#definitely has less going on lol but it still messed me up a bit

[toruro]

— ✧ idubilu

pairing. xu minghao x reader

description. obligatory company dinners are never much fun, but you understand that your husband has to go through with them at the end of each month anyways. luckily, he knows just how to make it up to you once you two get home.

genre. smut (18+ / mdni) tags under the cut, ceo & husband minghao, fluff

w/c. 2.8k

a/n. yk i don’t rly like pwp but i needed to pay homage to the idubilu choreo. that's it.

✘ tags. oral (f receiving), petnames (princess, pretty), they're just rly horny 4 each other lol, reader wears a suit and she is SEXY! ✘ taglist. @synthetickitsune @ixayjun @leejihoonownsmyheart @dahliatopia @gyuswhore @hoeforcheol @5xiang @hajimelvr @miriamxsworld @blinkjunhui @lixiel0ver @josefines-things @mimisxs @ming-h0e @kawennote09 @bbyjjunie @rubyreduji @marzmeltdown @todorokiskitten @98-0603 @hipsdofangirl @nikkixpenguin @minnie-mouser22 @minhui896 @whippedforjihoon @yunjinified @nishloves @woozarts @ellesmoon @blurryriki @maknae00 @jjjzzzz @marzmeltdown @peachyaeger @shoulietaro (strikethrough could not be tagged) join my taglist here!

A tight lipped smile is the only thing you’re wearing tonight. Well, that and a stiff pair of dress pants and button up shirt; usually you opt for wearing dresses to these sorts of things, but the one you’d picked out earlier was itchy in all the worst spots and really, you couldn’t bother to choose another one so you settled for this suit. It’s definitely more comfortable, but your feet still ache in the confines of your heels as you wrap your fingers around the cool glass of champagne.

Your husband is in the corner of your vision, talking to some associate as you stand by the buffet table, as you contemplate if you even have the stomach to eat anything right now. You’re overreacting—you know you are—but after long hours at work and an even longer hours trying to clean up the mess your cat had made at home, you’re not the least bit thrilled to spend your evening hours (the ones you usually spend curled up by Minghao’s side) here.

The champagne fizzles out on your tongue when you take a sip, sighing as you lean against the wall. You want to leave, that much is obvious. Minghao can sense it from across the room—the way your arms are crossed over your chest and you look down at your shoes, only glancing up to flicker your eyes at him and then the clock.

“45 more minutes,” you mutter to yourself when he finally excuses himself and walks over with a plate of food in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says lowly when he’s finally within ear shot. “I know you hate coming to these.”

You let your shoulders deflate a little when you hear the sincerity in your voice, reminding yourself that this is your husband. “No it’s … it’s fine, these shoes just hurt,” you tell him honestly, shifting your weight from leg to leg as Minghao hands you his plate.

“Sit down and eat. I’ll wrap this up in half an hour and then we can leave.” You frown, taking the plate from his hands. “And remind me to get you new shoes if these ones suck—you know I hate seeing you in pain.”

You roll your eyes as he follows you to the nearest empty table in the hall. “Simp,” you tease, slipping into a seat and begrudgingly stuffing your face with one of the hor d’oeuvres.

“Whatever you say princess,” he sighs, stepping back. “I’ll be back in a bit, and then we’ll get going, ‘kay?” You nod and he walks off with a final wave, just as bored as before but a little less bitter. After all, Minghao’s sweet words and kind promises always leave a warm feeling budding in your heart.

Still, the next thirty minutes are long. You watch him not too discreetly now, getting lost in yourself as the night progresses. Minghao has long ditches his black coat, and is instead donned in a simple set of black pants and white shirt, nearly perfectly matching you. It’s a kind thought that occupies your mind for the remainder of your time—the fact that you and Minghao match each other perfectly.

You’re left with you and your thoughts, and although it’s a long wait, relief waves over your form when you hear Minghao thank everyone for coming. You make your way to his side while he does so, his arm secured around your waist as the two of you bow and wave everyone out as they shuffle out the room until it’s just the two of you left.

“Oh god, I thought I’d never get to take these off,” you huff, sitting on one of the round tables once everyone’s gone, slipping the tight heels over your sore feet. Your husband watches you sympathetically as he tucks his phone back into his pocket, workers making their way into the hall to clean up.

“I told you, we can go get new ones. Let’s go home now though,” he says, holding a hand out as you reach down to pick up your shoes. Minghao scrunches his nose up when you put your bare feet on the ground. “Ew. Don’t do that!”

You frown. “Why not! My feet hurt and I don’t care if it’s dirty—I can’t stand it anymore!”

Minghao sighs and shakes his head, and for a moment you think you’ve won this battle but then he’s turning around and tapping at his back. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“I am not g—”

Minghao shoots you a warning look, and you suddenly realize you’re too exhausted to care that much anyways. “I’ll give you a treat.”

Your tummy tumbles, and you’re glad he’s turned away so he can’t see the shit eating grin that creeps onto your lips. You don’t exactly understand what Minghao means by a treat as you climb onto his back, but when he secures his arms under your legs, you learn that you don’t need to.

You trust Minghao, more than anyone if you’re being honest, so as you curl your face into his neck as he carries you out of the company building and to the car, finally driving you home, you sit and smile because you know whatever he’s going to give you, you’re going to love it just as you love him.

So yeah, you’re not exactly surprised when Minghao pushes you onto the soft covers of the bed as soon as you enter your house, but then again, you’re not complaining either.

“You look really sexy in a suit,” Minghao murmurs, climbing on top of you as his fingers find his way up your pants and by its waistband.

“You don’t like it when I wear dresses?” you muse, shuffling up onto your elbows so you can lift your hips, Minghao yanking your pants down as you do.

“I do,” he says casually, sitting back on his heels as you kick the pants off and onto the ground, leaving your legs bare as Minghao settles between them. Slowly, he runs his fingers over them, the ghost of a touch as he traces over the inside of your thighs, circles around your knees, and smooths over your shins before finally curling them around your ankles.

You grow limp under him, letting his strong arms lift your legs up high as he runs his soft lips over the flesh of your calves. He whispers into your skin, the hot breath sending a ripple of shivers coursing through you. “Dresses are nice … but suits … fu-u-uck,” he draws out, placing open mouthed kisses down the inside of your legs.

You whimper when he shuffles down the bed and presses his face between your thighs, lips moving rougher and more fervent as he nips and lips at the skin. Minghao wants to drown himself in you—wants you to be the only thing he can taste on his tongue, wants you to be the only thing he can smell as he buries himself in the beauty between your legs.

“Fuck,” he groans, peeling himself away for a moment to stare down at you—your shirt is half unbuttoned, revealing the peek of your cleavage, and your lips are puffy, eyes blown out and hair all strewn as you await for more.

