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hikarry · 4 months

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So, I was rewatching season 1 and got stuck in that scene between Shadwell and Aziraphale in the bookshop.

What if Aziraphale never stepped into the circle? What if the fire never really happened?

Imagine:

Shadwell is lost in his shenanigans, ready to banish Aziraphale to whatever place witchfinders banish witches, and Aziraphale is slowly walking backward.

"Oh, but this is utterly ridiculous." He stops on his tracks, looking Shadwell in the eye. "I'm sorry, good man, but I have no time for whatever silliness is happening right now. If you don't mind, I have an Armageddon to stop." Aziraphale snaps his fingers, and Shadwell disappears, reapearing a few streets over at the other side of Soho. There surely he wouldn't get in the way.

Careful not to step on the active circle, Aziraphale leaves the bookshop and flags down the first cab he sees. The driver stops right in front of the bookshop, and he gets in, giving him Crowley's address in Mayfair.

The last time he called, the demon was home, so that's exactly where Aziraphale hoped he remained. With a bit of luck, he hadn't left for Alpha Centauri... Now that he thought about it, he mentioned having an old friend over? As far as he knew, he himself was the only friend Crowley had, so that statmebt now sounded like a load of nonsense. But whatever. He just needed to speak with Crowley, old friend present or not. Heaven clearly wanted the war to happen, and he had been naive to think they would see reason. The only chance the Earth had of surviving now was the angel and Crowley. He could only pray it wasn't too late and Crowley wasn't gone. He knew where the Anti-Christ was, after all. They could stop this!

When the cab stopped on the street of Crowley's building, Aziraphale paid his fare and threw a quick blessing in the driver's direction for his speed and efficiency before crossing the street and entering the complex.

He had been to Crowley's flat once or twice in the last 20 years. All he had to do was go through the entrance, get on the lift to the last floor, and walk down the corridor towards the last door. And that's exactly what he did, always fiddling with his fingers in a show of the nervous energy that seemed to take over him. They were running out of time. The end of the world would occur any minute now, and Crowley needed to be home. They still had to drive all the way to Tadfield's airbase, and the clock was tickling rather ominously inside his head.

Finally in front of the door to Crowley's flat, he knocked. A few seconds passed with no response, and he decided to knock again, stronger now, but he got exactly the same result.

Aziraphale looked around the hallway, taking a deep breath and smoothing his waistcoat, considering his options.

"Crowley?" He ended up knocking again. "Crowley, we need to talk!" Silence. "I know you're cross with me after our last conversation, but you were right. I talked to the Metatron. And they want the war. As I told you on the phone, I know where the antichrist is, and it would be very nice of you if you opened the door so we could get a wiggle on and stop the Apocalypse." Once again, he was met with silence.

Was it possible? Did Crowley actually leave for Alpha Centauri? He was here minutes ago! He couldn't have left already, right?

Oh, bless it all. He wasn't going to waste any more time.

With a final deep breath, Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and the door unlocked. He opened it slightly, peering inside.

"Crowley? I'm sorry If I'm intruding but this matter is rather urgent." All he got in return was silence. Not a single noise from the demon himself or the so called old friend.

He pushed the remainder of the door open and stepped inside, silently closing it behind him. He looked at the living room, but it was empty of any living soul, apart from the plants on the far wall.

"Crowley?"

Aziraphale called again, now walking towards the office to the left. The door was slightly ajar already, so he spied inside. It looked empty, but he walked in regardless, almost stepping on a pile of goo right there in front of the floor.

"What the...?" He looked down, stepping over the weird substance.

It smelled weirdly of sulfur and...was that Holy Water?

His head snapped to the desk, where he found the thermos he had given Crowley back in the 60s, the cap unscrewed by its side.

Suddenly, he felt his heart stop, and his veins turn into ice. His body gave an involuntary step back away from the smudge, his back hitting the throne as he lifted a now trembling hand to cover his mouth.

No. This couldn't be happening. He would-! Crowley certainly wouldnt-!

A sob escaped his throat as his whole body started shaking.

Oh lord. This was a nightmare. It could only be a nightmare. This wasn't real. Couldn't possibly be real.

Oh Crowley...

Aziraphale's legs failed him, and he ended up on the floor, back leaning against the side of the ridiculous throne Crowley liked so much. Not that he would like anything ever again because he was gone. Crowley was gone. And it was Aziraphale's fault. He was the one who gave him the cursed thermos against his better judgment. And now all his fears were laid bare right in front of his eyes.

Another sob escaped him and he let the heartache take charge, spilling warm tears down his cheeks.

Crowley was gone. The Apocalypse was coming and Crowley was gone. Not to Alpha Centauri but actually gone. Utterly destroyed. And all that remained of his best friend was an unidentifiable goo. Not a trace of Crowley remained.

He hugged himself, hanging his head low, letting the tears fall on his crossed arms and allowing the wretched sobs to take over. He couldn't bear to look at it a second longer. The smell of sulfur and Holy Water was starting to get nauseating.

Well, contrary to popular belief, Crowley was actually very much alive, speeding through the streets on London in the direction of the bookshop. He parked in his usual place and snapped his finger to open the doors of the building.

"Aziraphale?" He looked around, quickly spotting the active circle. Lifting an eyebrow above his sunglasses, he carefully walked towards it, still searching for any trace of the angel. "Aziraphale, are you here?"

The circle was still active with holy energy, so no one had actually stepped through it, and Aziraphale was clearly not in the bookshop, so where could he possibly be?

With a sigh, Crowley turned around and went back to the Bentley. He drove around Soho for a bit, trying to spot some blond curls in the crowd but falling short of success.

"Aziraphale, where the bloody hell are you?" He muttered to himself, carefully scanning the streets, until he gave up, changing his course back to Mayfair.

He needed to regroup. Without knowing where Aziraphale was and without the information on the antichrist he apparently had, Crowley needed to think.

He made his way back to his flat without paying much attention. When he noticed, he was already unlocking the door with his key and stepping inside. And, as soon as he did so, he heard it. Sobs coming from the office. That was...bizarre. Could it be Hastur? Had he figured out a way to leave the answering machine, and now he was crying over Ligur? Crowley almost laughed at himself with such a thought. Hastur? Crying? Now, that would be a sight he would pay to see.

Still, in the name of caution, he slowly made his way to the office, trying to be as silent as possible, when he quickly spotted the angel he had been looking for throught the wide open door, sitting on the floor besides the throne, arms around himself and face hidden while his whole body shook and heartbreaking sobs escaped his vocal chords.

Carefully and confused, he approached, stopping short of the door.

"...Angel?"

Aziraphale's head snapped up, staring at him with wide eyes, his face marked by tears.

"...Crowley?"

"Yeah." He slowly walked his way to the angel, careful not to step on Ligur, squatting in front of him. "Are you alright? What happened?"

He was still staring at him with clear confusing in his eyes, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly until he finally appeared to have found his voice again:

"You-! The-!" Aziraphale's body trembled, looking over Crowley's shoulder and then back at the demon. "You...you're gone!"

Crowley raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"I just went to the bookshop searching for you, but when I arrived you weren't there already." Aziraphale shook his head, some more tears escaping his eyes along with a single sob. "Hey, hey." Crowley placed his hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. "What's-?" And then that's when it suddenly clicked inside his head. He looked up at the empty thermos on his desk and back over his shoulder to what remained of Ligur. "Oh, Aziraphale. No, no, no." His hands moved up to Aziraphale's face, forcing him to look up at him, his thumb brushing away some of the new tears running down his face. It burned considerably; angel tears were holy water after all, but right now, that wasn't his focus. "That's Ligur. I used the holy water to make a trap for him and Hastur when they came to take me." He brushes his thumb through Aziraphale's trembling lips, leaning in closer. "That's not me, angel. I'm alright."

Aziraphale sniffed, trying to regain control of himself, but failing miserably.

"I-I thought you were dead. I thought you had used the Holy Water. I thought-"

"Shhh." Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel, leaning his face against his, pulling him into an embrace. They had never hugged before, so it felt a bit strange. Awkward even. "I'm right here. That's not me." The angel grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer, burying his face on the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths. "Yeah, that's it. Breathe." He ran his hand through his curls, trying to soothe him. "Everything is alright. I'm right here."

After a while, Aziraphale finally calmed down and moved away, just enough to be able to look at Crowley's face. For a moment or two, they just stared at each other. Aziraphale's red rimmed blue eyes looking right at Crowley's yellow ones; his sunglasses had ended up on his head at some point. The angel's eyes slipped down to the demon's lips for a second and Crowley's licked them involuntarily, before his gaze went back to his eyes.

"You were right." Crowley tilted his head in confusion. "I talked to the Metraton. They want the war to happen...The Anti-Christ..." Aziraphale mumbled those last words.

"Right." Crowley stared down at Aziraphale for a couple more seconds before getting up, offering his hand to the angel to help him do the same. "You said you knew where he was?"

#alas Aziraphale and crowley got away from me once again #this was supposed to be a short lil thing but instead i created a monster #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley

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ghost-bxrd · 14 days

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PROMPT

Jason - in any AU - after the League brainwashing, is in full Red Hood mode and about to storm Gotham to put his plan into motion.

Only, due to some shenanigan or the other, a dimension shift happens, and Jason finds himself in an alternate timeline - one where Bruce did kill the Joker.

In that timeline, Jason's death convinces Bruce and Dick to ditch the no-kill rule. They basically adopt Red Hood's ideology - if you are a killer, you don't deserve to live. Let the punishment fit the crime.

After all, Joker isn't all that special when you come to it. There are plenty of Rogues with a similar kill count. So once they have killed him, why hold back on the others?

Commissioner Gordon can no longer afford to turn a blind eye to the vigilantes. Not now that they have started to kill. The Bats lose their ability to coordinate with the GCPD.

Batman burned down Arkham. He allowed the staff to get out, and stopped anyone from going in to rescue people.

Poison Ivy tried to go in there to save Harley who was within. Batman let her go in, but blocked the exits after. Anyone who was out of Arkham at the time is killed brutally.

Nightwing is shot dead by GCPD.

The shots are fired by corrupt cops, but the 'bring the bats in by all means' order was issued by Gordon. Bruce loses what little restraint he had, kills the officers responsible, and anyone who tried to keep him from them.

Catwoman doesn't kill, so Batman doesn't kill her. But she is still a criminal and cannot be allowed to continue. He cripples her.

Rogues no longer surrender or hold back. They all know they are doomed, so no more holding back. Civilian casualties exponentially increase as the battles become deadlier. Cops are shooting at Rogues, Bats, and civilians who are at the wrong place, wrong time.

Gotham is a war zone. New Rogues keep popping up. Mostly people who have lost loved ones or livelihoods in the Bat rampage, and now have nothing left to lose.

When Damian arrives, Bruce finds in the young assassin a suitable Robin.

The image of superheroes in general take a plunge. One group has already started to kill, people say. What is to stop Superman or Wonder Woman from doing the same next?

