. "Put your pants and apron on. We’re going to take a little stroll back to your quarters," he commanded, handing your garments to you as you obeyed him.

Taking your hand, he helped you get back to your feet as he wrapped his robe around you, leaving him in his undershirt and pants.

The light of the sun made you squint as you looked outside, your attention being redirected as Obi-Wan coughed next to you, his face filled with disgust and recognition, but no words were exchanged.

“Hello Master!" Anakin smiled at him cheerfully and waved as Master Kenobi walked past, trying to avoid the mess between you and Anakin. “Anakin." He dismissed Ani with a nod, walking off and trying not to laugh as he sensed your embarrassment once you slapped Anakin’s arm. "Anakin! What happened to being inconspicuous?" He smiled at you, holding your waist, and said, "Just a reminder that I’m the only one you should be touching yourself to at night." His pride struck a chord with you as you scoffed.

"You really are gross."

#veras1ne #star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Thank You For The Request! #anakin skywalker smut #Anakin Skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker fic #star wars smut

[internerdionality]

And just to be clear, it wasn't just Izzy's death or the way it happened that I found incredibly disappointing about that finale. For that matter, while there were some great moments, the entire season felt rushed and incomplete, with a lot of decisions that just baffled me.

The Olu/Zheng/Jim/Archie polycule got no resolution whatsoever and just felt crappily done. It felt like Jim and Olu transitioned from romantic to platonic between seasons and then got shoved at new love interests, instead of actually grappling with the interesting poly dynamics, jealousy, NRE, insecurity, etc., that they could have engaged with. And to be clear I LOVED every moment of Olu/Zheng and Jim/Archie! But it felt like the show didn't believe you can have meaningful romantic relationships with multiple people at the same time, so they had to make it as if Jim and Olu's romantic sexual encounter at the end of last season didn't mean anything and that the two of them are perfectly happy being chosen siblings. This after Oluwande is explicitly described as in love with Jim in the first season! WTF?

It also felt like they just abandoned Lucius and Pete being poly in favor of having a cutesy wedding? Like don’t get me wrong, yay for weddings, but honestly it felt very mononormative and forced instead of queer and affirming. Even if Lucius had like, kissed Fang on the lips right after, or if they'd had more affection shown between the whole crew during the wedding, that would have been something. It just felt off.

Zheng felt like a wasted character by the end. Her just letting Ricky know where all her ships were was unbelievable for how competent and badass they made her out to be, and literally her only impact on the plot was serving as a vehicle to drive Stede from place to place. Also just killing off her entire crew other than Auntie? Hundreds of mostly Asian women? Yeah, that's not a good look.

Why did they feel the need to destroy the Republic of Pirates, for that matter? What actual plot or emotional growth did it create? At the end of Episode 7, I expected Stede to have to grapple with how he's managed to not just bring down Blackbeard but the *entire Republic of Pirates* and *the Pirate Queen of China* to add to his whole "I ruin beautiful things" trauma and instead he just doesn't seem to care at all. Like how did he get from all of his trauma and grief about being inadequate in the first season—the actual trauma that led him to leave Ed in the first place—to "oh, it's not so bad being a failure once you get used to it"?!?! Throughout the season I kept thinking that he was repressing and it would come back up to bite him in the ass but no, apparently he just fixed that issue offscreen? What the hell?

And it was the same with Ed! After all that build up in the first season about how Ed doesn’t like to kill people directly—and maintaining that through the first two episodes, even, which was hard! We never see him directly kill anyone! The guy he shot had already been run through!—he’s literally joking while surrounded by corpses he killed and the show barely addressed the trauma that the character we knew would have experienced. Just a completely dropped note. What happened to Ed's self-hatred that they spent an entire dream sequence episode establishing?

Ed and Stede’s actual conflicts and problems just basically disappeared at the end, with a “oh I actually do love you, babe” glossing over Ed’s very legit reasons for leaving and then Stede (apparently?!?) being convinced to give up piracy without a second of screen time spent discussing it. If felt like they were actually setting them up to just be the toxic lesbians from episode four, how is that a satisfying finale? I honestly would have rather had them end the season apart again, but this time knowing they love each other and they have to do some work to get back to each other. Like, Stede sailing into the sunset after kissing Ed and promising to come back and Ed going "i trust that you will, thank you for giving me the space I need to heal"—that would have been a satisfying place to leave them.

And then Izzy's death... don't get me fucking started on what a complete waste of screen time and acting that was. Wow.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #ofmd #gentlebeard #blackbeard ofmd #boatmance #lupete

[radskull-69]

ੈ✩‧₊˚make a wish ੈ✩‧₊˚

mafia fell sans x reader

“So… did ya make that wish?” A deep voice cut through the quiet air, save for the crickets and the muffled music behind you both. The party still going on held by the don himself despite it bleeding into the late hours, for whatever reason you weren’t told.

“Pardon?” You looked over to the owner of the voice, a monster you’ve grown closer to despite yourself. Sans. He wasn’t looking at you though. Rather, at the stars with a look you couldn’t place. But eventually those sharp red eye lights turned their attention to you, and that look on his face didn’t waver

“Ya wish, ya know? You humans have this thing where ya wish on a shooting star or somethin’. Or are you too good for that?” Towards the end of his sentence he shot you his infamous teasing grin and nudged you slightly, almost making you fall off the cement bench dramatically and into the wet grass under you both.

you lightly slapped his arm next to you and ignored his chuckles, huffing through your nose as you regained your composure. Smoothing out the fancy attire you were forced to wear with a roll of your eyes.

“It’s hard to focus on the stars when there’s an annoying skeleton by my side, did you wish on it though? Since your staring so tensely at the sky I doubt you’d miss anything.”

you nodded your head up to the sky in question, you were always wondering what was going through that thick skull of his. Maybe knowing what he’d wish for would help you understand how he ticks, but he’s a secretive man like that so you doubt it. You don’t even know his favourite food..

“My wish? Heh, what would I wish for? I’ve got everythin’ I want riiiight here~” with a all too sly grin he stretched his large arm over your shoulder and before you couldn’t retort he pulled you flush into his side, his cologne that reminded you of smokes and roses filling your nose immediately.

“But I wouldn’t mind a cocktail right about now…” he muttered under his breath as he looked away in annoyance, making your souring mood lighten at his dismay. With a chuckle you couldn’t hold back you decided just this once you’d let him hold you, but maybe that’s just the drinks from earlier talking for you.