There aren’t words exchanged as Minghao starts to tug at his tie that’s starting to feel all too tight, the silk fabric tumbling between his deft fingers as he pulls it to the side and lets it fall onto the bed. He’s working through but buttons next, starting by the collar and working his way down, and you find yourself growing lost into sight of him.

From the way his adam’s apple bounces and jaw clenches when you whimper, to the way his shirt falls from his shoulders and leaves his pretty chest on display—you’re fucking entranced. Minghao rolls his neck back once, flashing you a hint of his chiseled jawline before craning his head back down and sucking your lips into a deep kiss.

His hands smooth under your shirt and press against your stomach as you grip at his firm shoulders as he mumbles against your lips, “Lemme eat you out.” God, the way he says it is so crude and so dirty, but fuck, if it doesn’t have you nuzzling your nose into his and nodding as your eyes flutter shut …

Minghao moves slowly, and it’s around now that you’d usually start to get impatient; you’d start to whine and squirm, chanting his name in hopes to get him to speed it up. Something in the air is different tonight, and as you close your eyes, you bask in the feeling of his body moving down yours.

You drink in the sounds of his soft pants and echoes of his mouth sucking against your exposed skin. Minghao is meticulous—he always is. It’s how he rose to the top in practically everything he did, and it’s how he’s making you crumble beneath his palms right now.

Your limbs move together in tandem, like you were both built for each other and each other only, bodies intertwining in a heated yet perfect mess as Minghao wraps his arms under your thighs and over your hips when you pull your soiled panties off. He’s done this more times than you can count, but not once has not left you in awe when he licks the first fat stripe.

Minghao knows you well—so, so well—better than yourself, you would add with no hesitation. He knows how to make you smile, knows how to make you laugh, knows how to make you writhe beneath him.

When his tongue delves between your folds and he sucks against the sensitive flesh, Minghao knows exactly what he’s doing. You glance down, finally parting your eyes, and are met with the sight of Minghao’s own heavy lids, and your stomach churns in the realization that he truly is enjoying this as much as you are.

Moans break free from your throat as he slides his tongue up and down, flicking against your clit and making out against your gaping cunt. The words on your tongue come out in a mangled mess, and Minghao can’t really understand what you’re saying, but then again, he doesn’t need to because he loves it.

Loves the way you’re whining from just a few subtle movements, loves how you chant his name like it’s the only word you know—fuck, Minghao loves everything goddamn thing about you and it’s driving him fucking crazy.

Minghao watches you grind upwards to meet the pace of his tongue and lips—it’s perfect. “The best,” he groans, parting his lips from your cunt for a moment so you can hear him better, although he’s not sure you’re even paying attention.

Your neck is thrown back and one hand is threaded through his hair, the other gripping at one of your exposed tits as white noise rushes through your ears. “Could live here,” Minghao says, not really to you but more to himself as he gazes down at your shiny folds before diving back in.

You, you, you, is all Minghao can think, and as he snakes one hand up your stomach, gripping at your other unattended breast, fingers flexing and clenching around the bouncy flesh. “Oh—Hao!” you whine out when he pinches your nipple. It’s not rough or harsh, but you’re so sensitive all over that even the brush of his hair against your skin has you jerking into his touch.

The cry of his name only eggs him on, and Minghao finds his eyes shutting tight as digs his face deeper and deeper into your slobbering core. Through the sucking, through the lapping, through the borderline making out with your cunt, Minghao starts to talk.

He tells you how good you taste, how pretty you sound, how fucking hard he is—his princess, that’s what he calls you. His pretty, pretty princess. Minghao doesn’t even know if you can hear him, but he also knows it doesn’t matter.

You’ll understand.

Minghao knows you’ll understand because everytime you moan his name, his hold on your tits tightens and his lips move with more and more vigor until you’re pulsing—fuck, he hasn’t even stuck anything in yet and you’re already being driven damn close to insanity.

It comes out in broken sobs—“‘m gonna cum, H-H-Hao! ‘m g’na—fuck!”

And he responds with equal passion, mutter into your wetness to, “Do it—fucking do it.”

Minghao devours you through the high that permeates your body, and you feel he might as well swallow you whole with the way his hands are all over you and the way you’re tugging at his hair (it’s painful, but Minghao concludes that this is the best kind of pain).

And then he’s kissing you, your sweet arousal mixing in a mess of both of your saliva as your tongues clash together. Your cheeks are wet as they press against each other and there you two are, rolling around on the sheets until your head is spinning, partly from the buzz of your orgasm but mainly from the pure passion that surges through your blood.

Your hands are in his hair, on his chest, sinking into his back, fumbling with his pants—they’re everywhere because, fuck, you just need to feel him. Minghao is no different because he’s also everywhere—unclipping your bra but still keeping your shirt on, sliding his hands over your tits and pressing against your neck, grinding into you as you shove his pants and boxers down.

You’re on top of him when he’s finally kicked his pants off, grinding down on the massive hard-on he’s wearing, swiveling your hips as he grips onto your tits as if they were a lifeline. “Put it in pretty,” Minghao moans, tweaking one nipple between his fingers as he uses his other hand to tap his thick, leaking cock against the base of your stomach.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice, and you’re pressing forward and lifting your hips. Again, Minghao knows you well. So well that it hardly takes him a second to find your dripping hole, aligning himself with you before jutting upwards.

You cry out at the sensation, sinking down on him almost immediately as your lips meet for another fervent kiss. It’s maddening, really, the way your clit rubs against his pelvis as you carefully rock your hips forward once you get adjusted to his side.

You moan into each other’s mouths and drink up the pleasure because that’s all you two know—in this moment, it’s only you and Minghao.

It’ll only ever be you and Minghao, because no one’s gonna be able to carve the shape of their cock into you like he’s doing so well right now. No one’s gonna lift their hips and swivel right back down, sucking him in and clenching him so tight like you’re doing so well right now. No one’s gonna ever share a moment like the two of you do right now, and as Minghao paws at your waist and threads his fingers into your hair, you both don’t need to say it, but you know.

Skin against skin echoes in symphony with your broken gasps and choked sobs as you begin to bounce over Minghao. He’s got you in a grip like a vise as he murmurs, “Princess—fuck, my pretty princess—feels s’good,” he slurs, to which you can only furrow your brows in pleasure and nod dumbly. You feel like you’re on fire, sweat all over as you chew down on your lip, trying to shake off the soaked dress shirt, but Minghao stops you with a firm hand on your arm.

“Keep it on pretty,” he whines, “Please.”

Something about the desperation in his voice has your heart strings strumming, and let your hand fall back onto him, shifting so his cock hits even deep inside of you. Your squeezing is more than he can handle, and Minghao wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close, lips ghosting over your neck and teeth sinking into your skin.