JLA tries to stop Batman, but is hit by brutal contingency plans. That also causes major collateral damage. People are starting to agree with Luthor - superheroes are too dangerous. They should no longer be allowed to take the law into their hands. Anti-Meta legislations and protests begin.

It is in this point that Red Hood enters. Jason is horrified by what is happening, by the realization the no-kill rule exists for a reason.

He ends up joining the Resistance in Gotham - led by Tim, Stephanie, Duke - against Batman. He is struggling against his own mental issues, and trying to talk Bruce down, though it is too late for that.

Basically a role reversal of the UtRH argument. Jason has to think up reasons to talk Batman down, finds himself picking holes in his own ideology.

It is after that experience where Jason actually returns to the Canon (for me Wayne Family Adventures is my canon, please let Bruce be a good dad) Timeline...

Geez that’s… that’s dark. I‘m pretty sure I saw a fic onxe that had a similar premise.

But at least Jason probably goes straight home once he‘s back in his canon universe

#jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin

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cyberpunkgyu · 8 months

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Power of Love - C.YJ

pairing: flirty yeonjun x cold at first (anti-love?) fem reader!

genre: school drama, angst, fluff (5k words!)

warnings: cursing, strict (a bit toxic and controlling) mom, panic attack (?), not proofread (let me know if there are more)

inspired by true beauty (soojin), all of us are dead, and penthouse.

this is the longest fic i've written :0 let me know what you think!

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yeonjun thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

he is aware of your cold demeanor. although that didn’t stop him from wanting to get to know you. he told himself that he would make you his, no matter how hard that is. he is up for the challenge.

you are the school president, having to organize and deal with events, being a member of the opera, and having clubs that you are part of in addition. you have a lot in your hands, so stuff like having crushes or a boyfriend isn’t in your dictionary. there are things you need to prioritize in your life, such as graduating high school, getting into your dream university, and traveling the world. you have a lot of dreams that you want to accomplish, and you weren’t going to let anyone distract you from that, or so you thought.

currently, you were taking some books you needed for your next class in your locker, humming softly to yourself, having your headphones blasting your favorite playlist. closing it, what you weren’t expecting is the famous player, choi yeonjun, behind the locker door, making you flinch, the books in your arms falling down.

huh, how cliche.

you let out an annoyed sigh, kneeling down to grab the books that fell down, as well as the papers that slipped out from it. yeonjun quickly did the same, grabbing them hurriedly. good job yeonjun, way to go.

he stood up before you but held onto your stuff. “give me those.” you tried taking them from his arms but he stepped back, an innocent smile on his face. “well hello to you too, pres.” you let out a soft sigh, forcing a smile on your face. you do not have time for his shenanigans.

yeonjun was wearing a gray jacket on top of his uniform, his favorite headphones around his neck, his hair blue (which he dyed recently), and his usual double small hoop earrings.

“can i please have those?” you asked, keeping your composure, stepping forward closer to the boy and about to grab your stuff once again but he refuses.

“nope! i’ll carry them for you. we have the same class next don’t we?” he turned around and started to walk, much quicker than you as his legs were very long. he stopped when he saw you still standing by your locker, tilting his head cutely.

“you wouldn’t want to be late do you?” smirking, he continued walking, making you groan. what is he up to? a new target perhaps? with no choice, you start to walk after yeonjun, your mary janes clicking on the tiled floor of the hallways.

students gossiped with each other as they saw you and yeonjun walking together (finally being able to catch up with him). “woah, yeonjun and yn. two people i’d never thought i’d see together,” “she’s probably yeonjun’s new target,” and “are they a thing?”

placing your books on your desk, your friend, karina watching your small interaction with yeonjun. “here you go, gorgeous.” he winked before walking towards the back of the room, sitting on his seat.

you shook your head and sat down on your seat which was located at the front next to karina. “what was that?” karina whispered, leaning forward by the edge of her desk to look at you, a playful smile displayed on her lips.

“nothing important.” you said nonchalantly, organizing the books in front of you, placing them on the edge before you wrote stuff on your planner, ignoring karina’s stare.

“do you think love is an important part of life?” the prompt on the board pops up, any students now express their opinions.

you raised your hand first (something everyone expects), “yn.” ms. sakura, your philosophy teacher, nods at you.

“i think love is imporant, yes, however, it is not the most important thing in life. love can destroy things in your life, it can prevent you from doing things you really want in life. love can make things worse. your happiness can be found in much better ways, not just with love.” your tone was bland, expressing what you truly feel about that word. love isn’t real anyways.

“i disagree with that,” you heard a familiar voice, making you turn your body a bit, watching yeonjun stand up, his hands behind his back. “i think love is the most important thing in life. no matter how hard life can be, love can keep you moving. you can do a lot of things by yourself, yes. however, it is much more fulfilling to accomplish something with your loved one by your side, supporting you. love is a very powerful thing that can keep you going.”

“wow. good job yeonjun. great words, you should definitely participate more,” you huffed softly, sitting back down, clenching your first on your lap under your desk. “good job too, yn.” ms. sakura smiled softly at you before picking other students.

love? the most important thing in life? what a joke. love is a fucking joke and doesn’t exist.

you were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice yeonjun staring at you from behind.

your heart beats loudly in your ears, watching as your mother frustratedly looks at you from the piano.

“dear, focus! we’ve been here for a whole hour, and you can’t get that one note right?” you closed your eyes for a second. “you have a competition in a week, you need to get this right.”

“again.” you let out a sign and began singing the chorus after hearing her start the piano, which felt like the 100th time already, holding your head up high.

your mother is a perfectionist and competitive. she wants and needs everything in her life to be perfect, including you, her only child. she wants you to always be on top of everyone, to be the best, to be perfect.

she is the only family member you have left, after your dad left for another woman. she tried giving you everything she thought was best. she would schedule everything for you, such as tutoring, enrolling you in additional classes outside of school, and other things that you thought weren't even important. she controlled pretty much everything, but she forgot to give you her affection, and spend time with you without raising her voice.

what seems like forever, you finally finish your practice, quickly walking into your room. you exhaled, pressing your back on your bedroom door after you got inside, wiping the tear that just dropped down your cheek. you sat down on your bed, grabbing the teddy bear that was by your pillows, pressing it on your chest, hugging it tightly. a hug would be nice. but, hugging your small teddy bear was the closest thing that can give you comfort.

you spent the rest of your night by yourself, preparing for another day.

yeonjun had been consistent, determined to win your heart. so for the next few weeks, he has done everything just to talk to you or get your attention.

he would find ways during classes to flirt with you, making your roll your eyes. during chemistry class, he would always help you carry things around, and would take over the lab when it became “dangerous” as yeonjun would say.

he always insisted to carry your books to your classes together, and you can’t even say no because he’d walk quickly away, and you have no choice but to follow him.

there was also a time you walked to your first class and you got startled when yeonjun started to sing to you while playing the guitar, your classmates going along with him, clapping their hands with the beat.

he would always compliment or praise you, either how pretty you look or saying “good job” when you get an A on a paper or exam.

although you kept scolding him or rolling your eyes at him, he never gave up, and that actually persuade him even more.

as soon as you stepped in the school building, you were blocked by yeonjun with that stupid smirk on his face. it’s as if it was on default.

“morning gorgeous!” you passed by him but he quickly catches up to you. “i bought a ticket for your opera performance by the way, are you excited for it?”

you kept walking, letting everyone go from one ear to another, walking to your first class. unfortunately he was in most of your classes, now having to deal with him bothering you.

sitting on your seat, you quickly organized your desk. as you were about to write on your planner, a very familiar beverage is placed on the corner of your desk, looking up to see yeonjun smiling down at you.

confused, you glanced down at the strawberry milk, which is your favorite drink that you always get from the cafeteria. “what is this for?” you looked back up at him, your brows pushed together.

“for you.” he said, as if it was obvious. your classmates glanced at you two.

“well you don’t need to buy that for me. i can do that myself.” you said with a monotone voice, looking back down to write on your planner, updating the things you need to do and have finished.

“well, i’m not taking it back. so you either drink it or throw it away. your choice, pres.”

he walked to his seat, looking from behind you.

what is this guy even up to? you looked back at him for a moment, him already staring back at you before giving you a wink, making you scoff.

staring at the strawberry milk that you held, you contemplate whether what to do with it. i mean, it would be a waste to throw it, and plus, it’s already mine. you thought.

how did he even know what your favorite drink was?

something not many knew about the yeonjun is he had always been attentive, noticing a lot of things from his surroundings. so when he noticed how you’d always buy a strawberry milk from the cafeteria’s vending machine, he kept that in mind. it’s not creepy okay! just the dude admiring you from afar. totally not creepy.

“yeonjun really seems to like you.” karina looked down at the strawberry milk then back at you, laughing softly to herself as you struggled deciding.

shaking you head, “pretty sure he flirts with everyone. he is titled the school player.”

you two were seating on the bench by the rooftop, under the big tree that protected you from the heat. it was breezy at the rooftop which you liked. the cafeteria for some reason made you feel suffocated, not liking how everyone is near one another.

twisting the cap of the bottled beverage, you then took a gulp. you let out a content sigh, admiring the view. though you stayed at the rooftop for lunch everyday, you never got sick of it. you felt relax and free.

“do you not think he’s cute?”

you’d lie if you said no. yeonjun is probably one of the most attractive people you’ve seen. his fierce eyes, cute nose, and his pretty pouty lips. but you can’t seem to admit that. “he’s average.” you lied, taking another sip from your drink.

“pres?” you closed the beverage, the guy that gave it to you now in front of you, then nodding at karina to acknowledge her presence.

“speaking of.” karina mumbled, suddenly grabbing her bag, standing up. “i remember i have something to do for another class, so i’ll leave you two. bye!”

“wait, rina!” you called out, watching her leave the rooftop, sighing to yourself

a smirk on his face. stupid smirk. “i see you decided to drink that strawberry milk i gave you.” a smirk on his face. stupid smirk.

“why are you everywhere?” your tone annoyed, glaring at him. why can’t this guy just leave you alone even for just one second?

“okay, i’m just here to give you a deal.”

you tilted your head, watching the guy suddenly become… nervous?

“go on a date with me.” there was a second of silence and you just staring back at him. of course he expected your response.

“no.” you stood up, grabbing your belongings.

“what. hold on, i’m not done yet.” he pouts, trying to give you puppy eyes. he did look adorable- gosh yn what are you saying?!

he followed you like a puppy as you walked towards the elevator, a pout forming on his lips when you ignored him, deciding to take the elevator of the building instead.

“do you really think i’m mid?” huh, so he was eavesdropping.

you stepped in the elevator, not even being able to close it on the boy as he kept close, following you inside. he’s like a baby duck following momma duck, and he looked exactly like one.

“pres.” he kept calling you out, making your roll your eyes. you looked up at the boy, smiling down on you.

“do you have nothing to do with your life that you keep bothering people?” you scolded, crossing your arms as you waited for the elevator to go down to the first floor, which seemed like forever.