“I think you had more than enough to drink for one night Mr Serif, you’re already making a fool of yourself. More than usual I mean.” You leaned your head back a bit to look at the stars shining as bright as they could, your hands in your lap as you sighed slightly

the situation would’ve been romantic, sitting in a fancy garden filled with flowers, statues and hedges as you both looked up at the stars. A party you both abandoned going on behind you despite your lack of absence.

but you had to remind yourself to not forget yourself, you doubt anything good would come of it if you mingled with sans. Anymore than you already have you mean.

“Oh fuck off, i can handle my drinks. But ya didn’t answer my question.” The feeling of hard bone fingers gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head away from the sky to look at him instead. A grin tugging further on his face as he looked down at you.

“Whaddya wish for sweetheart? I’m a curious skeleton, and maybe if you’re lucky I’ll make it come true.” You felt yourself go tense as he leaned down further to reach your level, impossibly close it made your heart stutter more than your speech. But you didn’t lean back, either because of his grip on your chin or because you didn’t want to your not sure.

“I-I want…” you could barely get the words out, looking down at those sharp teeth you’ve seen hundreds of times before. The gold canine of his glinting in the dim lights of the night, you pulled your gaze away from them to look him in the eye lights.

”go one sweetheart, I’m all yer’s..” sans started to close his eyes(?) as he leaned further, his breath washing over your lips. But he paused, waiting to hear your wish as his hand let go of your chin, it instead slip down your collar bones and arms to grip at your hand in your lap. Rubbing his finger over the back of it.

“I want..” you sucked in a breath, feeling his teeth nudge against your lips. Your face felt like it was hotter then grillby on a bad day, and in a flustered panic you shout something that was far from the truth.

“I wish for the moon!” You shouted, your face red and your body stiff as a board. You could barely process what you said.

…

sans blinked his eyes open, looking at you for a moment before leaning back up. Towering over you once again, a incredulous slapped across his face

“Tha moon..?” He slowly looked away from you to stared at the moon, before back at you with his head titled. It was funny as it was cute.

“You’ll get your kiss when you get me that, you said you could. And you wouldn’t break a promise, would you sans?” You put on the best smug smile you could, pushing down the butterflies on your stomach as you one upped him for once.

“Oh cmon now that ain’t fair, that’s a lot of work for a lazy bones like me. How’d I even get up there!?” He slipped his hand out of yours and chuffed, getting out a cigar from his pants with a scowl. But you could tell he wasn’t as angry as he tried to look.

“What? It’s my wish, so I expect you to respect it. I’m not to blame if you can’t make it true.” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the bench.

“Fuck you and your wish.” You wouldn’t ever say it but it almost looked as if he was pouting, trying again and again to light his cigar as he held it between his sharp teeth. But his lighter refused to work, making him grow more agitated.

With a chuckle and some thought you grabbed sans collar with your when and pulled him over to you, barley anymore than an inch between you. Grabbing the lighter from his now limo hold, looking at him with lidded eyes as you lit his cigar first try.

“Go make a new wish and cry about it.” You felt proud of yourself for how cool you looked saying that, once his cigar was lit you leaned back to your spot and tossed him his lighter.

Sans stayed where he was for a bit, frozen before his skull exploded in his signature colour. Sitting up suddenly and swearing profusely as he took quick puffs, blowing red smoke into the air around you. His eyes glaring at the ground as he blush illuminated you in a red glow

“Fuckin’ tease… next time I see a shooting star I’ll wish for ya ass to be handed to you.

you couldn’t hold back the laugh that spilled from your lips at his angry and flustered state, a rare sight only you got to see and it was one you made sure to remember for days to come.

#sans #Undertale #sans x reader #mafiafell #mafiafellsans #underfell #inspired by dangerously yours #rad writes

[stardustincarnate]

I'm Scared, Hold Me // Yoosung Kim x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY: Watching a horror movie sounded like the perfect excuse for cuddling.

WORD COUNT: 1628 words.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNING: Cringe nicknames. Because people in love do and say cringe stuffs. Also, possible grammatical and typographical errors ahead.

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A/N: It has been a year or two since I wrote this... ig its about time I post it. I had some obsession with Yoosung back then, hehe.

Yoosung couldn't think straight. He was nervous. He was of course very excited too, even though it wasn't the first time seeing you—but it was his first time watching a movie with you. Unsurprisingly, people like him would feel nervous due to overthinking what's going to happen between you two during the movie. Especially if it were romance... But apparently that wasn't the case. Though he badly wished it was.

You two were going to watch a horror movie. It's not like he had a choice, anyway. When you told him you preferred watching scary movies he felt something drop to his gut. Horror movies?! But.. but how could he get a chance to slip his hands through yours and lock eyes with you during the most romantic part of the movie so that you two could actually do what the protagonists were doing and—oh boy. He didn't want to disappoint you so he just acquiesced.

He was quick to open the door after you had knocked. Flustered with you jumping into his arms, he sort of malfunctioned before he returned the hug. Not too tightly as he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"I brought extra snacks for us!"

"O-Oh! But Seven already spared us a few Honey Buddha Chips and I've got some more popcorn and my mom also cooked for us.."

"Yoosung, you're forgetting one thing!"

"Oh—right!! Pizza..! How could I?!"

"Not to worry! Your knight in shining armor slash princess has brought two boxes of pizza for her baby!"

"Baby?"

"Are you not letting me come in?"

"Of course not [Y/N]! I mean—come on in!" Yoosung chuckled, nervousness evident on his tone.

Eventually the movie commenced. Initially you two were sitting with a decent space between you in the sofa but somehow before the opening credits had ended, Yoosung had found his way right beside you. And when you rested your head on his shoulder and placed your palm on his chest, he swore he had never been as red as during that day.

It was so romantic, thought he, if you were to minus the horrors currently unfolding on the monitor.

With a heap of other snacks in front of you which Yoosung had apparently forgotten existed as he was busy trying not to freak out during the first few minutes and break his manly side in front of you, you stared intently at the screen while finishing half the box of pizza.

"Oh no! Don't believe him he's just pranking you! And unknowingly putting you in danger!! Don't go in ther—oh no don't be so stupid!"

Yoosung peeled his eyes from the monitor and looked at you, a tad shocked to see you looking at him with a certain smile on your face. He was torn between thinking of it as cute or suspicious...