Through mangled whispers and hot skin, tangled limbs and melting lips, you two move through sheets languidly. For how long, you can’t say, but when you two reach your peaks together, it’s with words of love pushed through gritted teeth hard kisses.You two probably won’t be able to understand what the other is saying, but that’s okay because you don’t need to. You’ll know and Minghao will know—I love you.

#minghao x reader #minghao smut #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #📝 writing

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Restless 🔞

In which Jungkook is simply restless, especially when making love to you.

Tags/Warnings: WAY MORE ANGST WHY IS IT SO ANGSTY, Idol!Jungkook, ADHD sex position challenge I guess?, Roma made me do it, obviously smut, multiple positions duh, primal feel?, angsty sex, denial is a river in egypt, protected sex (reader has an IUD), cum, body fluids oops, sweat?, he cums inside and outside lol, biting, manhandling, oops my hand slipped and now I wrote porn with feels again

Length: 1.6k baby, look at that

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In the time of knowing him, Jungkook had always been restless.

He can't sit still for long, can't concentrate on one thing only, has to do something at all times it seems. Only sometimes, rarely, does he become lazy or tired, it seems. You cherish those moments just as much as the rest of the time you spend with him.

Now, you and Jungkook aren't necessarily.. a thing, at least not traditionally. He worries a lot; about his job, about you, about what could happen to the both of you if anything ever went public. But there's also this sinful feeling of doing something you're not supposed to, like a kid sneaking candy behind their parents backs. There's no denial even for you that you can't help but go back every single time. The feeling of longing sometimes just.. overwhelming.

You know this is gonna hurt you at some point. Maybe it won't hurt him as much, but it will hurt you, most definitely. He's sacrificed a lot and often throughout his lifetime already- who says he won't sacrifice you as well?

He's an Idol, a performer, singer, entertainer. He's made for the stage, made to be loved by millions, and you'd never force him to forget about that and leave this life behind. No. He's got it all, and he deserves it all. It's going to be fine. You'll just enjoy the times you have with him, the memories you're making.

It's not just sex, after all. You both often simply spend time with each other as friends as well. And you believe that that's what he actually sees you as- a friend, who's just a bit more intimate than a friend should be. And while his love might just be a daydream made up by your head to make your heart hurt less, his lust for you is most definitely real.

You don't know why he finds you so attractive, and you'll probably never fully understand it. Maybe it's because you're.. there. You're available. You're all he gets in this life, without fearing the consequences.

Jungkook is an old-school romantic with a twist here and there. He holds doors for you, helps you sit down at the dinner table whenever he cooks, opens tightly closed jars for you. He's a horribly cruel man in that department- because he always gives you attention, and something that might feel like it could potentially be love- but it's not. It's just a plastic rose that's going to catch dust at some point, never to bloom and never to rot either.

It'll just be thrown away, polluting the environment. Just like him leaving you one day will pollute your heart with feelings heavy and burning like molten lava, merciless.

"I- fuck." He gasps out as he halters his hips for a second, grip on them loosening as he kisses down your spine, your back arching downwards as you fall into the pillows below, entire bed already a mess. He's out of breath, and so are you- but you know he's not done with you yet. He's never just a hit-and-run kind of guy. He works his body until it literally gives in, never satisfied with just a one-time-high with you.

And he's also a carnal lover, raw and untamed.

He bites your skin, marks it up for you to remember, but also for himself to admire. Unbeknownst to you, he's hopelessly in love with you, no matter how hard he tries to distract himself, or scold his own emotions for acting out like that. You're just going to get hurt, and he knows this. He wants to end it every single time, but he also crawls back to you every night it seems, desperate to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, taste you on his tongue. He's starving, even though he's currently taking his fill.

Maybe that's why he feels so desperate every time he's with you like this. Maybe that's why he feels as if nothing is ever enough. As if he can't get close enough.

It scares him, admittedly.

With his hands on your hips, he slips out of your heat, obscene sounds accompanying every movement as he maneuvers you onto your back, hands pushing your knees apart in an impatient manner, before he slips back inside. With his knees digging into the mattress below, he holds your wrists close, pulls you into every thrust like that, jaw clenched and eyes unmoving, focused on you and the way you look.

Divine. Enchanting. Absolutely beautiful.

He wants to cry at how your skin seems like it's made of glass with the slight layer of sweat. He used to hate it on himself, used to hate it on others as well, but in a weird way, when it comes to intimacy with you, nothing seems to bother him at all. Not your slick coating his thighs. Not your spit drooling down his length whenever you give him head. Not the cum he covers you with at the end of every round.

He wants it all. He wants you.

His knees seem to ache after just a few moments, muscles itching to move in other ways as he pulls out yet again, making you whine. "I can't-" He stammers, unsure what he wants to say. He doesn't know why he's especially restless this time. It's like nothing feels quite right.

Until you climb onto his lap, pushing back his chest to get into a proper position to ride him. It's moments like these that simply hurt him, because you're always so attentive to his needs. You don't seem to need any verbal communication with him at all to know what he needs, what he wants.

And yet, you're oblivious of his feelings, or so he thinks.

He wants to keep you safe, hold you close, show you off and hide you at the same time. He just wants you, nothing else, and that's not just his lust speaking for him.

No, he's not like that. He knows what's right and what's wrong. He knows when to listen to his heart, and when to ignore it. But with you, he can't. It's all so loud, his thoughts, his feelings, his brain won't shut up about you it feels like.

He sits up with you again, pushes you closer by the small of your back, crosses his legs and finally kisses you again.

He keeps kissing to a minimum most of the time, hates how good it feels, how comfortable it is, how much it affects him. Your lips are so soft, moving in perfect sync, and when you tease his piercing or bite his lip, he just can't help but growl out because you just have to be sent from hell by the devil himself with the mission to drive him mad.

There's no way a person can fill his mind and body up like this simply by existing.

He's desperate by now. His cum already sticks to your tits, has already made its way down to your belly, some of it even rubbed off on his own chest, but he still isn't satisfied. He's close, so close, and his muscles are yelling at him to stop and rest, but he can't stop now.

"You close?" He murmurs between his open mouthed kisses, lips traveling along your jawline now before his head falls into the crook of your neck, teeth gripping any flesh he can as he marks you up. You just whine, and nod. You stopped trying to count your highs with him. It's surely never just one, however, that much you're sure of.

You know by now how to tell when he's close as well. His actual end, that is.

The muscles in his thighs tremble visibly under the stress he's forcing them under. The veins along his arms and hands are prominent, sweat dripping along his neck and chest. He will become more vocal, start to whine, even growl, hips becoming erratic as he collects every little last drop of strength to make sure you'll finish alongside him. "Hold it." He demands, teeth clenched together as he suddenly becomes more forceful, the sound of skin against skin loud and obscene echoing off his bedroom walls, as you whimper beneath him. "Fucking hold it.!" He growls out, palms grabbing your thighs before they slip beneath the small of your back, lifting you up a little for that very specific angle he knows will send him off the edge. "Cum baby, fuck!" He finally tells you, before your hips start to move erratically, no longer under your control as your orgasm hits you full force.