“no, i just want to get to know you.” he said, his eyes remaining on you. yeonjun is someone who aren’t afraid to say what he truly feels, although you weren’t convinced.

“yeah, right. don’t you say that to every girl you see?” you snicker, shaking your head.

“no. i’m serious- oh shit!” he held onto the side railing of the elevator as it shook, the light starting to flicker. his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as you almost fell down, your hands fisting on his uniform, keeping yourself balanced.

you were breathing loudly, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. this is literally your nightmare. out of all the times this damn elevator has to malfunction.

“oh my god.” you breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, a habit you do when you feel stress, such as when your mother screaming at you for not doing good enough.

yeonjun has been pressing the emergency button, still holding you. his eyes went on you, seeing your panicked expression. “pres? yn?” he gently shook you. you looked so pale it made him worry, sweat starting to form on your forehead.

“hey, look at me.” his free hand placed on your cheek as his arm remained on your waist, finally seeing you open your eyes.

your eyes stared back at yeonjun’s, his thumb stroking your cheek. surprisingly, that slowly started to calm you down. “you’re alright, i got you.” a reassuring smile on his face. how is he good at this?

so you do have things you’re afraid of. he thought to himself. this is the first time he has seen your vulnerable state, and all he wanted to do was hold you and protect you.

the elevator stopped moving, but you kept your hold on him. “i’ll call just call beomgyu to tell someone that we got stuck here.” he was about to let go of you but you grabbed his hand, wanting him to keep holding you somehow.

“keep holding me... please.” he nodded with no hesitation, holding your hand in his as his other hand grabbed his phone from his pocket, pressing under his recent contact.

“beom, can you tell a teacher or someone that i got stuck in the elevator, i’m with yn.” his eyes remained on you as you were in your own thoughts, not noticing how tight your grip was on him. “yeah. hurry up.” he hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket.

he gently tugged on your hand, making you look up at him. “let’s sit down, it might take a bit for them to fix it.”

you complied, both of you sitting down on the carpeted floor, his hold on your hand remained. you have also grabbed your phone with your free hand, messaging karina.

yeonjun was softly smiling at you, glancing down at your intertwined hands. he ignored the butterflies in his stomach, gulping.

“you okay?” he asked you sincerely, giving your hand a squeeze.

“yeah. sorry you had to see me like that.” you were looking down and it was very new for yeonjun to see. shaking his head, he placed your hand that he held on his cheek.

“you don’t have to apologize for that.” you felt your heart soften. maybe you judged him a bit too much. he was the only one who has comforted you like that, an actual person and not just the teddy bear that you sleep with.

the elevator soon started to operate, indicating it had been fixed, and both of you stood up. the numbers decreased, moving down to the first floor. once it opened, it revealed beomgyu, karina, the elevator repairers, and students who were just curious from behind them (or probably to gossip).

letting go of yeonjun’s hand, you smiled at karina who hugged you, asking how you were while yeonjun went to beomgyu who patted his back.

you and yeonjun looked at each other at the same time, giving him a soft smile. “thank you, yeonjun.” you sincerely told him, karina and beomgyu glancing at the two of you. both of them can see how different you acted. karina, someone who has never seen you look so relaxed and calm, knew it was the moment you finally start to open up.

you and karina left the building first, then beomgyu turned to yeonjun who was watching you walk out. the way yeonjun looked at you was very different. it was genuine, not in a flirty way. yeonjun didn’t even realize he was smiling to himself.

the next few days has been chaotic. it was the last week for you to practice, and you need to do everything right.

you were able to get through the weekday, and that’s because of yeonjun.

the guy has been placing stuff on your desk with a sticky note on it.

monday: “are you ready for your performance on saturday? wishing you all the luck!”

here’s your favorite drink :)

tuesday: “i was walking to school and saw a cute maltese dog, it reminded me of you.”

wednesday: “halfway there! also, i know this is not strawberry milk. i searched ‘best drink for singing’ on google and it said herbal teas are good. so i got some from nearby cafe. hope it’s alright!”

don’t worry, strawberry milk will be back next week :)

thursday: “kinda heard you practice yesterday, and you definitely have nothing to worry about! i honestly thought i was in heaven, because you sounded so angelic.”

friday: “you must be nervous, huh? but i know you got this. i’ll be there tomorrow to cheer you on!”

i’m sick, that’s why i can’t attend school today. i got the stupid flu. but i told beomgyu to bring these to you. don’t worry about me, i’m doing everything to speed my recovery!”

you haven’t interacted with yeonjun as much because of how busy you were, even during lunch you stayed in for practice, just having a quick meal to fill you up, wanting to have more time for practice. though he understands.

you were able to have quick conversations a bit before class starts and during passing period. it was an odd thing for everyone to see you two interact, but you didn’t care.

monday, he asked if you were feeling better, which you replied with a yes, and he was relieved to hear that. that was what your conversation was about, not knowing what else to say to each other.

tuesday, yeonjun got you not just a strawberry milk, but also a flower that seemed like he picked from someone’s garden, making you laugh softly to yourself. when you would look at him during class, he would always send you a wink.

wednesday, yeonjun not only got you a herbal tea (which you actually really enjoyed), but it also came with a sandwhich. it warmed your heart. no one has ever done that for you.

thursday, he still got you that herbal tea with a blueberry muffin. you now couldn’t wait to go to school, always looking forward for what he has for you.

it is now friday, the day before your performance. you were extra nervous for some reason.

you went on with your day, except yeonjun wasn’t there, missing his absence. you didn’t even realize how much of an impact yeonjun had on you.

he still had something for you even though he wasn’t there, but you now realized that it wasn’t the herbal tea or a new food item that came with it that you were looking forward to, it was him. it was him that makes you excited to go to school.

the last class soon ended and you quickly gathered your belongings before walking up to beomgyu’s desk. “uh, hey. beomgyu?” he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows before giving a smile.

“hey, yeonjun’s girl.” he teased, the nickname making your stomach flip.

“um, do you think i can get yeonjun’s number?”

you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, having a hard time deciding how to message yeonjun. you would type then press delete. why is this so hard?

sighing to yourself, you then thought of something else. what if you just call him? maybe that’s a good idea.

before thinking, you pressed call, you breathed out nervously.

“hello?”

yeonjun’s voice was very raspy and low, soon hearing sniffles from the other end.

“uh. hey.” you started off, taking your teddy bear to your lap and started to play with its ear.

a gasp left his mouth, hearing shuffling. “pres!” the name made you smile immediately, humming to him. “beomgyu told me he gave you my number, so i’ve been waiting for a text. but hey, this is even better because i get to hear you.”

“i just wanted to ask how you are now? how did you even get the flu?” you laid down, putting your phone on speaker before hugging your teddy bear tightly.

“i’m feeling a bit better now. i’ve been drinking a lot of water and some medicine. i think i got this from my friend soobin, when we shared a drink. i didn’t know he was sick.”

“you have to be careful yeonjun.” you lightly scolded, making him laugh for some reason.

there’s the yn he knows. “i know, i know.”

“well, what about you?” he asked, before he coughed, feeling his throat tingling.

“are you okay? maybe i can just call once you’re better-”

shaking his head, then realized you couldn’t see him. “no. please, i want to hear you. i want to hear about your practice and stuff. how you’re feeling.”

you grinned widely, “i’m okay. kind of nervous actually, but i should be fine.” yeonjun felt happy that you were open about what you were feeling.

“are you-” you started, but cut yourself off. what you wanted to ask was if he’d still go to your performance tomorrow, but you didn’t want to be selfish. he’s sick, so of course you knew he’d most likely stay at home to rest during the weekend.

“what it is?” his voice into a whisper.

“nothing. you should go rest now and sleep. i should probably do that too.”

“yes, of course. good luck tomorrow. you’re good, so you have nothing to worry about. you’re going to kill your performance, i know it.”

“thanks. well, night yeonjun.”

“night, gorgeous.”

surprisingly, you slept well that night with a soft smile on your face.

you woke up in such a good mood that you didn’t notice you were smiling walking in the dining room till your mother pointed it out.

"morning, mom." you greeted her, kissing her on the cheek, something you do every day.

"you seem in a good mood today, darling." she said as she had her cup of coffee, tilting her head at you.

your smile slowly faded, sitting down on your seat which was right next to hers, breathing out softly.

"just excited for later." you watched as the maid started to prepare your meal, placing a glass of water before a bowl of your favorite food, a hot steaming congee was placed in front of you. you looked down at it with a bewildered expression.

you haven't even had congee in a long time, and it was something your mom always made you to comfort you, either when you got sick or feeling down. however, she did stop that after your dad left.

"i made some for you earlier. i know it's been a while since i cooked congee, i know it's your favorite. i hope it still tastes the same."

you felt her hand find yours under the table, making your heart soften. "i know i have been hard on you these past weeks, well, in these past years that is. but, i want to let you know i was just trying to do what's best for you. although i think the way i'm treating you these past years has been... not the best and i want to change that."

it seemed like she was struggling with her words, looking up at her. "well, i do have to go now, but I'll see you tonight at the venue." she gave your hand a squeeze before she got up to leave.

you blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. it felt a bit weird, but it also felt nice. you scooped some congee on your spoon, eating it happily, a smile back on your face.

it seems like yeonjun became your good luck charm.

the venue filled up pretty quickly, recognizing a lot of students, parents, as well as opera enthusiasts. all performers busy behind stage, some having their makeup touched up, some practicing, and some just waiting for their performance.

you were currently peaking through the curtain by the stage, your eyes scanning the crowd. you were looking for a specific someone, but you knew that won't happen. you can't help but feel a bit upset, but you knew he had a reason for not being there.

you did see karina with her parents and little younger brother, as well as your mother, which you felt grateful for.

“ready everyone!”

you all went to your places, letting out an exhale, the show soon began.

the show felt so quick, everyone doing their parts flawlessly. it felt so surreal being on stage, the spotlight being on you, singing your heart out. you had always been good at singing, although the way you sung was different. it was full of emotions and it was because now, you have a muse.

a wide smile displayed on your face as you finished the show off, soon hearing cheering and whistling, people standing up from their seats. all performers then held hands, bowing to the audience before the curtain closed.

“oh my gosh! you did so good, i’m so proud of you.” karina engulfed you with a hug before giving you a bouquet of flower, smiling excitedly at you.

“thank you rina, i appreciate you coming here.” you said genuinely, smiling at her before glancing behind you.

looking around, you mother smiled softly at you, slowly opening her arms. without hesitation, you quickly walked up to her, hugging her tightly, something you’ve been wanting to do.

“i’m so proud of you, darling. i knew you’d do amazing. phenomenal.”

she stroked your hair, holding you so gently. “thank you, mom.”

“i ordered a lot of food at home. you can definitely invite karina and any of your friends. you deserve to celebrate.” your mom glanced at karina, smiling at her before back at you.

karina walked up to get closer to you, before taking your hand. “is it okay if i steal her for a moment? i have a surprise to show her. i can’t really wait to show it to her.”