You giggled. "You know, the main character reminds me a lot of you."

"Eh?! But I'm not that gullible. Am I?"

"Oh, sure, chocolate milk." Yoosung shunned your gaze with his face beet red. "My cutie Yoosung." You continued, poking his cheek. He rubbed his nape and pouted, reluctantly admitting, "I guess I do find myself stumbling on pranks most of the time.. but at least now I know better not to go into an abandoned wing in case Seven tells me another one of his nonsense!"

The moment the protagonist entered the abandoned wing of the building, the door shut behind him with a loud thud. At the same time you two heard the creaking of the door.

And it wasn't part of the movie.

"Who's there?!" Yoosung squeaked and wrapped his arms around you—maybe a little too tightly—and kept on turning his head, albeit too afraid to actually look at the door.

"Yoosung, it's me!"

"Oh, mom..."

"Sorry.. I didn't interrupt anything, did I? I was just wondering if you wanted some drinks."

"Oh.. sure!"

His mother left two more bottles of soda in front of you before leaving. Once you two were alone, Yoosung realized that he didn't stop hugging you. Poor boy panicked and blushed furiously.

"I-I'm sorry [Y/N]! Did I squeeze you too hard? I'm sorry! And it's not like I was scared. Definitely not!! I just wanted to protect you in case there really was a gho—wah!! [Y/N]..!!"

There was a jumpscare. Well—it looked like one to him. Yoosung clung onto you and hid his face on your neck, his hair tickling you which made you giggle and blush furiously. You ruffled his hair and sighed fondly, "Calm down Yoosung. That's just his friend, not the ghost."

"What..?" Very slowly and reluctantly, he looked at the monitor and let out a huge sigh of relief. And just seconds later he was a fumbling mess of blushes and apologies again. "[Y/N] I'm so so sorry! Ahh.. nooo.. That wasn't very manly of me, was it? I promise to do better! It won't happen again!"

Oh, this adorable boy you so deeply loved. Sure. You grinned. But you both knew well that it was a lie, for everytime there was a scene that his brain had identified a 'jumpscare' his body would automatically attach itself into yours and he'd cover his face with his hands. Other than the crunchy munching of those Honey Buddha Chips and the sound from the movie, his squeaks filled the room.

You were having a hard time controlling your laughter. You didn't want to tease him.. Oh, poor boy! You almost took pity on your boyfriend. But to see him like that—in a state you perceived as absolutely adorable, with his hands resting on your shoulder and unintentionally squeezing them while he tried to cower behind you—really, would anyone want that moment to end? Reckon he would just have to forgive you for 'torturing' him by making him watch something that scared him to the bones. And, of course, he would forgive you for this.

Anything for you.

Although you were the one who suggested to watch a horror movie in the first place, you couldn't say that some parts didn't scare you. As it got closer to the climax, you started fidgeting your fingers, which Yoosung soon took notice. Yoosung looked at you, and a tad hesitant, he wrapped his arms around you. The tension ebbed from your body as you allowed yourself to succumb in his warm embrace. It was tentative, his hold, at first. But as moments passed and more horrors frightened the both of you, his touch eventually gave in and turned into something tight, sure, and something that felt like home, right where you belonged.

He wasn't even watching anymore. It had become a turmoil there and your occasional squeaks told him that the scene unfolding wasn't something he'd relish to see. And without heed you placed your hand above his, rubbing gently on that soft skin which caught his attention. He returned the favor and grabbed the opportunity to bring your hand underneath his—that way he could share more of his warmth with you, and that way which also allowed him to weave his fingers through yours, causing an eruption of red on both your cheeks.

"Are you okay [Y/N]?" He whispered. You looked at him—his eyes, his lips—then back to his eyes.

"I'm scared, hold me."

Yoosung was more than happy to oblige. He'd become rather bold by then. You closed your eyes as butterflies manifested themselves inside your stomach from the way he brought you sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. His fingers found their way to gently comb your hair and bring them forth over your right shoulder, exposing your nape. He thought of doing it—hesitating over and over again until he gathered enough courage which spilled all over his chest, and then he was peppering your nape with the gentlest of pecks, his lips carefully grazing over your then shivering skin, the touch nothing but a lick of the wind, a flicker. The butterflies multiplied, and the heat burned your cheeks, your nape, and your ears.

The pleasant sensation contrasted starkly with the gore afoot on the screen, the turmoils unfolding in the movie. But they were paid with no heed, and in fact had been reduced into but little to no sounds by the remote which Yoosung had taken a hold of with one hand, while the other remained wrapped around your stomach, the warmth of his palm permeating your skin as he made circles with it in a careful, loving manner.

Horror movie long forgotten, you two settled on ensconcing yourselves on one another, laying on the couch, limbs interweaving, fingers interlaced.

Four words, and they were all it took for what he had been surreptitiously dreaming of and what he thought was only possible if you two had settled prior with a romance movie, to happen.

Four words, and a horror movie, and suddenly the idea of the latter wasn't so terrible anymore. Yoosung could live with that, as long as more opportunities of moments like this could present themselves before him.

Moments of you laying on his chest, delightfully humming and tracing patterns on his skin—patterns you could only see. The silence was cozy, brimming with affection. The pizza was only remembered when it was already tepid, and it took longer than it would've had been consumed if you two weren't so entangled with each other, laughing, giggling, and smiling at the sheer fact that you were placed in an intimate, comfortable position.

Yoosung smiled to himself, wishing that perhaps, even at times you aren't scared, even at the most arbitrary moments, he would get the chance to hold you like this.

Close to his heart.

Closer to his soul.

#kim yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger yoosung #mysme yoosung #yoosung x mc #mystic messenger x reader #mysme x reader #yoosung x reader #kim yoosung x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #fanfic x reader #x reader #anime x reader #fluff #otome game

[the-s1lly-corner]

I’m baaaaack!!

Oh I’ve missed your writing, I just got dragged off due to some stuff irl and having a mini hyper fixation on Eddie Munson-

How are you dear? 🥺 everything okay? Drinking water and eating food? I hope you are!

Would love to see if you could possibly do hcs of all the different ways LJ would comfort you and show you how much he loves you as well as how he’d react to his s/o having gift giving and physical touch be her main love languages!