You don't notice the way his cum stays inside, this time. Because he doesn't pull out, keeps you close, falls to his side with you in his arms.

He doesn't know why he feels so incredibly emotional this time. As if he just cant hold himself together anymore, if he doesn't have his arms around you. The room smells like sex, air stuffy, bodies awfully slick from your entire endeavor. Usually, it ends like this. Usually, he will part from you, shower by himself to give you time to get your strength back up enough to clean yourself up after him. He hates leaving you on your own like that, wants to care for you before and after the act because that's how you're supposed to be treated, but he knows, the longer he keeps you close in a headspace like that, the more he will end up hurting.

But tonight, he can't bring himself to leave you.

Tonight, he holds you tenderly, kisses fluttering against your bare shoulder, as he feels your breath start to even out.

Tonight, he will clean you up first, before he will change the sheets and shower himself.

Tonight, he will let you sleep in his bed together with him while he airs out the room, cold chills forcing you both under the covers that smell like fresh laundry and unfulfilled dreams.

Tonight, he will let you have his heart.

Tonight, he will break.

And so will you.

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#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine

[skymoral]

🩵Meeting The Family🩵

BI-HAN X B!F Reader

Summary: Your family has been pestering you to introduce your boyfriend to them. And they thought the most sane thing to do was invite you both to your family BBQ

Tags: Family/Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy, Love, fun, chaotic, shockingly Bi-Han is enjoying himself

A/N: Who doesn’t love a black family bbq lol

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“Bi Han babe, you really don’t have to go. I have a big family… And you know they can get annoying.” You explained slightly having a tug o war with your boyfriend in the bed.

Tugging the invitation back and forth from each other.

“Your mother specifically requested me to join your family event. It would be wrong for me to decline.” Bi-Han told you, finally snatching the invitation from your hand.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Why?”

“I already told you why.”

“Which was not a good enough reason… Are you embarrassed by me?” Bi-Han asked you with a slightly displeased look.

“What!? Fuck no, you daddy are the whole package… I just don’t want to make a bad impression, and you might… not want to be around me anymore, because of my family… They can be a bit much.” You hung your head messing with the sheets.

You really liked Bi-Han, and you want to continue a future with him. You’ll do anything for this man, but knowing his personality and character.

You weren’t so sure if being around your loud ass family would cause a shift in your relationship.

Bi-Han lift your chin up to look at him, “I will be the judge of that. I do not care what your family will say or do. Just as long as you know that you are still M I N E.”

You blushed at his proclamation, Bi-Han was literally one of a kind. And definitely out of this world(Literally). You pulled him into a passionate kiss.

You just hope your family would keep there chaotic behavior to a minimum.

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• Next Morning on Sunday •

You were with your mother “Whitney” and father “Charles”. Helping prep for the BBQ, for the family and before you went to get your boyfriend.

“I hope you told that young boy about the BBQ?” Your glared at you from the stove pointing at you with her hot spoon.

You rolled your eyes as you were sorting the deviled eggs in the pan on the island in the kitchen.

“Unfortunately yes, despite my refusal. He was dead set on coming.”

“Good! I’m happy he still coming despite my baby thinking we gonna embarrass her in front of her man… OOH! I also asked Gina to pick up some Chinese cuisine and dishes, I want to make sure the baby have something he can eat.” Your mother was stirring the spaghetti.

You did think it was sweet, your mother was trying to be considerate of his palette and taste.

“That boi is gonna eat what we make. We ain’t always going to cater to all these lil boys you bring around this family.” Your father shouted from outside cooking on the grill.

You groaned at the comment, “CHARLES HUSH! She didn’t ask me to, that decision was all me. Do not be rude to this man when he comes.”

It was your father turn to groan, you laughed at his frustration. At least you could rely on your Mother to not embarrass you.

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Y/N was secretly hyperventilating in her room with her aunt Erica. Her boyfriend was almost here…. Which she knew but…

HE WAS BRINGING HIS BROTHERS! You just hoped that at least they were dressed… Normal, and not in fight gear

Why was his brothers coming you asked

• Flashback to two hours earlier •

“Why is Kaui and Tomas coming!?” You asked your boyfriend. Confused and upset.

You were walking behind Bi-Han, as he was watching his clan practice different fighting forms.

“They asked where I was going, I told them. They asked if they could come, sense it’s a family thing. I told them yes, because I assumed you would feel less uncomfortable, end of story.” Bi-Han finally facing you.

You sighed, then giving him your best smile. “Bi-Han babe, Sweetface. You’re amazing, sexy, and a top notch nigga… But that idea is far from making me comfortable.”

“Then you can tell them you don’t want them to come, problem solved.” Bi-Han left you speechless.

“That’s not fucking SOLVING ANYTHING!” You shouted upset. You could’ve sworn you heard him laughing like a jackass in the distance.

• Flashback over •

“Listen peaches, I know it’s a lot with how already chaotic it is. Not to mention yo cousins and there kids over… but you can’t hide that man forever.”

“Trust me it’s possible TT.” You sighed, she just chuckled at you.

“Cmon now, It’s better if you’re down there. Where he can see a familiar face. Or do you want your uncle Gregory seeing him first… Remember the incident with your sister.” Your aunt smirked eyeing you closely.

That made you quickly stand up and rush downstairs. You were dodging everyone and there long winded conversation. Your grandmother almost caught you, because woman could talk for eons.

Just as you stepped outside to find him and his brothers. Your uncle was already greeting them.

“Well lookie here… Where you boys from? Ya lost? Ooh wait I know y’all the delivery people? I don’t see any packages or fo-“

“Haha! Thank you Unc! This is my lover Bi-Han and his brothers Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada. Bi-Han, Kuai, Tomas this is my uncle Gregory. Cool? Cool!”

Before you could pull them away, they greeted him. Your Uncle shaking Bi-Han’s hand “Well well well! You the boy this girl keep talking about like every day news. How she wants to have kids with and mar-“

“UNCLE! AUNTIEEE!” You whined loudly, Bi-Han just smirked at you. It was rare for him to smile in public and his brothers saw this.

“Gregory leave that poor girl and them boys alone. Go on now.” Your Aunt Erica shooed him away. “Hello it’s a pleasure to meet you boys, especially my niece’s boyfriend. Anyone my peaches cares and love, we do as well welcome to the family Bi-Han.” She gave him a hug, which he returned stiffly, the others returned happily.

“Likewise madam.”

“Ooo! What an octave.” Your blushed slightly, giggling as she walked away. You rubbed your hands down your face.

“I’m glad you guys came normally at least, and I apologize about my uncle… He ain’t all there the head.”