“of course, dear. i’ll just wait in the car. here, i’ll take care of karina’s bouquet for you.” you handing her the bouquet before looking at karina, raising your brows before excusing yourself, following the girl.

she led you to a garden, which you were not aware of, looking around in awe. it was full of flowers, different types and different colors. you looked back at her, “you know you don’t have to give me anything.” you smiled softly.

she shook her head before letting go of your hand. “just wait here, okay?” she turned around and left before you could even say anything, leaving you alone in the garden.

there was a water fountain in the middle, and a few benches surrounding it. you took a coin from your purse, standing in front of the fountain, deciding to entertain yourself while you wait for your friend. closing your eyes, you quietly wished to yourself before you opened your eyes, throwing the coin it, hearing a splash. you also then hear quiet footsteps, assuming it was karina, making you turn around.

“i knew you’d kill it.”

yeonjun stood in front of you, just a couple steps away. he has a black mask on, wearing a blue and white thin striped button up long sleeve with a tie, a black pants that paired with it. he looked so handsome even when he had a mask on. you quickly noticed the bouquet of flowers her had, along with a familiar drink, of course your favorite, strawberry milk.

it seemed like everything overwhelmed you, tears starts to form in your eyes.

yeonjun had made such a big impact in your life, he doesn’t even know it. what he didn’t know is you started to form feelings when he gave you that strawberry milk. every day after that, he would be always be in your mind. you even dreamed about him one time, which is something you will never tell him, knowing he’ll tease you about it.

you always thought love isn’t real, but that definitely has changed. this man changed that.

you can’t help but run up to him, wrapping your arms around him, feeling him stumble a bit. “you missed me that much?” he laughed softly, his voice was still a bit raspy, wrapping his arms around you, holding the bouquet in one hand.

your face buried in his chest, not wanting to let go. “i thought you wouldn’t be able to make it. aren’t you still sick though?” you pulled your head a bit to look up at him, seeing him staring back at you. you knew he was smiling even with the mask on because of his eyes.

“just a little bit. i only have a cold now, and just a little bit of cough,” he patted your head softly, “and i needed to come. i had to see you perform. i knew how hard you’d been practicing.”

you were listening to him intently, your eyes full of love, sparkling through the night. you knew you wanted him to be part of your life, to have him meet your mother, for him to be there next to you.

“be my boyfriend.” you whispered, watching as his eyes widened, being caught off guard. he let go of you and just looked at you shockingly.

“wait, what? really?” he smiled, his nose scrunching behind his mask. “oh my gosh.” he placed down the bouquet on the bench nearby him before running up to you, picking you up from the ground, feeling yourself being swirled around.

you giggled, your arms around his neck, closing your eyes. you felt you were on top of the world.

“holy shit. am i dreaming?” he put you down back on your feet, his palms caressing your cheeks.

“so it that a yes or a no?” you jokingly said, laughing softly.

“of course! yes!” he said, the smile never leaving his face. “damn. i wish i could kiss you right now. this flu came at the wrong time.”

without a warning, you pulled his mask down, now seeing his face. his face was a bit flushed, his cute duck lips pink and soft. pulling him by his tie, you smashed your lips on his, a soft gasp leaving his mouth.

he can’t help but kiss you back, his arms around you tightening, pulling you as close as possible.

“wait, you’re going to get sick.” he mumbled through your lips, slightly pulling away, his lips hovering over yours.

“then we can be sick together. i wouldn’t mind.” your hand went up to his face, your thumb stroking his bottom lip, feeling how plump it was.

yeonjun wasted no time and quickly brought his lips back to yours, “you have no idea how crazy you’re making me, pres.”

oh yeonjun, you don’t even know.

#yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun angst #yeonjun fluff #txt scenarios #txt imagines

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aro-in-danyl · 4 days

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Helluva ships - featuring Radioapple

Mammon does in fact tattle to Lucifer about Asmodeus and Fizz's relationship. Let's say the Helluva timeline lines up with Lucifer and Alastor getting closer sometime after season 1.

Lucifer doesn't know why Mammon bothered, even if Lucifer didn't have whatever was going on between him and Al -- he still wouldn't give a fuck. And he'd give even less of a fuck considering Mammon was still committing copyright infringement for his park, the audacity of that man was astronomical.

Still, Mammon calls a meeting to spill the tea because even he knows Lucifer is a hermit who does not keep up with the drama of Hell's so-called elite.

Asmosdeus finds out and therefore Blitzø finds out. So they all crash the meeting to give Mammon what-for. Fizz and Blitzø because they've never met Lucifer and think he's going to be pissed. Moxxie and Millie because Blitzø lied about where they were going and refused to let them leave. Stolas for moral support (and he's also never met the King, sue him, he's excited despite the circumstance) and Ozzie because he couldn't stop them so he might as well join them.

Following multiple very unnecessary pit-stops and shenanigans, they finally arrive at the palace---and it's too late.

Alastor has already kicked Mammon out and now he and Lucifer are doing paperwork, gossiping, and fighting over the (according to Alastor) tacky interior design of the palace.

The Helluva gang bust in (Blitzø is on a horse for some reason, he's very happy about this) and it's very anti-climatic.

Asmodeus: so you...don't care that I'm in love with an imp?

Lucifer, dad mode: You're in love? I'm so proud of you!

Blitzø: Just to be clear, I'm fucking this bird, there's nothing you can do about it

Lucifer: Okay??

Alastor: Darling, they think you care about hell's hierarchy

Lucifer: Oh! Yeah, uh-no. That'd be pretty hypocritical of me considering [gestures to Alastor]

The Helluva crew leave the palace once Lucifer and Alastor start bickering again looking like they've escaped a hurricane, wondering if they should be sending the King of Hell a 'Congratz on the Divorce' card.

Moxxie: ...does this mean we have two Kings now?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #helluba boss #fizzmodeus #fizzarolli #fizzarozzie #helluva boss blitz #stolas x blitz #helluva mammon #I mean I also think this could apply to Lucilith since she is technically a sinner #but people like Mammon and the elite are hypocrites so it didn’t even occur to them that Lucifer wouldn't care #also I'm really starting to come around to LilithxRosie so she also does not care about the hierarchy #the true reason Lucifer is king is bc all of the other sins treat Lucifer like their dad and all of hell misinterpreted it as him being king #Lucifer at some point: I don't care WHO started it-

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yoyo , can i rq an mc who always somehow is able to sneak away from the brothers no matter where they are ? and while the brothers are on their little rant about how mc shouldn’t run away , mc just wraps their arms around the brothers arm and just says ‘ now i can’t run away i guess ‘ or smth like that ?

Runaway MC!

It didn't matter where you were, at Hell's Kitchen, Majolish, RAD, purgatory hall, or even at the House of Lamentation itself, you always managed to put one under the brothers slipping away without them noticing until it was too late.

LUCIFER

Lucifer is a busy demon. He doesn't trust just anyone to help him take some load off of himself, but he does trust that you'd do tasks just as well as he did. So he often asks you to help him out with certain student council work.

It was fine at first since he only gave you light errands like staple papers or organize folders, but it was getting out of hand.

He had you doing full-on reports and essays by the time you finish all your own school work and chores.

Whenever there were student council meetings, he'd always ask you to stay behind to help out while the others go out to have some fun. You knew you were going to miss out if you agreed to help the first born, but it just wouldn't sit well with your conscience if you turned him down.

You didn't have the heart to reject him, but the others made it really hard for you to stand your ground.

Mammon would try to influence you to ditch Lucifer and student council work to go roam the streets of the Devildom with him.

The Anti-Lucifer League would try to kidnap you away and show you that leaving the first born would be way better.

This went on for quite a while until you gave in and started ditching Lucifer much like his brothers did. At this point you were doing it quite often already and the eldest wasn't very pleased with your behavior.

He tries to straighten you up by keeping you in the student council room, but somehow, and he doesn't even know how, you always manage to escape, following the footsteps of his brothers.

He will scold his brothers for being bad influences.

One particular day when you had only just managed to slip away from Lucifer's line of sight and with the others encouraging you from behind, you overhear his conversation with Diavolo.

"Why do you look so worried Lucifer? There isn't much paperwork today, we'll be done in no time!" Diavolo would try to cheer him up.

He would only sigh and admit that he was rather worried that you would end up like his brothers. He didn't want you, a model student, to be sucked into his troublemaker brothers' shenanigans.

And while the others made fun of him for it, making sure they weren't loud enough to be heard, you were moved with compassion for the demon.

You'd give the brothers a face of pity, making puppy eyes and pushing out your bottom lip. They knew just where you were going with that face. They knew that with your nature of course you'd have pity on their brother.

They planned to snatch you away before you even had the chance to scurry back into the student council room, but you were already gone. How in the Devildom are you getting away from demons so easily??

"MC, wait-!" they'd hastily try to grab you.

Inside the student council room you'd sneakily run towards Lucifer from behind and snuggle yourself soundly under his arm, wrapping it around you, over your shoulders.

He would be caught off-guard, and frankly a little flustered. And his pride would SKYROCKET when he figures out what was happening.

You chose HIM out of all his brothers. And they even tried stopping you and convincing you to stay, but you didn't. You chose to leave them for him. And it made him extremely happy.

You'd look at his brothers with a not-so-apologetic face and smile in Lucifer's hold. "Oh no guys~! Lucifer caught me this time, go on without me~!" You'd say in an almost teasing way and they'd all be jealous of their older brother once more.

MAMMON

It was fun going to Mammon's photoshoots for a while, but then it got boring.

You'd find yourself either wandering around the set, staring down at your D.D.D., or just letting your mind fly to wherever else but right there.

Of course he'd notice that you weren't as excited as you used to be when you first came to see him, and it makes him really upset.

Where's his "GO MAMMON! YOU LOOK AWESOME!" or his "I LIKE THAT ONE BEST ON YOU!" or the occasional "YOU ARE LITERALLY PERFECT!!"??? Why weren't you hyping him up like you used to? You weren't even looking at him anymore!

When he brings this up to you, complaining about your cold behavior, you'd just brush it off like it wasn't a big deal. I mean, you were there and that was enough to be supporting him, right? Well, that's what you thought.

He'd go on and on for ages about how you weren't paying him the attention he deserved. And maybe it was just because he was the Avatar of Greed, but he was craving for your attention a bit too much for your comfort.

So, while he was still barking off at you, you easily just slip away. You'd be laughing mischievously as you ran out the set room while he attempts to run out after you but fails when he's called to take more shoots.

This happens every time you get dragged along with him to shoots. Honestly, he starts to get cranky about it.

One day at his set, you take your eyes off of him for one second and he wasn't there anymore.

You ask around and managed to pinpoint his location to be in his dressing room, trying on another outfit.

Before you could barge in, you thought to knock, just in case he wasn't fully clothed yet. But you didn't get a chance to when you overheard him talking to... himself?