- 🩶 Anon

Laughing Jack comforting a reader who has gift giving/touch as a love language!

i have one other request in the inbox asides this one but i think imma save it for later since im!! tired.. im doing okay-ish? ups and downs, i will admit the past few weeks i havent been feeling right/like myself but im sure its just a funk or something.. gotta drink more water, though </3 hope you enjoy this anon!

jack is very very clingy himself, like in an emotional sense but also a physical sense... if it were efficient he would wrap himself around you and not let go but unfortunately a lot of things in life would get inconvenienced

a majority of that clinginess comes from his abandonment issues, with only a portion just being a part of his personality

very verbal in wanting to keep you around, and while he may not out right say or ask it, i think sometimes he needs some reassurance from you that youre not going to be going anywhere

will take any chance he can to sling his arm around you, usually just draping it over your shoulders lazily while you guys hang around one another

i dont think hes opposed to hand holding, either.. he has very large hands and theyre warm... sharp claws, though

if anything you might have to ask him to give you space because he wants to spent a lot of his free time with you (and hes got a lot of free time if youre the one in possession of that little box of his); i think sometimes he can get a little overwhelming/overstimulating... i love him but personally i think he could be a little much every now and then

loves leaving you notes, usually leaves some candy with them. typically leaves them in places where he knows you'll find them, like by your keys or at the front door... likes leaving them when he knows youre about to leave for work or any other outing... will still leave them if hes the one leaving for something, although its rare that he needs to head out for something and admittedly i cant think of anything he would need to do/get done that would require him to leave briefly

looooooooooves showering you in affection, especially if you guys are in a romantic relationship; peppers you in kisses and snuggles into your cheek.. hugs, lots of hugs. will take any chance he can get to snake his arms around you. please cuddle him

so i think its safe to say that the physical touch bit is more than satisfied, on both ends

as for gift giving, i gotta say my brain is a little melted so i can tell whos giving and whos receiving, so lets do both!

if youre the one giving gifts to jack hes going to be totally over the moon...! a present? for HIM? is it christmas? is it his birthday? ...i dont.. think he has a birthday, actually... but that aside i think he would adore nearly anything you give him since hes totally obsessed with you. likely keeps it within close reach, be it in his own space, his box, or even in his hair since that functions as a means of storage in my silly hc!!

if hes the one giving gifts i think he would try to slink around to figure out what you like.. if its something more than candy then maybe... this would be one of those rare chances where he leaves the house for something, making sure not to be seen of course. which is easy when he can turn into a puff of smoke at will. honestly knowing him hes probably not going to be able to hold himself back from the gifts, so prepare to wake up to a whole pile of them in the morning... might try his hand at wrapping them but due to his claws theres some holes and slashes... but its the thought that counts..!

though if he needs to hide anything for occasions like birthdays hes not going to be able to keep it a secret... if he doesnt blurt it out hes going to be really antsy and keep checking where ever hes hiding the gifts to see if theyve been found or tampered yet

adding this in because i forgot comforting the reader!! right before i was about to hit post!!

if youre feeling anxious about him leaving or being upset with you i think he would reassure you to the best of his ability

tries to keep the mood light, likely cracks jokes while hes holding your hands... might be slightly rocking your hands back and forth or side to side

looks like the type to kiss tears away... though hes gonna have the be careful about it given that cone nose of his... though him attempting to be gentle while keeping his determination to pepper your face with pecks might be enough to crack a smile from you

literally will not leave you alone until youre smiling

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta headcanons #laughing jack headcannons #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine #laughing jack x you

[avonne-writes]

https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/744275916307496960/i-headcanon-bucky-as-someone-who-likes-to-mark

oh this is so incredibly real. and he loves seeing them later on, it immediately gets him going 😅😅

also i say this way too often but! i think that this is just another thing that bucky does that makes buck feel very loved and wanted

I totally agree ❤️ sorry, I ended up jotting down another drabble...

Gale is just trying to get dressed in peace in the officers' quarters, but to Bucky, it's like a personal morning show. He's there for it as often as he can get away with it. There’s nothing he loves more than the moment when Gale puts on his undershirt. As he stands there and watches him, glad that no one else is around, he catches a glimpse of his kisses' imprints on Gale's torso. He's instantly, desperately aching for Gale the moment he spots them. He wants to spread Gale out on the nearest flat surface and retrace the marks on the map of Gale's body. When Gale looks up, now in the process of buttoning his uniform, he catches the look in Bucky's eyes and his lips curl into a small smirk.

"One might just think you saw a pin-up girl in the flesh."

Bucky leans back against the wall, knowing full well that Gale can see how tight his pants got. "Gonna be a new moon tonight."

Gale hums, deliberately not picking up what Bucky’s suggesting. It’s a game he plays sometimes - he wants Bucky to say what he wants as specifically as he dares. It turns him on.

Bucky tries not to smile. It will come back to bite him in the ass if Gale gets too into the push-and-pull of it and makes him beg later. "Will be all dark outside."

"Nice time to sleep."

"Sleep, yeah." Bucky bites his lip, staring at Gale as intensely as he can until Gale finally looks at him, mischief in his blue eyes.

"Did you have something else in mind?"

Bucky double checks that the door is closed, then steps close to him, leaning in to run the tip of his nose along Gale's cheek to whisper in his ear. His hand presses to Gale's stomach, his thumb tracing one of the love bites he knows to be there under Gale's clothes. "How about a rendez-vous in that abandoned barn I found?"

Gale touches Bucky's hand with his fingertips, down the line of Bucky's thumb. "Romantic."

Bucky presses a kiss to Gale's cheek. "Are you game?"

"Depends." Gale turns away from him to go root around in his footlocker. Bucky follows as if glued to him, his hands fitting themselves to Gale's hips from behind.

"On what?"

"Your intentions." Gale teases.

"All noble. You know me, I'm a gentleman." Bucky pulls Gale to his chest when Gale straightens up, wrapping his arms around Gale's waist. He kisses Gale's neck. "Only the best for my doll."

As always, Gale softens when he sweet talks him. "In the barn, you said?"

Bucky hums against Gale's skin. He can’t resist any longer - he knows that Gale’s going to play with him until he tells him what he wants. "I want to put new marks on you. These are fading."

He can feel Gale melt into his embrace. More of his weight presses to Bucky's chest. "I like the sound of that."

"I'll even suck you off."

Gale huffs a quiet laugh in surprise. "I see."