“We didn’t want to embarrass you, so Tomas had asked Johnny for some help on outfits… It was harder trying to get Brother to go through with it.” Kuai Liang pointed at Bi-Han who scoffed.

“We had to explain it to him from your point of view. Besides it was nice seeing your relative, they were quite welcoming and homey.” Tomas told you.

You were now kinda happy he brought his brothers along. On top of them making him dress normal, which you had to admit… he was definitely looking like a meal.

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You were impressed the event was going smoothly. Despite everyone fawning over your boyfriend and his brothers.

Kuai and Tomas was surrounded by hormones from your cousins. Although they didn’t noticed… Well that’s what you assumed as they were still talking and hanging around them.

Your mother was an angel and the sweetest, she literally welcomed Bi-Han and he was already in the family and son-in-law. Even so she didn’t need to tell you about your ratchet days and giving him copies of your photos from your childhood. He was enjoying those stories.

Your father on the other hand was sizing him up, and you don’t know why Bi-Han was doing the same thing. He probably didn’t appreciate that.

“So you dating my sweet little girl huh? I see you couldn’t find nobody your shade Y/N?”

“DADDY!”

“CHARLES!” Your mother yelled, hands on her hip.

“I don’t believe that should be your concern or problem.”

“BABE!?”

“BROTHER!?” Kuai shouted. He wasn’t far from the scene. Bi-Han was standing next to her father at the grill.

“I’m her father, and you think being rude is going to get me to like you? Did your father teach you respect boy?”

“My Father is Dead. And I understand your role and blood to my Y/N. I only returned what you gave to me. As a grandmaster of my clan, I do not respect those that disrespect me or my wife! No matter who they are.”

“W-Wife?” You spoke to yourself blushing, but at the same time wanting this to not escalate further.”

Your father just stared at him quietly, before breaking into a fit of laughter patting Bi-Han’s shoulder.

You looked so confused then upset, Bi-Han still having his same demeanor and stoic face. Your mother shaking her head.

“I like him Y/N, he’s a keeper. A man isn’t afraid to speak his mind. He ain’t like them other ones you were with. Can you promise me you’ll keep my little girl safe? She’s the last one and means the world to me, I’m entrusting her to you.”

“I give you my word she is safe with me, and if anyone dares to try and harm her. Will die by my hands.” Bi-Han responded with a serious tone.

Your father can tell he was not playing and don’t know whether it was a good or bad thing. But happy someone will care and protect you. Because he’s getting to old.

You ran up and hugged your father, “Thank you daddy.” You smiled, he nodded holding back tears. By hiding his face in your shoulder.

They pulled away, you took Bi-Han’s arm to bring him inside the house. Before y’all could leave.

“Also I’m sorry to hear about your father, if you ever need anything Bi-Han. You can always talk to me, as well as your brothers. Sense you’ll marry my daughter soon, we’re practically family.”

You and your mother thought that was the sweetest thing. Bi-Han’s brothers looked touched, and maybe your boyfriend as well.

“It would be our honor… Father.” Bi-Han told him and the trio did a bowing gesture.

Now that melted your heart.

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It was slightly dark, the older people were around the fire pit outside.

The food for the BBQ was fucking fire, even Bi-Han and his brothers enjoyed the food.

It was a mixture of what they eat and what your father cooked.

The kids and a couple of the other families were surrounding Kuai and Tomas outside. Watching them as they were teaching a couple of kids the Lin Kuei martial arts. Which was extremely adorable.

You were trying to figure out where Bi-Han was, you was only talking with your cousin for a little bit. He wasn’t outside, and then you asked your mother. Who told you that he was inside the house in the living room.

You entered and pause slightly hiding behind the side wall of the entrance. You noticed your little cousin Angelica sitting on Bi-Han’s lap. Talking to him.she had French braids with colorful beads and big glasses. She was the shyest girl in the family, and him being the angriest and detached.

Like is the world coming to an end?

“So then he kept pushing me down on the floor in gym class. All the kids started laughing at me, I don’t really like conflict and didn’t want to get in trouble. So I just stayed on the floor in the corner while the other kids played… Not that anyone would play with me either.” Angelica told him sadly.

“You did not retaliate? What did your parents say?”

“Nothing really, at first they told the principle. Which only made it worse for me and then both families got into a heated argument… I just want them to stop bullying me.”

“If you wish for them to stop, the you must MAKE THEM STOP. Crying and hiding will not solve your problems. It’ll make them feel as if they have power over you, which they DO NOT! Undisciplined snots should be taught a lesson, we are family now. And anyone in my family will not be weak and defenseless.” Bi-Han sat her down, standing up.

“I will have you train with the girls of the Lin Kuei, I will inform your parents.”

“Really!? That’ll be cool… But uh… I have school tomorrow and he’s going to be there.” Angelica losing her excitement.

Bi-Han kneeled in front of her, doing a finger gesture telling her to come closer. She brought her ear to him. He whispered something in her ear. Making her jump from excitement.

“That will be our plan.” Bi-Han, smiled at her, Angelica nodded at him. Then gave him a big hug, before hearing her mother calling to her they are leaving.

She ran out passing you, Bi-Han looking at you. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Giving him a sweet kiss, he grabbed your waist tight.

Pulling you close to deepen the kiss, you pulled away. “Are you really going to teach my lil cousin how to fight? That girl is not a fighter.”

“Of Course, and she will be. Also you have a bad habit with eavesdropping.” Bi-Han starring at you with longing eyes.

“Yeah I know… guess it’s genetics, I get it from my mother.”

That made Bi-Han laugh, which was always music to your ears.

“Today was… different, you do indeed have a strange family. With a strong bond, maybe stronger than with my own.”

“Well you can always strengthen your bond with your brothers… By being a bit nicer yea?”

He scoffed at that playing with your frohawk. “I enjoyed talking with your mother. May be my most favorite thing about this event.” You laughed shoving him away, as if he was excluding you.

“Well I’ll let her know the great grandmaster. Enjoys my mother’s company, which is very high praise where you come from.”

He smirked pulling you into another kiss, which you didn’t mind. You’re glad the BBQ and your family didn’t scare him and his brothers away.

It may have just brought y’all closer together

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• BONUS •

Angelica was gathering her things as school was over. Her ride was here earlier than usual, as they were waiting for her.

As she stepped out of the building, she was immediately shoved. Making her miss a step and failing on the concrete.

She slightly teared up, holding her scrap knee. As the boys were laughing at her in front of her face.

She stood up, grabbing her cracked glasses. She glared at him with glossy eyes, puffing up her chest.

“Ooh look seems like Ms. Four eyes, is trying to stand up for herself. You won’t and can’t do anything.” The bully boy told her.

She wiped her eyes, smirking at him, “Oh I won’t, but Big Brother Bi-Han will.”

“Bi-Han?” The boy noticed his guys were tossed in the bushes. Before someone picked him up from his backpack.