He was ranting about how you were ditching him so selfishly nowadays and that it didn't make him feel any better knowing that you were walking off to somewhere alone. HE was the one who brought you there and if anything happened to you because you were there, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

After eavesdropping on him for a few more minutes, you realize that he was actually on the D.D.D. with Levi. You figured that that monotone — "I don't care in the slightest what you have to say, go talk to someone else I'm busy" — voice could only be him.

As he comes out of the dressing room, still on his D.D.D., you pounce on him, wrapping your arms firmly around his abdomen, surprising him in the process.

"Oh no! The Great Mammon caught me once and for all!" You'd say, tightening your hug.

You'd be lucky if he didn't manage to overheat with what you just did to him.

Would be stuttering and Levi would get annoyed and just hang up. But Mammon couldn't care less anymore.

Would say that you were being a dummy because cLeArLY, you're the one who caught him completely off-guard and making him flustered because you are the absolute most adorable thing ever that he could just keep all for himself.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi go to Comic-con together for the first time ever and there are loads of other people there as well.

Despite being extremely excited to have a blast with you, Levi gets anxious that something might happen to you with all the people around.

He makes sure that you're always next to him. Or at least, near him so you don't get separated.

That didn't seem to be a problem at first since you two did plan to enjoy the event together. But then it started to get problematic when the two of you argue over where to go first, when to eat, and when to go to the bathroom, because unlike him who was used to going hours and hours long without taking a bathroom break cooped up in his room, you were a human being and you could not handle it.

The two of you managed to go about thirty minutes before getting into a full-on argument that lead to several disagreements, causing you two to split up.

You both felt awful about the whole fight, but the other just didn't get it. So you parted ways and decided to try to enjoy the event separately.

Many moments passed by and neither of you were still even in the mood to be there. And you'd have eventually come across him in the Ruri-chan booth, sulking in the back, crouching down.

You'd overhear him saying stuff like "it's not like I meant to upset them, Ruri-chan, they're like my Henry!" and "I just get worried that something might happen to them so I can't just leave them alone! But I guess that's what I just did huh.."

You'd be extremely moved (and slightly concerned that he was talking to a Ruri-chan poster even though you've seen him in a similar situation before) that you'd decide to just let your argument from a while ago slide.

All of a sudden, you'd just plop right next to him, ignoring how surprised he was, and wrap his arm over your shoulders and around your neck.

His scent alone would comfort you and make you feel safer than you did when you were on your own.

As he starts stuttering and slightly blushing, you'd snuggle into his hold. "Darn it, Levi! You caught me!" Your tone would be upset but would be completely contrasting to the expression on your face as you gave him a wide smile. Then you'd pout "I guess I have no choice but to stay with you for the rest of the day then... But if we don't get something to eat soon, I'm using our pact on you!"

After a series of stutters and flustered reactions, he gains his composure and takes your deal offer.

He'd be on cloud nine the whole time with a huge smile on his face. He didn't even care if you saw how happy you made him. He didn't know WHAT to do when you two parted ways. He thought he just lost a friend and was literally about to go cry if you didn't jump in when you did.

SATAN

You knew from the beginning that the fourth born became super protective over you whenever you left the House of Lamentation.

Whether it was with his brothers or with the residents of Purgatory Hall, or even the demon king himself, he always felt uneasy letting you go without him by your side.

When you first brought it up to him, he doesn't deny it. Under the pretense that he was only worried that they wouldn't be able to protect you as well as he would if certain circumstances were to arise.

You'd be out in the streets of the Devildom with Satan, taking a stroll around town. Well, at least that's what you two agreed on before you left the house. But how could you help yourself when there were so much things to see? It was IMPOSSIBLE for you not to take a detour.

Satan doesn't mind that you take detours though. If anything, he wanted you to make as much stops as you wanted so that the time you spent alone together would last even longer before he had to take you back home and share you with his brothers.

The problem was that you kept disappearing from his side every so often. And he panics like he just lost a child every single time.

He then resorts to holding your hand so that he'd keep better track of you. (That was partly why he held your hand but not the main reason ~)

But even then, you'd still manage to get away. How in the Devildom do you keep escaping from his side?!

You didn't mean to, but you just get so excited and you'd think that you would just take a little while but end up there for enough time for Satan to start worrying about losing you... again.

"Geez MC, you really shouldn't run off like that every time you see something you like. You're like a moth attracted to flame..." He'd scold you, frowning while gripping your hand firmly.

You apologize and genuinely feel bad that you were giving him such a hard time supervising you like a little kid.

He'd say that it was fine and sigh when it was about time that you two head home. He didn't want you to miss dinner after all.

When you notice that he was rather down, you felt the need to cheer him up. And so you take him by the hand and place it around your waist, smiling at him.

He would be caught off-guard and be at a loss for words for a moment.

Before he asks what has gotten into you, you beat him to speaking first.

"Here, so you don't lose me again on the way home" You smile brightly.

You got him blushing sure, but that was nothing compared to how much sense of fulfilment you had given him. YOU made him wrap his arms around you.

He could already imagine the look on Lucifer's face when he sees the two of you arrive at the house like that. He could NOT wait.

ASMODEUS

Hanging out with Asmo was always fun. He'd always give you all his attention besides the times that he lathers himself with compliments.

What made your time with the fifth born so fun was how he always knew just what to do to brighten your day. You're upset? He knows how to cheer you up. You feel down? He will make you feel absolute bliss. Anxious? Don't be! He will hype you up until you had as much confidence as he had.

You thought that it was sweet of him to always want to spend time with you. Besides himself, you were his favorite after all. The only problem was, that every time you hang out in public you'd get swarmed by demons and witches, succubi and incubi. And what makes it worse is that Asmo would RARELY notice that you get sucked into the waves of the crowd.

You never blamed him for it since you knew he was just being himself. You know he can't help it. But being out in public with him trying to have fun was going downhill and always had the opposite effect on you.

You'd always end up going home on your own or have someone come and get you. You always had to cancel plans.

You've brought it up to him several times before with the intention of actually asking him to do something about it to help you out, but he'd always turn the conversation into such a way that it'd seem that there was nothing he could do about it. Which was only half true.

He did however talk your ear off about getting separated from him, saying that it wasn't very safe to not be beside him. He even once threw a fit that you all of a sudden left him one time when you had plans to go see a movie together.

Several days pass and you just let the situation with Asmo slide since it didn't really prevent you from hanging out with him inside the house. You were being considerate and patient with him.

Your birthday was coming around a week from then and Asmo asked you out to celebrate it early so that his brothers didn't have to share you with him. He wanted a one-on-one celebration with you because, let's face it, you deserved it.

Of course you agree. If you didn't, you knew he'd just find a way to persuade you into agreeing anyway. He's good at that.

You get ready and prepared yourself for the worst. Today, you will try your very best to not get swept away into the crowds of Asmo's fans. He was kind enough to ask you out to celebrate your day and you didn't want to have to ruin that.

Once you were out in town, you were instantly surrounded by the lesser demons that caught sight of the fifth born as expected. You brace yourself and tried not to get pushed around.

Asmo would remind you not to wander off this time, and you would only pout at him, not giving the effort to argue.

You were going strong for the first few minutes as you walked the streets, but that consistency faded at the halfway point of your destination. But you weren't about to give up.

Screw it! You took Asmo's arm and hung onto it, making him sling his arm around you and firmly hold you.

He was surprised that you had this bold side that you were hiding from him all this time. Could this have been his plan all along? Is that why he didn't do anything about his fans? So that you would step up and take matters into your own hands like this? You didn't want to think about it.

"Thanks for making sure I don't wander off this time, Asmo." You'd say through gritted teeth and a smile of frustration. "Now let's hurry up, we don't want to be late!"

All he could do was laugh at how adorable you were at that moment, rushing to get him all to yourself. He was absolutely SMITTEN.

From then on, he'd always try to get that side out of you again.

BEELZEBUB

Beel always invited you to join eating competitions with him. He loved to share the things that made him happy with you.

It was hella fun at first and you enjoyed tasting a variety of Devildom food, regardless if you won the competitions or not. Hanging out with Beel was awesome!

This goes on for a while and you loved it. But after a certain amount of time, you start to like it less.

It wasn't that you didn't like hanging out with Beel anymore. And it certainly wasn't because you were getting bored with him or anything. It was because after all those times you've accepted his invitations to stuff yourself to the brim, you finally couldn't take it anymore.

It was like your body could no longer physically take in food at large amounts. You'd only have three meals a day and a bit of snacks in between lately. Any more than that would make you puke. And throwing up wasn't exactly pleasant.

But how could you possibly reject the poor boy when he asks you so genuinely with stars in his eyes from the excitement of spending time with you? Easy and simple. You can't.

So, you agree to join his eating competitions continuously. Only, you sneak away each time you couldn't take it anymore.

He doesn't notice this for a while, but when he did, he was heartbroken. Was he not showing you a fun enough time to want to stay with him? Was he boring to be with? Do you even want to be with him? Or were you just putting up with him because you didn't want to hurt his feelings?

He confronts you about this predicament and tells you that you shouldn't have to put up with anything that you don't like. Plus, if you kept leaving like that, who knows what troubles you might run into. He doesn't want to be the cause of you getting hurt or anything.

You didn't know how to react once you realized that he found out. But you decided to try to lift the atmosphere first before explaining yourself. Hence, you try your best to take his arms and wrap them around yourself.

"You caught me, Beel! I guess I can't go running off on my own anymore... It's much safer with you anyway I guess" You'd smile at him sheepishly.

He'd be confused yet flustered when you stood so close to him. You two were so close that he could feel your heartbeat! This was NOT how he expected for this situation to turn out.

You explain to him your situation and he listens to your every word.

This is one of the rare moments where he would scold you into promising to tell him whatever it was that made you uncomfortable so that he could fix it. You promise, and the two of you get your favorite dessert. You couldn't say no to that of course.

BELPHEGOR

Taking naps with Belphie was always the best. His cuddles were a hundred percent relaxing.

His touch would always calm your nerves after a hard day. The mellow sound of his breathing and little sleeping noises were like music to your ears that you could listen to for ages. He could lull you to sleep every single time you laid next to him.

He enjoyed sleeping with you as much as you did. This greatly helps with problems like sleep deprivation and anxiety, but it became a huge problem when he gets a little needy.

This side of him often hindered you from getting things done, like homework, student council work, cooking duty, and chores to name a few.

It became so problematic up to the point where you had scored poorly in one exam and Lucifer was on your case about it.

Of course the youngest took great pleasure in that event, seeing as Lucifer was collateral damage. By all means he didn't want to get you in trouble. He doesn't mean to hold you back. It's just that, he wants you there with him a bit too much. And you knew he couldn't just get over it and sacrifice by dealing with it on his own. He was used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted it after all.

So the only way you could solve this little dilemma was to sneak away from him the moment he falls asleep. That way, you could do other productive things. You've spent WAY too much time lounging around with the family baby long enough.

Every time that you sneak away though, the lack of your presence would always wake him up since he's gotten so used to you being his personal human pillow.

He'd think that he could just snatch you back into bed with him every time but to his surprise, he couldn't?