"Come on, Buck."

Gale rubs at Bucky's forearms. "How about that, but the other way around?"

A wide grin tugs at Bucky's lips. If that's what Gale's wants... He squeezes Gale's waist. "Deal."

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #anon

[mediocre-quill-ink]

The mercs dating reader with noise sensitivity

I'm autistic with noise sensitivity. Most of my overstimulation comes from multiple people talking at once, yelling, fireworks, sirens, etc. I just wanted to write some of my favorite mercs reacting to reader who has noise sensitivity. Not all of these will be romantic because I don't feel that for some of them, but oh well. I'm writing this for myself anyway.

Content: negative stimming, more autistic medic. Scout is trying. Blood and gore warning for medics section. Sorry some parts are longer than others. Also I left out pyro and heavy, I'm sorry I just don't know how to write them.

Scout:

He's a loud guy. He's has little volume control. A very bousty fella. But that's until he met you. I'm not gonna lie to you and say he's quit being a routy guy, but he tries to. Oftentimes, he'll catch himself shouting or arguing with someone, but then he looks over to see you overwhelmed, squeezing your eyes shut, covering your ears, slimming, etc, and immediately tries to quiet down. He'll try to get close to you and ask if you're alright and apologize.

"Oh shit. Babes, are you alright? I got too loud again, didn't I? I'm sorry. Hold on." He'll give you a quick hug and kiss and then take the person he's arguing with to another room and try to "quietly" solve the situation. Aka cut out the yelling and skip to the fighting. You'll even hear him occasionally im the other room shouting, "I said, keep it down, chump!" He'll come back all bruised, and if you're still having trouble calming down, he'll take you somewhere more private and try to help you relax. Blankets, music, TV, etc. He's not great and volume control, but he's trying.

Medic:

He's one of the quieter mercs. Usually, writing or spending time in his lab fittling with whatever experiment he has. Aside from the occasional burst of God complexual claims or mad laughter or loud singing, he's pretty chill. But one thing that's incredibly grating, the sounds of his equipment. is easy to get overwhelmed by. So many drills and saws vurring. It's incredibly overwhelming and scary. You like to hang out in his lab alot, you two can talk while he works, and it's a great system. Especially, with how lonely he gets in the lab by himself. Your usually fine when he uses scopuples and other fairly silent tools, but when he pulls out the machine powered equipment, it's overwhelming. You can usually handle it through vigorous stimming.

One time, you two were talking, medic was busy with surgery, so he couldn't look at you too often. He pulled out the saw blade and began to wistfully cut through bone while continuing your conversion. You start stimming, trying to keep up with the conversation, but it's hard. Eventually, he turns his head to see your reaction to whatever he was talking about. And he sees you graiting your teeth, shaking your hands (or whatever you do) and asks, "Are you alright?" "Yeah I'm just a bit... overwhelmed." "Why?" "The saws. I don't like the sound." "Ohh. I see." He turns it off and abandons the body, walking up to you, covered in blood. "We certainly can't have that. Is there anything I can do to help?" "I'd like to drink some tea and watch (insert comfort show) if that's alright." "Of corse mein liebling." You'll both be half sitting, half laying down, and he'll do or get you whatever you need. "I'm sorry for asking so much, ludwig." You'd say after he's handed you your second cup of tea. "It's no problem, liebling. I get problems like that, too." You take the cup and he sits down next to you,"less so about volume and more about too much happening at once. Usually, when it's multiple people talking at once, reading and listening to any music with lyrics. Textures aren't any better, too." "Huh" you reply. "Thanks for telling me, I'll keep that mind."

Spy:

He's omw of the quietest of the mercs. Usually loud if he's trying to grab the attention of the rest of the team, but aside from that, he's quiet. It's his job, after all. Even in his stride, his breath, the sipping of his drinks are very soft. More normally than not, he's not the one inflicting the noise issues. Not to say it doesn't happen. Often, when he's scolding another merc. He'll lose his temper at Scout or soldier, and you happen to be walking into the room while it's happening.

"How many times do I have to tell you?? Grenades are NOT toys! You can't just toss them around as a prank!" His gaze quickly flashes over to you, trying to quickly cross through the room to get to where you need to, covering your ears. He face palms, dragging his fingers down his face and grumbles. Shit. He thinks. "Boys, I'll continue this conversation later. Don't be idiots." And quickly shoves past them. He doesn't rush to you. Quite the opposite. Slow strides. He tries to make it look like he casually bumped into you, but you both know that's false. Not that you mind. "Hello, y/n. Sorry about earlier." You shrig and give him a "it's alright." He knows you're fine now. The interaction wasn't very long, so you should be fine for the most part and are more than competent to deal with it yourself if there is still a problem. But he loves any excuse to pamper you. "That may be so, but I still owe you some form of apology." You chuckle, "Oh? And what may that be?" "Perhaps some... private time?" "Really? And in what way are you suggesting?" "Any way you'd like, ma colombe." He smiled back. God, he's to smoothe. Suddenly, an explosion is heard at the other end of the base, followed by scout and soldier laughing. You see, spy Rev up to scream, but he stops mid breath. Slowly letting out the air in his lungs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "crétins" he whispers. He takes a moment to calm before speaking to you "let's go, shall we?" You both cuddle in his smoking lounge in front of the fire, sipping on your favorite drinks and peacefully talk about your days.

engineer:

he's one of the sweetest ones out there. Let me just tell you right now. whatever you are most comfortable with, he'll go all out keeping you alright. he always keeps his voice down around you, never raises his tone, he always senses when something is wrong immediately. one issue, though, is the sound of... engineering. normally able to handle smaller sounds like wrenches, but the fact is when he's welding or using other power tools, it gets overwhelming. he usually insists on you leaving before he starts up work, but once or twice, he forgot. lost in conversation with you while setting up shop absent mindedly. he didn't realize till he looked up and saw you fidgeting your fingers and clenching your jaw. he almost immediately turned off the tool and started apologizing. "I'm so sorry, pumpkin. how ya doin'?" You tell him you're fine. didn't last too long. it'll take a couple of minutes for your nerves to go down, but you're fine. Because he knows you can handle it on your own, he kisses you on the cheek and told you he'd be out as soon as he's done. if it was a bigger reaction or longer run time on the noise, he'd immediately pack up shop and ask if you want his assistance.