“That’s grandmaster to you.” A deep menacing voice came into the boys ear. Before he could say anything. He was flung in the air with such strength and height.

All the kids looked up, Angelica smirking. As they heard the boy screaming. He was coming down, but his pants got pierced and caught on the flag pole. Going through his pants and shorts. Giving him a wedgy making him cry and scream.

Becoming snotty shouting for his Mommy, the kids started laughing at him.

“Let this be a reminder to you boy and everyone else!” The kids went silent.

“If I find out anyone has laid a hand on her. You will get the same treatment as him.” Bi-Han glared at all the kids and superiors. All of them nodded.

“Come! Your training begins today.” Bi-Han turned away with Angelica behind.

“Don’t mess with the Lin Kuei BOYYYYY!” She crossed her hands, then followed behind Bi-Han giving him a high five. Before holding his hand, going through a portal.

A/N: No lie that one was a lot longer than expected, but it was fun. I mainly enjoyed the Angelica bit, to see how he interacts with kids

Hope you ladies enjoyed this one as well!💅🏾

BI-HAN’S OUTFIT

KUAI LIANG’S OUTFIT

TOMAS VRBADA’S OUTFIT

#bi han is daddy material #bi han is sexy fight me #bi han x you #bi han fanfic #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han sub zero #bi han mortal kombat #mortal kombat #black reader #tooth rotting fluff #family fanfic #black fanfic writer #black family

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the way i gasped when i see you have obey me! as fandom you follow is so dramatic, no but i swear I gasped dramatically pinky swear!!

Your headcannons for Yan! Solomon because he's my husband. I love his enigmatic style and how he has "oops! just created another disaster but hey i also have the solution" energy and on the serious note that despite knowing he had very less chances with MC in original timeline he still had their back everytime. I love my Shady McWizardson so much i cannot explain it to you. When NB came i was like 'this is it. this is solo stans era and we are living our dream!' How they'd play house with each other has me kicking my feet!!

Alsooo,, who's your favourite OM character 👀

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Yandere! Solomon

GIRL I AM ALSO IN LOVE WITH SOLOMON HE'S SO SHADY AND LOWKEY YAN. Although he DOES need to lay off the kitchen like stop going there bbgirl-- ALSO, favorite OM character? With the brothers, it's Beel. I love my big boy, my himbo, my everything. Jealous and clingy Beel is a blessing that comes once in a blue moon and I thank last year's valentines event for that. Outside of the brothers, it's ironically Solomon and Barbatos LOL FAIR WARNING THOUGH, I'm not that far yet in Obey Me Nightbringer. I did complete the original Obey me up to 80, but that's it. SO THERE WILL BE DETAILS THAT ARE WRONG!No nsfw for this one hehe

You know how everybody says that no things and events are coincidences?

This sorcerer definitely and deliberately got you transported back in time to solo you.

You don't need to know that though.

At first, he indeed got a bit guilty from isolating you so suddenly and without a warning from your beloved demon brothers.

But the more he saw the beauty of you and him living like a domestic couple together?

It eased his guilt almost immediately.

Back then in the original world, he spent most of his time gazing at you from afar. Wishing that it was he who was closest to you.

Not those demon brothers that he can't seem to shake at all.

Sure, he became your master/mentor, but that's it. You never saw him more than that.

And it frustrated him greatly.

So he had no choice. I hope you forgive him for that :(.

Solomon definitely got more closer to you once you went back in time.

But it was still hard not to frown when he sometimes hear you cry in wanting to go back to the present.

So, he does his best to distract you from everything.

Solomon definitely manipulates everything to his whims if it means getting closer to you.

I can also see Solomon being nicer to you and a distant coldness to him when somebody speaks to him that's not you.

Two-faced Solomon is a thing i've been thinking about for quite a while, and it fits him so well.

If he had a choice, he would just keep you from rekindling flames with the past brothers at all.

But he's too nice for that.

That, and he can't afford your image of him to break at all.

People will warn you about him and how he's shady.

But you know him best! He would never force a demon on a pact at all! All of these demons only knew the sorcerer Solomon, and not him.

Oh he would definitely use tears also. He will not hesitate to do so once he knows tears are your weakness.

He will build an image of a mischievous but good sorcerer in your eyes.

And he will not hesitate to eliminate those who threatens to break that image at all

Both of you are human! Only you and him are all the both of you got. The others cannot be trusted that much.

Even the brothers! They're not your demon brothers that's for sure.

So only rely on him.

And only him.

Let's just say it was a bad day for Solomon.

He went back to the present and he can hear the present demon brother's bemoans of agony from not having you.

They were about to tear the whole devildom apart trying to find you.

Oops, Solomon didn't tell them. His bad, really.

The sorcerer society also decided to pester him greatly.

Then, there's Barbatos in both the past and present to bring you back to the present to not mess with the timeline anymore.

But Barbatos foresaw this already. So what's the point?

This only made Barbatos frown and say "He's gonna regret that."

Eh. He won't.

When Solomon went back to the hall, he realized you weren't there.

Strange, you're usually home by this time.

He asked the demon brothers, nothing.

He asked Simeon and Diavolo. But nothing also.

He even went as far to ask Thirteen, only to get a face full of octopus.

He's getting frustrated, not until he saw little Luke acting fidgety.

Oh. He knows where you are.

Unfortunately for him, you ran away from the hall because you figured out that he deliberately transported you here.

You screamed at him, asking him why.

And you started to question everything about him. About how if he's really as nice as he is, as to why he's so adamant on helping you, on how he knows every solution to everything!

Solomon can feel his whole resolve crumble. All his hard work down the drain.

Last chance to make this right...

He got on his knees, hugging your legs and crying his eyes out. God knows how desperate he was for you to believe him.

"NO! Y/N I SWEAR I DID IT FOR A GOOD REASON I CANNOT SAY!"

He made it seem like the time travel was necessity for your safety, that something will happen if he didn't do it.

The waterworks, and his heartfelt confession of finally admitting his feelings wholeheartedly, and that he never lied to you... It felt genuine (It's not).

And you, ever so soft on him, decided to forgive him that easily.

And he smiles, for he knew he got to you.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #yandere fic #obey me solomon #obm #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #yandere solomon

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Fated Friends | lmh

skz masterlist

pairing: lee minho x f!reader

warnings: female reader (i'm sorry, i promise to branch out one day), reader has a kid, heavily based off of gilmore girls bc it's my comfort show, slight health scare, not proofread lol

summary: minho isn't a very outwardly emotional guy, and honestly, he's come to be comfortable that way. weird how the kind of person he's sure to be the bane of his existence ends up breaking that habit, huh?

a/n: this is going to be at least two parts... yeah. i'm sorry. anyway i hope you enjoy this, whatever it is. also, sorry for any eventual grammar mistakes; i am not a native english speaker, so be gentle with me pls 🙏 also, i have had this as a wip for a while so using this as an excuse to complete the november clownracha prompt! @wooyussy @sunnytaes

The diner was busy. Minho hadn’t been running it for that long, just two years and some change, but it had still become somewhat of a staple in their little town. There were regulars who came in almost every day for at least one meal, and even though he might not show it outwardly, he really enjoyed making them food they seemed to appreciate.