When he realizes that he was incapable of holding you captive successfully or grabbing you back into bed when you try to sneak away, he begins to whine, complain, anything to get you to come back really.

He makes it really hard for you to resist him and the temptation to procrastinate even more. But the logical side of you kicks in and forces you to ignore the cranky demon boy.

Belphie always nags at you for leaving him every time you two are together. At RAD, out on the streets of the Devildom, at the house, he would give you an earful. Honestly you didn't even know he could talk that long without dozing off.

After several days of pure torture, you had finally caught up with all your responsibilities. And when you came to see Belphie who was sulking sourly in the attic alone, you jump in next to him and roll into his arms with a smile.

"Oh no! You caught me this time Belphie! I guess we'll have to nap together today" You melt at his scent. It was as comforting as you recalled it to be.

He had a frown directed at you but you knew that you caught him off-guard and got him all shy. You thought that it was cute that he gets flustered over the situation.

He then sighs and closes his eyes, snuggling his face deeper into your neck as you remember the familiar feeling of being in his arms, so close to him.

"You're lucky you chose the right choice today" He'd murmur in his sleepy voice into your neck and you'd feel the vibrations of his voice.

"I was about to give biting a try"

To catch you??! Has he gone mad?! Was he THAT desperate?!

Who does he think he is? Beel??!?!?

My first anon!! I hope you enjoyed reading this! And thank you so much for the ask ~

~ Em ♡

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year

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The world is changing now. Soon, it will leave me and all the knowledge I accumulated during my life behind. It's not too late for me to get into the permanent record, though, with this information about a long-lost art of car ownership. I speak, of course, of the car stereo installation.

Nowadays, car stereos are largely an extension of your phone. And why shouldn't they be? Your phone can access any music you desire, conjure up pornographic visions from the ether itself, and tell you how to get out of the corn maze that you and your borderline-sentient 1979 Firebird Formula have gotten stuck in during your latest secret-agent shenanigans. Car manufacturers make terrible stock stereos, and so it just makes sense for them to step aside and turn them into "big screen that phone makes go."

It is for this same reason that, before the ubiquitous smartphone era, we wanted to swap the stereos in our shit-box Hondas. In the late 90s and early 00s, new standards were coming out practically every weekend. You didn't want to be the dope with an AM/FM/Tape combo when it was possible to be the brave technologist who accidentally bought a stereo on sale that only understood uncompressed Mini-Discs and the Diamond Rio 600. You could go to the store and buy a "head unit" (car stereo dweeb speak for "car stereo") and jam it into the dashboard, yourself. Sure, there were semi-professional installers out there, usually working at that very same store. Those installers cost money, though, and surely you can connect between 15 and 200 wires together in a way that doesn't burn your car down, right?

Wiring a stereo wasn't really that hard. It was just one of those death-by-a-thousand-papercuts deals. You pull out the old stereo, a task which ranges between "annoying" and "holy shit I don't think my car will ever go together again." Then, you unplug it from the wiring harness. They call it a wiring harness, because you get whipped by it and still somehow enjoy the experience.

It's at this point that the driveway-installing amateurs are separated from the driveway-installing pros. A smart person gets a little plug-in wiring adapter that translates from the car's wiring to the stereo's wiring. Someone who forgot to buy the little wiring adapter from the stereo store, and doesn't want to go back there because their car is torn into a million pieces, decides to hack and slash, twisting and soldering the car into the stereo permanently. This works too, but it will be a problem in about two weeks, when the MP3-CD player you just spent your paycheque on becomes obsolete, and is replaced by a Tokyo-24-HotSauce-WMV-DVD player.

Now comes the harrowing. You have just made your car's stereo harness much, much longer, and also likely much fatter. You gotta cram that shit back in the hole it came out of, ideally without getting in the way of anything else inside the dashboard. This is the point at which you must decide whether you will spend eight more hours routing wires, potentially re-doing the wiring work you just completed, or explain to your significant other that the heater controls only go two-thirds of the way to "cool" now. You will pass through this crucible and emerge a stronger, angrier person. You will have opinions on electrical tape for the first time in your life. Your neighbours will call the cops to have you killed after you swear loudly enough to wake their babies. The cops will laugh as you nearly pass out from heat exhaustion underneath your dashboard.

And in the end, you will be able to play an MP3 file from a burned CD. Congratulations. It was all worth it, until you go over a slight bump and the damn thing skips a bunch. I hear the new ones on the shelves now have a bigger anti-skip buffer. And those stock speakers, well, they sound like shit, now that you have this fancy new stereo blaring 64kbps Napster rips through it. Maybe pick up a new amplifier while you're at it, and an upgraded alternator to handle all that new current demand, and...

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buttersmama · 9 months

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Amusement park shenanigans

Choi soobin x m!reader

Summary: an amusement park date w soob

Warnings: none

Wc: 1k+

“yn hurry up! The cab’s already here” says Soobin in hurry as he puts on his shoes for the day, waiting for his boyfriend to get ready. It had always been like this he remembers back then on their first date too, yn was late by a whole hour. Soobin was so bummed about it and resorted to sit alone in the café after getting stood up by his date, and downing down 3 whole drinks.

Just as he made up his mind to leave, the café door sprung open suddenly by a customer, and that was the first time ever when he laid eyes on the culprit who changed Soobin the self-claimed ‘anti romantic’ to a hopeless romantic. “hey, sorry I’m late, I messaged you several times too but you didn’t reply to any” yn says sitting right across Soobin.

His eyes travel down to the three now empty drink glasses. He tilts his head in confusion before questioning out his thoughts “you are Soobin, right? I don’t mean to be rude or anything but were you with someone else before I came along?” yn asks deflating a bit at the thought. “ah- no, I was the one who drank all the three drinks because I had nothing to do and was kinda sad that my date had stood me up” Soobin explains immediately, and gets embarrassed soon after the words leave his mouth.

His ears burn as decides to shut up. Yn laughs out loud at the boy’s demeanor, and Soobin sinks in the seat thinking he’s laughing at him. “Soobin, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, and im really sorry I made you think I wasn’t coming, I mean no one would ever leave you hanging. Just look at you” yn explains with his exaggerated hand actions.

“ow-” Soobin flinches at the sudden pain, “now who’s getting us late?” asks yn all dolled up. “what’s gotten into you? Stop staring” yn says looking away from his lover’s eyes. “nothing just remembered how we were quite late on our very first date too” Soobin replies without missing a beat, satisfied with how yn flushes in embarrassment. “how many times have I told you it was because I am bad with directions and got lost on the way!

Anyway, don’t we have a cab waiting? Don’t blame me when we get there late and have to stand in long queues” y/n huffs heading out. “wait for me babe!” Soobin says shutting the door behind him after placing the house keys in the pockets. Catching up to their designated car for the ride, Soobin rushes sitting in the back seat with his boyfriend and utters a small ‘sorry for the delay’ settling and adjusting a little.

“we just got out of the house and I am sweating buckets” yn says to no one in particular while leaning on Soobin while looking at the view outside. “don’t worry yn my love for you won’t decrease even if you stink” Soobin comments jokingly, who was quickly shut up by yn’s stern glare. He quickly

apologized embracing the latter tightly. The couple held the same position till they reached the amusement park.

“we’re here” the mister who drove them, said breaking the silence. Soobin was the first one to get out of the car and waited for his boyfriend to follow as well while he paid for the ride. The amusement park was bustling with people and there was already a queue forming at the ticket counter. “told ya there’d be a queue” yn said joining soobin’s side.

“and who’s fault is that?” asked mockingly.

Yn on the other hand ignored the comment and started heading forward after harshly elbowing Soobin as a punishment. The couple joined the queue and waited and waited and waited for a long time until finally it was their turn to purchase the tickets. “tickets for 2 please” yn said, paying for them and taking two purple color bands assigned for adults to wear.

“here, I’ll help you with it” yn muttered to his boyfriend and pulling him along. They stood at a secluded area while helping each other put the bands on. “thank you, baby,” Soobin said suddenly feeling all lovey dovey and embracing his darling. Yn was a bit surprised initially but smiled and leaned in more affectionately.

Yn cherished such moments; it made him feel all warm inside and think what good did he even do to deserve such a guy in his life. “love you boobie” Soobin scoffed at sudden confession, “love you too or whatever” he says swaying both of them together.

“hmm, I don’t wanna leave but do you wanna try out the roller coaster?” yn asks looking at his yn to which he nods detaching from each other.

“ya think you can handle it?” soobin asks being all confident.

“yeah I guess, I mean I’ve never tried it before but I think I’ll do okay” he answers honestly, swaying their hands together.

“if you get scared, just latch onto me instead, I’ll protect you”

“yes love” yn says absolutely smitten.

They wait in the queue once again and soon enough get to sit on the ride, two people in one compartment it said, perfect. All settled, with the safety bar in place the ride starts, initially it was quite slow which yn wondered around why, just as he was bout to voice his thoughts, the ride took a dip. Not until that moment in life yn experienced true fear. He let out a screech and clung onto his lover eyes tightly shut as a safety measure.

Soobin laughed at his lover’s antics wondering why would he even suggest going on the roller coaster if he himself was so scared of them, and mentally took it as a note to never bring yn on this very ride. The ride was over in minutes though yn felt as if he had been stuck on it for an eternity. Soobin held his hand out to support a very dizzy and tired yn, this was their first ride and yn already looked like he was ready to pass out.

“babe, if you couldn’t handle fast rides why did you even suggest going on one?” Soobin chuckled. “I didn’t know it would be so draining! Besides, I had never tried it before” yn replies, still holding onto Soobin as they made their way out.

“its was pretty good if we leave out the part where you were practically glued to me” he teased. Yn’s face burned up in embarrassment and buried his face in Soobin side staying silent having no comeback. This didn’t go unnoticed by Soobin of course to which he just ruffled yn’s hair gave him a small peck on the forehead.

Yn’s heart thumped faster at the sweet gesture, face adorning a smile unknowingly.

#txt #tomorrow by together #txt post #txt x male reader #txt x reader #male reader #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #choi soobin #choi soobin x male reader #soobin x male reader #soobin x reader #txt soobin #blue #blue dividers

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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oldtakakweek · 8 months

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Oldtakak Week 2023 is now live!

The week will span from Sunday, November 26th, to Saturday, December 2nd.

The prompts are as follows:

Day 1: Old stands, mobility aids, dancing

Day 2: Morioh/Florida/Italy, shenanigans, teamwork

Day 3: Clothes, jewelry, make-up

Day 4: Day trip, habits, seasons

Day 5: Legacy, (re)building, forgiveness

Day 6: Inside, sleep, warm

Day 7: Affection, friendship, love

Current rules are as follows:

When submitting something for this project on tumblr, please tag @oldtakakweek and tag it #oldtakakweek2023! This way your submission will for sure be seen

Beyond minimal usage of flashbacks, NO depictions of these two as minors for this project; please only depict them from the ending of part 4 and on. This project is to celebrate getting older and the life these two in particular could’ve had. So, while there’s nothing wrong with exploring younger jotakak and their dynamic from then, this is not the project for you if that’s what you want to focus on! It’s silly middle-age-to-old-men time

NSFW is allowed considering all portrayals of these two should be well into adulthood in this project, however please don't be too graphic. No NSFW-specific prompts will be made, but the prompts are open-ended – so if you get an idea for one that ends up NSFW, feel free

Do NOT participate if you are “proship”/“anti-anti”. Beyond the given moral complications of being willing to sexualize minors, the moderator has experienced personal issues in their life that make it so they don’t want to work creatively with proshippers — so if nothing else, respect that.