i feel like he's less pushy about taking care of you. of course he does but he also has a lot of faith in you taking care of yourself. i mean they all do its just. with dell its easier to see. he worries he's to much of a nag tbh but he cares about you deeply. if you ever want or need him for calming down he's immediately on it.

demo

he's a loud dude .probably one of the loudest in the group. but he manages to keep quiet around you mostly. it takes him quite a bit to getting used to volume control tbh. i imagine he's kinda similar to scout in this scenario. he's trying. he keeps forgetting but he's trying and he immediately apologizes every time. also similar to scout when he does remember and some ones being loud he's gonna beat their ass lmao. "oi, bloke! me partner don't do well with volume keep it down!" he declares while shouting. he remembers when other people are doing it but is completely unaware when he's loud. just have patience he'll get it eventually lmao

soldier

oh boy.

there's no denying he's the loudest of the group. he doesn't even know he's screaming most of the time, it's just become how he speaks, so when he starts dating someone who's practically allergic to loud noise, he sweats bullets in realization he immediately thinks "I'm gonna be a shit boyfriend." he takes a while to quiet down for sure. again, no grasp on volume control, but he feels so bad about it it.

he'll say the sweetest things to you while shouting and you're trying to listen and show appreciation but its volume it to grating. he sees how you respond he he just panics "IM SORRY CADET" and your forcing a smile and telling him its alright but he sees your still fidgiting and stimming and goes "IM STILL YELLING ARNT I?" you nod trying to keep calm. "IM SORRY" and then he panics and walks off. i feel like there was a moment after that he just tried to avoid you. he didnt like that feeling of being the cause of harm to the person he loved. it made you worry after a while. after days of him completly avoiding you you confront him. about why hes been acting so strange. he hands you a letter stating hes sorry. hes worried to talk to you cause he dosnt want to hurt you. There's gonna be a good bit in your relationship where he communicates to you strictly through pen and paper lmao

Sniper

You never have issues with him being loud. He always has his voice at a neutral tone, he's very patient and understanding when you get overstimulated. He's not the issue here. Bless him. It's the guns. Guns are kinda his whole thing. He knows not to use them around you, but there's been a few times you drove to the shooting range to drop off lunch cause he forgot to pack, and it was just incredibly jarring and overwhelming. When he eventually spotted you he came over as soon as he could and checked if you're alright.

"Thanks for coming over, love. Sorry about the noise, you alright?" You nod handing him the lunch. "I'm fine. Feeling a bit anxious and probably a little irritable but I'll recover enough soon." He fidgited with his hat before responding "d' ya want to hang out with me for a little bit? The scenery should help." "Yes, I'd like that."

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[elekinetic]

user elekinetic do you have any tips to spare for outlining fics 😭 i feel like I word vomit any of the concept that I have in my head, and dialogue ,and build off that adding paragraphs as I go and I go so slow bc of it. But ive been trying hard lately to write a list of “scenes” and bullet point the story but yeah.

do you know anything that could help me have an idea of where to go start to finish instead of starting at the random spot I’ve come up with first? I waste so much writing time because I haven’t built a backstory for characters and things like that so i don’t always know how they start the story off, only the situation they’re in. Is that something that could help? Making a list for each character or something? Would love to hear your thoughts thank you! <3

hi! first of all i’m so flattered you asked! to be clear, i am a very slow writer too lmao and i’m relatively new to prose writing, and though in very confident in my understanding of what makes a good story (W screenwriting), i am still figuring out my outlining process. but hey! let’s learn together.

sorry in advance for how long this is. i love talking.

so i basically figure everything out in the outline and write after i feel very good about it. if you have a strong foundation, everything gets a hell of a lot easier. t kind of sounds like your process might be similar to mine, so i’m just gonna explain what i'm doing for my current project.

my key document is my “bible.” i split it up into a couple different sections using page breaks (page breaks my best friend ily page breaks):

pitch/word vomit summary

scene ideas

outline

notes

ok so wtf does that mean.

1. pitch/word vomit summary — explain your concept. bc i've got a film/tv background, im starting off with my logline. (e.g. "after robin learns will is gay, they have a heart to heart in an abandoned video store about insecurity and feeling alone. they learn they're not." sometimes i'll follow that up with a note to myself like, "this fic isn't robin finding out, this is what happens after. starts with her already knowing. will pov, focus on his perception of robin changing. subtly reference toward feelings about mike, dont come out (haha) and say it") then, i write as MUCH of the concept down as i can, like i'm explaining it to a friend. (sometimes i copy and paste rants from dms directly into the document). it can be totally out of order, non-sensical, contradictory. just get as many of your ideas down as possible. you want to be able to come back to this and be like, oh i totally forgot about that. vague chapter summaries, personal notes about themes, whatever you want. i have a list of beats that you find in romantic dramas for inspiration and a paragraph abt ways i want to parallel/subvert s3 of st. just. go ham. 2. scene ideas — this is pretty self explanatory. i take some of the stuff i have in the p/s and flesh it out, or put down new ideas. this is where i'm writing out dialogue in bullet points, or what i want them to be Really Saying. (e.g. "mike: [panics bc he feels seen, tries to flip it back on (redacted) and fails] ") this is for when i can see stuff more clearly or i get out of the shower with a whole exchange in my head. gonna be out of order, a little all over the place. 3. outline — so. this is where you start piecing it together. put the bullet points in order. figure out objective of each scene and what needs to happen to accomplish that goal. figure out pacing, what needs to happen when. this step is where im looking at dialogue and thinking "why does mike say that? why does he feel that way? what needs to happen to get him to this point emotionally?" or looking at scenes and thinking "these are two scenes with people arguing back to back. lets make sure they feel different and give the characters different tactics to get what they want (byler argument where mike is avoiding will vs max argument where max is avoiding lucas. i could use this to highlight similarities and differences in the relationships, but having two scenes with the same tactics back to back might feel repetitive. maybe i move the scenes farther apart or change circumstances. maybe mike and will are having a veiled argument while theyre with a group of friends in a public space and max and lucas' argument is outside max's house.) also asking if conflicts are resolved too quickly, if the miscommunications feel too convenient, if characters disappear or are only around as plot devices. write. troubleshoot. repeat. 4. random notes — everything else that doesnt fit. for me this is literally just taylor swift lyrics (writing the fic vaguely off of a Specific Song that SHOULD BE STREAMED MORE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE anyway) and links to posts i use as character reference to make sure im staying true to the characters. (remembering will said "i was being a total jerk to el, i deserved it," AND "you're ruining everything, and for what!"/"i wasn't moping!")

i want it to be clear im doing all of this at the same time. im jumping around and pulling new ideas and rearranging as stuff changes. i think the thing that's really hard is that i want to be able to sit down, write the outline, and then move on. but for us scatterbrained writers, you're gonna have to re-outline and readjust like. a thousand times. and that's okay. that's good! it feels tedious as hell but the story is so much better for it.

take your time. let yourself be slow. keep finding holes in your story and fill the world in as you fix them.

here are some more questions i ask myself to make the story better:

What are you trying to accomplish over the course of the story? What is it about? (for the will&robin fic, it was something about feeling seen for the first time.) When you get lost in your story or aren't sure why a scene feels stale, come back to this. is the scene furthering that goal?