There was a routine to it all, and it made him feel safe. The first six months he’d had absolutely no idea what he was doing, and it had been terrifying. Once he got past the insecurity, he’d felt good. He had managed to do what his father had done before him and run a successful business. Granted, his father had been running a hardware store before he died, not a diner, but it was close enough in his mind.

Once a year had passed, he started to feel bored instead of good. He loved his diner, and he loved running it, but he felt like there was no excitement in his life (unless you counted burning himself on oil from the deep fryer, of course - that had definitely led him to an eventful few weeks without the use of his left hand). Since he was running his own business, there was practically no rest for him. He had taken a total of two days off since starting the diner, but only because he actually did have to go to the hospital (courtesy of the fryer-incident) and the dentist.

The days that the diner was busy were good. There was no time to think about how he missed fishing and camping, how he hadn’t flirted with a woman since all this started, and much less been on a date with one. There had been a few customers, mostly tourists passing through, who had flirted with him before. He had always been generally awkward, stuttering his way through the interaction and then suffered through the teasing of the older women who lived in the small town and had known him since he was in diapers. It was great, obviously.

And then someone showed up and broke his routine entirely.

It was a busy day, the town selectman had been arranging a festival of some sort to “encourage tourism” which meant that Minho had a whole lot more customers than usual. He was running around taking and delivering orders, refilling coffees, and wiping down tables as fast as he could. He inwardly sighs when he hears the bell over the door ring again, because as much as he loves running a successful business, he’s busy enough as it is.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he says over his shoulder as he’s wiping down a table.

“No but see, I don’t have a moment,” a woman’s voice says back, a sort of panicky twinge to it that makes him turn around to look at her.

She’s gorgeous. Her eyes are shining in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and her hair is a tangled mess. Her clothing is a bit rumpled, and she’s not wearing any make-up, but suddenly the urge to flirt has returned to him from the dead. Then he hears the bell signaling food is ready, and he’s snapped out of his brief stupor.

“Yeah, well,” he starts, moving toward the two plates readily waiting for him on the counter, “neither do I. Wait or go somewhere else for coffee.”

Once he’s grabbed the food and turned around to give it to the customers at one of the tables in the corner, he is immediately stopped in his tracks as the woman is standing two feet in front of him with a gleam in her eyes that somehow both intrigues and terrifies him.

“No but you don’t understand,” she starts, and Minho heaves a sigh as he dodges around her to actually complete the order delivery, “my coffee machine at home broke, and my five-year-old is sick so I had to stay up all night, and the coffee at work has run out and so I am here, desperately begging you for like five cups of coffee before I collapse in a heap on the street and it’s all your fault.”

The woman follows him to the table and keeps incessantly nagging, and the only thing he can think is wait, she has a five-year-old? She doesn’t look older than 20 or so, if even that. At least that gave him a reason to stop looking at her beautiful eyes, stop his stupid heart from wanting him to talk and flirt with her, because he cannot handle a kid. He kind of hates kids, honestly - they’re always sticky, and never have intelligent answers to anything, and always get on his nerves.

“Listen, it sounds like your day isn’t going particularly well and I have the utmost sympathy for that having had a few bad ones myself, but I have a diner full of hungry people, so if coffee is all you want I’m gonna have to ask you to wait.”

At this, the woman gasps out loud, her eyes widening and jaw dropping indignantly.

“Excuse you? Just coffee? This is classism! Discrimination! You’re the one who serves coffee in the first place, which I know by the way because I saw someone with a take-away cup with your logo on it, and if you don’t want my business then I guess I should just leave.”

This makes Minho snort out loud and turn to her bemusedly. “Fine by me.”

She lets out another indignant gasp and goes up to the counter, grabbing a newspaper that’s just lying there. He hears the bell signaling another order is done, and goes to fetch the plates, but he keeps her in the corner of his eye.

“You,” she says when he walks past her to take another order, “what’s your zodiac sign?”

He stops in his tracks and turns to stare at her. What in the world was this woman even doing in here? She must be some kind of crazy. Or many kinds, he mutters in his own head.

“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, I’m just going to assume which one,” she says defiantly, staring at him for a moment before huffing. “Okay, taurus it is then.” She then grabs a pen, writes something on the section of horoscopes in the newspaper and tears it out, holding it out to him. “Take it,” she says when he just keeps staring.

“Why should I?” He asks in confusion, and she huffs again.

“Because you should read your horoscope, of course,” she says in a tone that implies he’s being an idiot. Boy, does he feel like one when he takes the note. It says Give the crazy woman a cup of coffee, or she’ll never leave you alone. 

“What is this?” He asks exasperatedly, spotting the customers wanting to order becoming impatient.

“It’s your horoscope, duh,” she replies, rolling her eyes at him. “You should do what it says and keep it, I’ve heard that horoscopes have been updated to be the same every day from now on.”

“Every- just fix your coffee-maker, or better yet, get a new one!” Minho finds himself yelling back, and the woman just smirks at him.

“No, I like my old one, my kid put googly eyes on it and we named him Lambert. Now get me my coffee so I can get back to work on time!” Minho stares at her for a bit longer. “You do know that if you’d just given me the coffee when I asked for it I would have been gone already, right?”

He realizes that she’s right, even though he hates to admit it. He gives her a stern glance and goes to take the couple in the corner’s order first before quickly pouring four cups of coffee and handing them to her in a cardboard tray.

Once she gets them, she gives him a huge smile that makes his stomach do a flip before grabbing them and running out the door - not before giving him more money than the coffee is worth. He huffs, staring after her through the window for a moment before being pulled back to reality by the loud clearing of a throat - a customer wants to order.

A few days later, it’s the middle of the afternoon lull. All the dishes are done, all unused tables are cleared, and Minho is filling salt and pepper shakers at the counter when the bell above the door signals that someone entered the diner. He looks up and immediately regrets it when he sees the crazy woman from before accompanied by a little kid.

He begrudgingly has to admit, he had been thinking about her a lot. Her eyes had been so captivating, and the smile she had given him before leaving had made him feel completely out of his depth somehow. Every time he poured a cup of coffee for someone, all he could think about was her. Which is crazy, because he doesn’t even know her name.