No EARLY submissions please, but LATE submissions are 100 percent allowed! Hell, if you see this two years after it’s over and still want to participate, or if it takes you two years to finish a submission, please do still submit and tag!

Submissions do not need to incorporate every prompt listed for one day. For example, if you have an idea for the "mobility aids" prompt on Day 1, but don't care for the dancing or old stands prompt, it is fine and encouraged that you just do something for the mobility aids prompt and nothing else! No need to include everything. There are multiple prompts just so there are plenty of options to draw inspiration from.

And that's it! Please let me know if you have any questions. Here is a google doc that will record the rules (including updated rules), prompts, dates, and a compilation of the answers to any questions that may arise: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1taeInMqUpGcqmveLexf9cfyTSWXJXh-hF9oFNVw6JLY/edit?usp=sharing

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positivelybeastly · 4 months

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A Completely Unbiased and Totally Comprehensive Beast Reading List, Pt. 1

As a member of the first class of X-Men, the intelligently gifted Dr. Hank McCoy has been fighting for the peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans for most of his life, under the tutelage of Professor Xavier. Born with an enhanced physique, strength, and muscular structure, he has adopted the name Beast.

Well, hello there, friends! Welcome to a completely unbiased, totally comprehensive, not at all too long reading list that aims to show you the story of everyone's favourite Beast, from start to finish!

Origins

As one of the original X-Men, Beast features in almost every issue of the very first iteration of the team - but to put it bluntly, 60s X-Men sucks, and I want you to enjoy this character, so we're going to start with some aggressive curation.

X-Men Origins: Beast, by Mike Carey - a solo story that retells Hank's origins, including his pre-X-Men life, and an insight into his mindset, his relationship with humanity, and his first meeting with the X-Men. It also happens to have some rather lovely art, and a fantastic last page spread that expresses a lot of what makes Hank a brilliant character. X-Men: First Class, by Jeff Parker - a collection of mini-series that fill in the gaps between stories in the original run of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby's X-Men, this run is extremely readable, and does a very good job of forming a cohesive characterisation of both Hank, the X-Men, and, particularly, Professor Xavier. You do not need to have any former knowledge of anything X-Men to read this run. Issues of Particular Note: (2006) #8; the meeting of Hank and Gorilla Man, who have a cute dynamic, and if you like Gorilla Man, you should read Agents of Atlas by Parker as well. (2007) #4; the foundation of Hank's friendship with Bobby Drake, aka Iceman. These two were thick as thieves all the way up until the late 00s. Giant-Sized Special; a collection of short fun little stories with varying art styles, featuring Hank on small solo adventures or in duos with the other X-Men. Finals #2; Hank deciding to leave the X-Men, and become his own man.

X-Men: Season One by Dennis Hopeless is a standalone graphic novel that aims to retell the early days of the X-Men from the perspective of Jean Grey, and features Hank fairly prominently. If you want to be more up to code on early X-Men history without dealing with issues of the 60s run, this would be a good place to do it.

And of course, Uncanny X-Men vol. 1. While I would not advise reading this run in its entirety, dipping your toe in to get some appreciation for what 60s comics were like and how far we've come isn't an awful idea. Issues of Particular Note: #7 Hank is momentarily abducted by a beatnik foot cult. No notes, this is just a funny situation that Hank ends up in. #8; one of the first instances of anti-mutant hysteria in an X-Men book, the first time Hank left the X-Men, and also the origin of his short career as a professional wrestler. #47; Hank and Bobby go on a double date with their girlfriends and get interrupted by superhero shenanigans.

Grey

With Hank having now left the X-Men, he has a rendezvous with destiny, and while this is going to be a very short period on our reading list, it's a very formative one for young Hank.

Amazing Adventures #11-17, by Gerry Conway, Steve Englehart, and Arnold Drake. Honestly, just read this entire run - you basically get a very well contained story that delves into Hank at a very young age, and while this may be a series from the 1970s, it's actually surprisingly modern in its approach to Hank as a character. It's also interesting to see the introduction of a more horror/wolfman aspect to Hank's character, which is largely due to the contemporary popularity of Werewolf-by-Night. It all caps off with issue #17, which collects a number of back-up stories that originally came from Uncanny X-Men, that tell Hank's origin in its uncondensed form. If you started with Carey's Origins book, these story beats will be very familiar, but it's interesting to see what parts were cut and which were preserved.

A companion story that goes back and revisits this very interesting period of Hank's life can be found in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #10, as one of the two stories contained there. Sliding somewhere in between issues of Amazing Adventures, it provides a modern emotional context for Hank's transformation, and I feel obliged to warn you that this is a very heavy story. If stories about depression, radiation sickness, or familial death are triggering for you, approach with caution.

Avengers

As you may have noticed, Hank has now changed from grey to his more familiar blue! This is due to printing limitations of the time, where attempts to render black or grey often ended up producing a shade that looked closer to blue. But enough of that malarkey, let's talk about everyone's favourite Bouncing Baby Blue Beast!

Avengers vol. 1, by . . . so many writers, but the most significant include Jim Shooter, Gerry Conway, Steve Englehart, David Michelinie, Bill Mantlo, etc. As the first X-Man to cross teams, Hank made history, and he quickly settled in nicely to the bitchy, high octane, absolutely bonkers world of 70s Marvel. Among other things, this is where he forms lifelong friendships with Carol Danvers, Steve Rogers, and, perhaps most importantly, Simon Williams. Honestly, this entire run has its ups and downs, but I'd recommend reading it from start to finish, just because it's fun, and Hank is so much fun in it. If you're more used to buzzkill Beast from the modern era, you'll be shocked at just how much of a kind-hearted goof he is here. Although, maybe skip the Korvac Saga. Issues of Particular Note: #137, which features Hank's initial tryout for the Avengers, with some story beats that will have particular resonance if you read Amazing Adventures or X-Men Unlimited, recommended above. #141, which sees the beginning of the origins of Patsy Walker, who you might know better as Hellcat, and who will become an important part of our story later. #148, which sees Hank embrace his disguise gimmick - while pretty much abandoned from this point on, it was arguably never going to get better than the trick he pulls here. Avengers Annual #6, which sees the origins of Hank and Simon's wonder-ful relationship. Whether you read them as friends or more, it really is a ton of fun to see just how quickly they glom onto each other as partners. #160 digs a little deeper into Hank's dynamic on the Avengers, and, if you aren't doing a full readthrough, this provides an interesting perspective on what Hank brings to the team, which is paid off in #163 and #164. Can you guess what it is? Yep . . . sex symbol. This is the origin of Hank McCoy, original mutant fuck machine, baybeeee. #171 sees Hank speaking Latin, being kind of a shit to Ms. Marvel, and being called a slut by Thor, which is kind of amazing, tbh. But Hank then proceeds to disappear for a bit, dodging the really rather awful Korvac Saga, so if you want to read more about our boy, you can jump right ahead to #178, where they make up for his brief absence by psychologically torturing him! Yeah! Love it! Next big issue of note is #188, where the Avengers get political, Hank gets to hold Ms. Marvel's laser gatling gun backpack, and press his nose against a plane window like a small child (it's better than I'm making it sound)! #194 has Hank at his best, to be quite honest, and is an all around nice little slice of life, quiet issue for the Avengers, for those of you who miss such things in comics. #206 features Hank speaking every language he knows for an entire issue, on . . . well, honestly, not even a dare, he just does it. #209, meanwhile is . . . heavy. Trigger warnings for the Shoah, the Holocaust, concentration camps, and a lot of dark subject matter, but it does showcase Hank at arguably his most heroic and his most tender. And then, finally, we reach the end of Hank's tenure with the Avengers, at #211, where . . . well, honestly? He leaves because his boyfriend is leaving. There's no other way to interpret it, that's just the text. He'll of course join the Avengers again, and is always active as a reservist, but for now, he's to move on to greener, more defensive pastures. In between these appearances, it's also worth checking out the absolutely iconic Dark Phoenix Saga. If you think you know this story from the adaptations in X-Men 3 or Dark Phoenix, trust me, you don't - this is the real story, as it should always have been. Hank only joins in on the story in the last third, but if you ever doubted his commitment to the X-Men, his friends, or the ideals of justice, look no further. And guess what, it's just a damned good story, starting at Uncanny X-Men #129 and going on to #138.

Hank also makes guest appearances in Uncanny X-Men #111 to #114, where he first properly meets the second generation of X-Men, though as you'll see, it's far from the most orderly or normal of introductions. For those of you who don't know about Chris Claremont and his predilections, you will learn - great writer, absolutely fundamental to the X-Men, but . . . hoo boy.

That's what I've got for you for the moment! I will be adding the next sections as separate posts, so that this doesn't get too long - feel free to check back here, or just keep your eyes peeled in the Hank McCoy tag, so that you don't miss the next section, as we move into the 80s proper! Also, I may be adding new issues here and there, as I remember things, so check back if you want to hear more about Beast's early years!

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astronomoney · 2 years

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Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)

Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent

Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse

Warnings: n/a

A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it

Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)

Secrets Spilled

Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.

You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.

No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.

“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.

It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.

“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.

You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”

“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”

Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”

“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”

“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.

“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.

He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.

You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”

“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”

“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.

The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.

You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.

School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.

“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.

You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.

“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”

“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.

Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.

You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”

“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”

“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.

“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”

Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”

“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”

“Yup.”

“And Nightwing-”

“Oh yeah.”

“So Robin is-”

“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”

“Holy shit!”

Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.

While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.

“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.

Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.

“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.

Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”

a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)

taglist: @starship-argo @reveriecore @luvcoy @instabull @littlered-fangirl click here to be added :)

#identity reveal #tim drake x reader #writing fanfiction #writing fanfic #batboys x reader #dc x reader #red robin x y/n #red robin x reader #tim drake fluff #tim drake #tim drake x male reader #tim drake x fem!reader #writing #dc writers #x reader #dc fanfic #robin x reader

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4belphie · 1 year

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Random Lucifer Headcanons

I love this man so much, but he is also so goddamn irritating it drives me insane! So here are some basic Lucifer headcanons that formulate the way I write him.

He doesn’t outright tell people he loves them. He shows it in little ways: placing bowls of cut up fruit beside his loved ones while they’re busy working, not eating until everyone is at the dinner table, peeking into rooms at night to be sure that everyone who should be there is.

He’s so protective over his brothers that I could see him interrogating any significant others they may have intensely to be sure that they’re being upright and honest about their intentions.