What is changing internally for each of your main characters? (yes theyre dating by the end but like. what do they learn.)

Are the side characters people or props? (will pov scene of a party-wide picnic where everyone's talking but will is focused on mike's hands.... where is max's head at in the scene? you don't have to have a super long backstory and she doesn't have to be a big part of the plot, but if she's saying something, figure out why she's saying it. if will is having a heart to heart with el, understand why el is responding the way she is. the scene's goal may be to get will through a breakthrough, but el's circumstances will change in the scene too. figure out how this conversation lands with her. oh, and remember the adults are people too!)

Why is this character saying this/why are they responding this way? (this should answer your "where do i start?" question. start in that random spot and figure out A) why they are there and B) why they are reacting the way they do (see last bullet point).

side note: some of the best advice i ever got was "enter the scene late, exit early." skip the prologue. try starting from that random spot. if it feels like something's missing, figure out exactly what that something is, and go from there

Do the stakes feel high enough?

What do i need to set up to make sure this scene/beat is satisfying as possible? (are will and mike going to have a big argument? oh, so we have to show tension before.... BAM you have another scene to write and your outline is fuller)

i could go on a lot longer but. basically.

i edit while i write. i'm someone who needs a very fucking strong outline and a very fucking clear idea of the story before i can start writing it. i'm putting probably 70-80% of the leg work in at the start so i can focus on making the prose (or script, most of the time) the best it can be.

THAT BEING SAID, this is just the way i do it and i have like. a fic and a half published. im taking my sweet time bc im creatively burned out and this is for fun first and foremost. like i said. i am a Very Slow Writer.

i highly, highly recommend hitting up the ask boxes of writers like @/strangeswift, @/wiseatom, @/astrobei, or @/andiwriteordie. no guarantees on responses bc they are busy ppl with busy lives but i really do think theyre some of the best writers out here right now, and im not just saying that bc they're my friends. abby (strangeswift) and i have been each other's sounding board through a lot of projects and she's almost done with one of her first Big Fics, so its worth asking her about that.

i hope this helps! ah!!

#seriously THANK YOU SO MUCH for asking i feel underqualified but i love talking about writing and writing processes #jesus christ this is 1.4k words #also if anyone seeing this is interested in having a beta reader for story notes hmu lol #outlining

[mihrsuri]

Some more in universe fictional fandom discussion in the Tudors OT3 Cinematic Unvierse inspired by @nocompromise-noregrets and also some other things. @herawell

Pre Unmasked did you clock what was going on if you didn’t know the history?

niceiceblock

50,000 notes

I didn’t.

This isn’t actually a critique of the way the show depicted that storyline - they are making a story at base, not a history (though it’s beautiful and accurately done) and that means there are going to be some dramatic reveals, including with things like this that not a lot of people know because it’s such a recent revelation, though I think you could argue about whether they should have made it clear from the start, I don’t think so.

I think in a lot of ways us/fandom at large not getting it is making a point about the way predators like Norwich work - they don’t broadcast themselves with giant signs saying I Am A Monster - they often look like Rupert Graves! They are charming! They have what can look like chemistry with the people they abuse (thinking about the times people have said ‘but they were such a cute couple’ about a later to be revealed abusive relationship between public figures).

And also it’s about fandom and seeing two very attractive men (in particular men) together and going NOW KISS and kind of reverse engineering the interpretation that it has to be romantic and kind of…ignoring the layers going on. I’m indicting myself here as well - I was looking at things through a shipping lens and so I did not see say, the work that James Frain was doing with his body - the way he looked so so small around Norwich, the flinch/tension he was carrying, the way that Rupert Graves plays that possessiveness in Norwich’s eyes but James does that things where he’s just avoiding looking at Norwich directly - that dissociation where he’s clearly (when you look at it post reveal) avoiding the reality in front of him/back being a small child again. It’s the ‘you ruined any trace of me’ referring to the branding that so many people used in edits when the episode trailer came out.

But that’s in retrospect, for me.

coveryourtears

I got it but I don’t think that means I’m morally superior or anything (like is some of it painful person experience? Possibly yes). I didn’t know the history but there was just for me there was something so off about Norwich that I couldn’t put my finger on at all and then I went ‘…OH SHIT’ at the reveal (which I am so glad they put content warnings pre episode so people could make choices about their viewing) as much as anyone.

I am however morally superior to the people actually genuinely defending John Norwich though. Go step on legos and may you forever be trapped listening to a Restorationist video essay.

lareginatara

I knew the history and let me say it’s been An Experience biting my lip through everything. AN EXPERIENCE AND A HALF (thank you oh group chat and discord for bearing with my feels upon the subject). I had this Dread ever since the Norwich casting was announced because oh fuck the norwich thirsting is going to happen.

(To the people whining about how they were Deceived And This Was Problematic I just….I can’t. Sometimes Stories Will Pull A Surprise On You People)

semperlyqueerly

But it was a different time - people married young then - I wouldn’t defend John today but in the context and time in which he lived it would have been fine - you can see he took such good care of Thomas (all those gifts! You all love it so much when H8 and Anne give him gifts and talk about how it’s a love language. The fact that he gave him an education and took him out of poverty and away from his abusive father. And Thomas does consent - he said yes when Norwich asked him to ‘come to my bed Antonius’ - you can’t say he didn’t consent). John didn’t deserve to be abandoned so cruelly after everything he did for Thomas - my heart always breaks for him when I watch him see Gregory for the first time, that his great love moved on so fast.

antoniusandcaesar

Silence actual factual pedophile excuser and I don’t throw that around in fandom debates but that is what you are and I refuse to give you the time of day.

lareginatara

#ot3: political power trio #lil and her ridiculous aus #fic #semperlyqueerly is a tudor historian okay she’s Had A Journey Of It

[mageofseven]

Diavolo x Poly!MC x Lucifer:

Start and Dynamics

Okay so I got a request from a Nonnie to write a Surprise Birth post for an MC who is in a triad poly relationship with Dia and Luce, but as I sat down to write it, I found that I was having trouble starting.