He does not enjoy being called Luci, at all. He only tolerates it from his brothers (past and present, i.e, Simeon) and Diavolo. Anybody else is getting an angry peacock on their ass.

He’s a very good student but everyone is somewhat scared of him. His classmates are mostly terrified to work on group projects with him and his teachers are all somewhat intimidated by him.

He dedicates all of his time to serving Diavolo and taking care of his brothers, so he really doesn’t have many friends at all.

He’s so incredibly proud of his family. If he had less self control, he would be preening like a peacock, bragging about them all constantly.

He’s so emotionally repressed that he has no idea how to deal with negative emotions at all, both his own and others.

Following that, he’s very much a fixer. If any of his brothers are upset about something, he’s more likely to try to fix the situation than he is to comfort them outright.

I can’t remember if this is canon or if I’ve just internalized it so much that its become canon to me, but Lucifer almost always knows about the Anti-Lucifer League’s shenanigans and it’s not because anybody tells him. He knows his brothers so well that he can typically predict their plans based on how they’re acting. He doesn’t completely stop their plans because he uses the existence of the ALL to become closer to both Belphie and Satan.

He absolutely has a stash of his favorite foods hidden in his office somewhere, both as a back up plan for if they run out of food for Beel and as an easy way for him to access food without leaving his office on late nights.

#lucifer obey me #om lucifer #swd lucifer #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #my writing #swd obey me

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mrsarnasdelicious · 7 months

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DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 1

"Oh come on, you can't sit around and mope for ever." Says Ragnar firmly. "The bitch does not deserve a second thought." Brida crosses her arms under her breasts and looks down on you without a shred of pity. "It is not about her..." You mumble. You can't hate Aethelflaed. Not even for stealing your man.

You sort of had seen it coming already. You knew Aldhelm was smitten with her all along. You were just a stand-in. The moment Erik was no longer in the picture, Aldhelm moved in for the kill. And of course you were left broken hearted. Because despite it all, Aldhelm had been a good boyfriend. He was good to you and now he is good to Aethelflaed. You can't even fault her for giving him the chance.

"Come out with us." Ragnar says gently. "I'll be no fun." You protest feebly. "Nonsense." Brida replies sarcastically.

Three hours later, you find yourself at the local pub, sitting at the bar, chatting to Leofric, the bartender. Anxiety had you showing up way too early. You haven't agreed to meet Ragnar, Bride and their group in another half hour. Leofric is kind and gives you a fresh mnt tea on the house and ypu talk to him about little nothings.

Ragnar and Brida show up 45 minutes later. There is a whole group of other men and one woman with them. She is holding hands with the guy talking to Ragnar.

"Ah, there you are!" Ragnar shouts at you. "We were waiting for you outside!" One of his friends, a bloke with a surgical eyepatch, hoots. "Knowing Y/N, she was waaaay too early." Says Brida. You fluster, she is so right...

"Better early than late." Says the guy Ragnar has been talking to. You send him a small smile and he smiles widely back at you.

"Go, enjoy yourself." Leofric says encouragingly, handing you a bottle of Koparberg. You hop from your stool and follow Ragnar to a collection of high tables.

You end up seated beside a man who introduces himself as Sihtric.

The other men are called; Uhtred, Ragnar's adoptive brother, whom he was talking with, Knut and Rollo, both cousins of Ragnar, Finan, Uhtred's best friend, Osferth, Finan's Boyfriend and Aethelwold, hte bloke with the eyepatch. The woman, very obviously Uhtred's girlfriend, is called Gisela.

You sip your cider, savouring the sweet elder flower and lime flavour.

Ragnar and Finan talk loudest and the other let them dominate the conversation.

Over the course of the evening, you find out Finan and Osferth are the only Christians in the group and Aethelwold is anti-theistic. Though Aethelwold seems to be a rather fervent contrarian in almost every aspect.

He does try to convince you to 'ditch these supersticious morons' and go home with him. At his words, you briefly touch your mjolnir pendant and you can almost feel your Loki tattoo burn on your inner thigh.

It is Sihtric who gets up, though.

"Listen here, you sour little prick, insulting your friends does not make you cool. It won't make her like you. She wears Thor's hammer, too." He says fiercely. Aethelwold scoffs and glowers at Sihtric. But he does not get up.

You send Sihtric a sweet smile.

Rollo buys you another drink and Ragnar gets a couple plates of loaded nachos.

You let the others do most of the talking, keenly listening to their tall tales and adventures alike. Finan has a good few droll stories about a couple of local Karens that frequent his bakery and Uhtred adds to it by telling of the same group of ladies and their shenanigans in the aerobics class he teaches.

Osferth turns out to be Aethelflaed's halfbrother, the two being all but Irish twins. Of course, Osferth being the affair baby, he grew up away from his half siblings.

Aethelwold has a lot to say about Osferth's situation and no word of it is kind. Not even to Osferth, or Aethelflaed for that matter. Especially not when Ragnar blurts out Aethelflaed stole your boyfriend.

At that point you really want to disappear into the ether.

"You good?" Sihtric asks. Ge okaces a tattood hand on your thigh and your heart skips a beat. "Y-yeah." You stammer.

"Maybe if one-eye stopped being such a negative nancy, we'd all enjoy our eve better." Finan says loudly. Aethelwold glowers at him, too. "Very well then, Baker Bart, make Y/N's night, why don't you." He sneers.

"He's just salty you won't sleep with him." Sihtric whispers in your ear. You shudder a little and fluster. With Sihtric in your personal space like this, you notice how amazing he smells. Though you can't quite name what it is he smells of.

You last it out one more hour before you feel the yearning for the calmth of your own space win out over the delight of hearing Finan sum up all sorts of delicious pastries.

You hop down from your stool and smile apologetically to Ragnar. "I am calling it a night." You say softly. "Don't worry about the tab, your drinks are on me." Ragnar smiles back at you. "Thanks." You mumble.

You put your small bag over your shoulder and say your goodbye's.

Sihtric hips down from his stool. "I'll walk you home." He says with a lazy grin. "Thanks." You murmur.

He puts his warm hand on the small of your back and leads you out of the pub.

"Show me the way, pretty lady." He purrs.

So you head home, Sihtric's hand still on the small of your back. It makes you feel all fluttery inside.

"Well ... This is me." You say, once you have arrived at the low wooden fence of your tiny front garden. "Good night, then." Sihtric's hand slowly slips from your hip to your backpocket, pulling out your phone. You watch him grin and swipe for an emergency call, to put in a number and then his own phone rings.

He hands you your phone back with a wink.

"See you around, pretty one." He murmurs, before turning on his heel. "G-Good night..." You mutter, slightly starstruck. "Text me when you get home safe!" You then cry out to him. "I will!" Sihtric hollers back.

You watch until he has disappeared from sight. Then you head inside.

Your cat is immediately excited to see you. He bowls right over in all his juvenile happiness. You chuckle and pick his lanky form off of the floor. "Come here, you silly creature." You cooe, nuzzling into his fur.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a text from Sihtric.

'Hey there pretty woman. I got home all right!'

Your heart is racing and you curse yourself for it. You aren't some virginal teenager! But Sihtric sure as hell makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

'I'm glad to hear that.'

'Sweet dreams.'

You stare at your phone, watching as he types his reply.

'You, too.'

'Dream of me.'

The winky face emoji he sends right after makes you throw your phone onto the bed. Remus, the cat, jumps right after it.

You change into your PJs and crawl into bed. Remus curls up on your ankles. You decide to play along.

'Only if you dream of me, too.'

With trembling finger you send along a kissy face emoji.

Sihtric sends back a devil face emoji.

'That's gona be a wet dream, then.'

You blush, even though you are well aware Sihtric can't see you. This is too blatent a flirt and you have no idea how to react.

'Good night...'

You don't want to leave him hanging, though.

You put your phone away and curl up with Remus to drift off to fitful dreamsm which alternate between Aldhelm and Sihtric.

In the morning you find you have gotten Instagram follows from almot all of Ragnar's friends and Aethelwold having slithered into your DMs.

It all pales in comparison to the pic Sihtric sent you via whatsapp though. He's shirtless, in the gym, his chest and abs glistening with chest.

Very impulsively you text him.

'Don't shower, I'll lick the swear off those muscles.'

You spend breakfast going through everyone's instagram profiles.

Finan's page consists almost entirely of baked goods in every shape and form. The baker is evidently a proud tradesman. And his handle @argylecupcakearmy cracks you up. You dish out a few likes and comment on Finan's most recent post. Uhtred seems to travel a lot, posting pictures of far away countries, usually featuring Gisela in beautiful dresses or bikini. He's got a few selfies with Ragnar and Thyrra, but barely any of himself alone. Osferth evidently does not post very often. His pictures are of beautiful churches and old architecture and handletterings of monks long dead.

You have only barely clicked on Sihtric's handle @thegreatdanemusic when he texts you back.

'Now I regret hitting the shower.'

His message is accompanied by another mirror selfie. All he is wearing is a towel. And by the Gods does he look sexy.

'Better luck next time.'

You send your reply with your heart beating in your throat.

'Promise?'

Sihtric sure is cheeky. He makes you blush with too much ease. You almost want to end the conversation then and there. But Sihtric's next text puts you at ease as much as it makes your heart race all over again.

'How about we go out first?'

'Like, on a date?'

'Yeah, a date. A date date!'

You squeal from joy and Remus gives you an offended glare. You giggle and reach down to scratch behind his ear. "It's okay, bud." You cooe.

'I'd love to. What are you up to for tomorrow?'

Nervously you await Sihtric's answer.

'I'm free tomorrow, but I got nothing on today, either.'

You ponder on a reply. Is it wisdom to go out with Sihtric right the fuck now?

'Want to go see a film?'

'Yeah, let me get out of my PJs and into something pretty.'

You fluster darkly all over again. This guy barely knows you, yet it is like he knows exactly what to tell you to butter you up.

You only reply with a blushing emoji. Sihtric in turn sends another devil.

'What film are we going to see?'

'Let me surprise you.'

You shower and dress in ripped skinny jeans, a lace tank top and a flannel over top.

The bell rings as you are hopping around to get your socks on. "Hang on!" You yell. "Okay!" Sihtric hollers back. You put your socks on, as quickly as you can. Then you race to the door, opening it for Sihtric.

He looks insanely good. His curls are lightly windswept and he's wearing black cargo jeans under a simple black tee. The shirt makes his mjolnir pendant stand out where it rests over his chest.

"H-hey." You stammer. "Hey beautiful." Sihtric purrs. "You ready?" You nod, toeing into your shoes. "Perfect." He takes you by the hand.

You shut and lock the door and Sihtric leads you to the local cinema. It is not a very long walk, as you live reasonably close to the town center. The cinema is not very large and mostly shows arthouse films, though a few box office films, though you have never been able to understand how those are selected.

"There is a showing of Barbie in an hour." Sihtric says. "Did you get tickets?" You ask. "I absolutely did." He replies. "You are the best." You grin widely and kiss his cheek.

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