Then I release it's because I have like zero background to go on for on how they got together and were able to make the baby to begin with.

That's where this comes in! I will explain how the three formed their relationship and what they are like as a triad, both for you to enjoy and to help organize things in my head for when I write the Surprise Birth post.

Now, enjoy~

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Starting Point:

Oh boy was this human stuck between these men for while

The attraction each man felt for them was obvious, as was their own towards them

And the feelings became even more so.

Still, it felt like they both just strung MC along, brought them so close...and then walked about pretending it never happened.

It was a cycle the human was trapped in with these two men.

Granted, neither meant to do it. Their feelings were so strong, but also were their worries; they simply didn't know what the right thing to do was.

For Diavolo, his worries were political, but not in the way others may think.

The prince doesn't take relationships lightly; if he dates someone, it's because he feels strongly for them and knows he wants a future with them.

Casual dating is not something this man could ever truly bring himself to do.

His feelings for MC...they were stronger than he ever thought he could feel for another person.

They were so overwhelming and exciting and deep and he treasured every minute he spent with them.

He didn't care that that MC was human. Unlike a portion of his court, he didn't see humanity as a weakness or flaw; he saw it as an aspect of the person he loved and therefore it was a beautiful thing.

Still...if he dated MC, his people, especially the more powerful ones in the Primordial Senate, would see them as the future second monarch and not all would approve of it being a human.

Diavolo felt he could face any backlash if it meant that he could be with MC...but could MC themself handle the deadly affair that was demonic politics?

Whenever they got too close or he started to feel like maybe, just maybe they could handle it together...his worries would just rush back and he'd abandon it all and ignore the feelings between them for a time.

Lucifer had his own concerns.

He had dedicated himself to his siblings long before they ever lived in the Devildom.

He also dedicated himself to Diavolo.

In the beginning, such dedication was in exchange for the help he gave his sister, but as time went on, he gave it because his cared for the other man, almost as strongly as his brothers.

This man defined himself by his responsibilities. Who he is, how he must live his life...

The man couldn't let himself do anything that could jeopardize it all.

It didn't help that he grow up in the Celestial realm either; up there, romantic feelings were seen as a sin.

He was fed various excuses about why over the millennia he spent up there, but what it all boiled down to was this: you were not allowed to love anyone more than Father.

Despite now knowing how ridiculous it all was now, it didn't stop the Avatar of Pride from feeling shame when such feelings sprouted up

And MC wasn't the only one to conjure such feelings within him.

For the last couple hundred years, he had held just as strong of feelings for Diavolo, though he kept them buried as far within himself as he could.

Whenever he tries doing the same with his feelings for MC however, they just float back up to the surface, causing his own cycle of back and forth with the human.

It made the demon guilty and in turn that guilt just sped up the cycle.

Eventually both men noticed how down the other seemed, leading to them both having a talk.

That's how they learned about the other's love for MC and their struggle within.

The two friends were able to soothe each others worries

Leading Diavolo to suggest that maybe the both of them could share MC?

Poly relationships are rather common in Devildom so for the prince, it seemed like the obvious choice.

Lucifer, who still had some hangups on love and relationships, wasn't fully sold on the idea at first, but relented.

I mean, if you have to share someone you love then the best scenario was to share them with someone that you trust

Or so his final thoughts on the matter were.

The two men apologized to MC and explained their struggles, telling them that they are ready for a relationship with them now, if they'll have the two men.

MC was rather shocked at the proposal, but so insanely happy!

After all, they get to be with both of the men they love so dearly 💕

At first, their relationship was a vee, but eventually the Avatar of Pride found himself confessing his feelings towards Diavolo as well.

The prince was surprised, but genuinely overjoyed!

In truth, he had held feelings for his friend longer than Luce has for him.

Diavolo even had a crush on him back when he was an angel.

Of course, Lucifer would never have reciprocated his feelings back then

And when Lucifer and his brothers moved to the Devildom, it didn't make things any easier for the prince confess to him either.

Something was always going on in the new demon's life, mainly his focus on his grief for his sister and the secret that he held for so long.

There was never a good time for Diavolo to confess in the past.

Now, everything has fallen into place so beautifully.

MC was very accepting of their boyfriends' feeling and had no issues with their vee turning into a triad.

It felt like life had truly fallen into place for the three and they were all so happy

Dynamics:

This triad has a beautiful balance going for them~

Lucifer is the planner and, as Dia and MC like to joke, the 'mother hen' of the three; he plans the bigger dates and vacations, the ones that are scheduled weeks, sometimes months in advance.

The pride demon is secretly a big worrywart, but he insists that he just likes being prepared and that's why he always has three back up plans in case something changes or wrongs during the dates.

Diavolo does some planning, but in truth, most of his dates are spur-of-the-moment types.

Somedays, work gets too stressful or overwhelming so he'll sneak out to go see his partners and they find something to do together.

Luce always scold him when he does this, but in truth, he himself needs a break from work as well so what better excuse to put his pen down than his boyfriend stopping in?

MC and Dia like playing this game where they see who can make Lucifer blush first and it drives the man crazy each time.

In truth, a big part of this relationship is Dia and MC teasing Luce till he finally snaps and gets them back.

It's a cute mix. Lucifer is always so serious, but his partners are so playful and use that shared trait to break down their boyfriend's walls and get him to relax.

These two are one of Luce's biggest frustrations, but they are a good frustration and he loves them more than he feels he could ever express.

Things aren't always easy for this triad though.

Dia's previous worries about Devildom's politics still come to light; not every demon is okay with their realm's prince dating both a former angel and a human after all.

Dia and Luce do their best to shield MC from the harshest parts of it all, but the human knows how badly they are being judged.

Still, the three love each other so strongly that such issues could never separate them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci #obey me poly!mc #poly!dialuci