This time, her hair is let down and styled in gentle waves. Her clothes aren’t rumpled, and she’s wearing make-up. And yet, the one thing that pulls Minho in is her eyes. Well, that and her absolute angel of a kid. The kid’s eyes are the exact same shade as her mother’s, her cheeks round and rosy, her hair long and neatly brushed, and her bag so full of books it hangs slightly open due to the zipper not being able to close all the way around the sheer volume of them. Her mother helps her hop onto a chair at a table, taking the bag and placing it on the floor. The little girl immediately reaches to grab a book out of it, but her mother snatches it mid-air and places it on the other side of her own chair, out of her daughter’s reach.

“But mom,” the little girl whines with such an adorable pout Minho is sure he would have given in after 0.2 seconds flat, but the woman just shakes her head.

“I know you want to read, and I’m really really glad about that, but we’re gonna be eating now, honey. You don’t want those library books to get all sticky, now do you?”

At her mother’s words, the little girl gasps and shakes her head. It’s the cutest thing he’s seen all day. “I would never let them! That’s gross, and I would probably be fined!” Then she gasps again, her eyes even wider than before. “Would it get put in a record somewhere?!”

Minho expects her mother to simply calm her down, tell her that she probably won’t be put on some list of wrong-doers and that, even if she was put on one, it wouldn’t have any consequences other than a $2 fine.

“Oh yes, you’ll be put on a record. It might even go to the police,” is what she says instead, and Minho blanches. Aren’t you supposed to comfort kids instead of scare them?

“No way,” the little girl says, eyes still wide as saucers.

“Yes way,” her mother says with a straight face and a playful tone. “They’ll put you on a list, and then they will forward it to the police, and they will pay to have a man with a camera to follow you around and take pictures whenever you make a mess. Then all those pictures will be sent to Harvard when you apply.”

The story is ridiculous, and yet… Minho finds himself smiling. It’s kind of funny. Then he starts to fear that the kid is going to cry. He really can’t handle children crying, he hates the sound of it and never knows how to fix it so he gets all panicky and ends up leaving most of the time. (It also kind of breaks his heart, but no one needs to know that.) However, the little girl doesn’t cry. Instead, she grins at her mother.

“Ah yes, whatever shall I do.”

At her response, her mother huffs happily and ruffles her daughter’s hair. The little girl opens a menu and starts browsing through it, looking remarkably concerned as she reads it over. Her mother starts looking around, and suddenly locks eyes with him. She smiles awkwardly. That’s when Minho pulls himself together and realizes he should go take their order. He clears his throat and walks over to their table.

“You’re back,” he remarks in a monotone.

“Ah, yeah,” she says, looking down at her hands on the table. “What are the chances I didn’t act quite as crazy as I remember? Because what is crazy when you think about it, you know?”

“Well, I’m not a doctor, but I would say you qualify,” Minho answers before he really registers what’s going through his head. He freezes, scared that he offended her. She might get on his nerves (kind of), but he doesn’t want to be mean nonetheless. He might lose a customer, after all.

“I agree,” the little girl chimes in, looking up from the menu and grinning at Minho so brightly he’s sure it could have blinded him. He feels his heart squeeze tight. “Mom gets crazy when she doesn’t get her coffee.”

“Hm, well I don’t think you’re old enough to know whether I’m crazy or not, missy,” the woman responds, sticking her tongue out at her daughter, which the little girl does right back.

“I read more than you do, so I would say I am more qualified to make a judgment on that than you are,” the woman’s daughter bites back with a sarcastic grin, and Minho just stares as the woman rolls her eyes and calls her daughter a nerd under her breath with a proud smile through it all.

Having to move on for the sake of his sanity (because if he gets any more opportunities to stare at the woman’s eyes and demeanor and general presence he will absolutely lose it - out of frustration or attraction is unclear), he clears his throat a little and raises the notepad and pencil he has at the ready to take their orders.

“Oh, right,” the woman sighs, grabbing a menu and flipping through it quickly. “I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries, a milkshake, a grilled cheese, two donuts and a cup of coffee. Hana?”

Minho just blankly stares at the woman, shocked at the amount of food she had ordered just for herself. It’s 4pm and she ordered food for at least two people? Then again, he muses to himself, she did have a kid so there was probably a husband around somewhere. Maybe they were meeting up and having an early dinner before the town meeting that night?

He tries not to think too hard about the notion of her having a husband; it’s stupid to be disappointed, especially when he still doesn’t know her name or really anything about her except for her crippling caffeine addiction.

“I want a cheeseburger, too,” the little girl - Hana - says thoughtfully, chewing on her lip. “Oh, and can I have extra fries, please?” He can’t say no to her adorable angel-like face (just as he predicted), and just nods, so she continues. “I also want a milkshake and a chocolate muffin, please.”

Her bizarre order goes over his head first, as he is distracted by the little girl’s impeccable manners and the thought that maybe, just maybe, all children aren’t demons, but then he registers what she said and raises his eyebrows as high as they can go.

“Are you sure? That’s a lot of food,” he points out gently. She thinks for a second, chewing on her bottom lip again, and then nods firmly.

“Yes, please,” she says, and he just nods.

“Okay then,” Minho says, half expecting her mother to chime in and tell her that no, it’s a Wednesday and she can’t have that many sweets, but nothing comes aside from an indulging smile.

He goes to the kitchen, tearing the page he had written on out of his notepad  and handing it to the chef dazedly. Then he turns around to look at the table again, and just stares. There was no way that little girl could eat that much food, was there?

As it turns out, there was. Minho watches in astonished horror as the sweet angelic little girl puts away a cheeseburger, extra fries, a milkshake and a chocolate muffin. Who really takes the cake, however, is Hana’s mother. His theory about the father joining them had evidently been entirely false, as the food that already had been a tall order for thwo people to consume had been completely devoured by no one except a mid-sized woman and her tiny six-year-old. On top of that, halfway through their meal, the older woman had ordered an extra plate of chili fries. How in the world those were gone in ten minutes, Minho would never know, and he is pretty happy that he can escape that knowledge.

When they are done eating, Hana’s mother patiently helps her wipe down their table so she can take out her homework and get started on it. She then looks around until she finds Minho and waves at him to come over with a smile. He ignores the somersault his stomach does at the gesture.

“Want to pay?” he asks, fully expecting that to be the case.

“Uhm, not yet. Could I just have another cup of coffee?” the woman asks, and he decides enough is enough.

“You do know caffeine is horrible for your health, right? So are burgers, fries, chili fries even more so, donuts and milkshakes,” he points out, fully expecting a screaming match. To his surprise, the woman just smiles brighter.

“Sure I know that. So, my cup of coffee?”

He just blinks in pure astonishment. He then turns around and goes behind the counter to grab the pot of coffee, returning to their table to fill her cup. Then the little girl looks up.

“Excuse me mister, what’s your name?”

The way the little girl has him wrapped around her finger already is terrifying. His heart is melting, he feels the urge to be all sappy and ask her about school, her friends and her hobbies, and play games with her or something. Whatever would make her smile. He has no idea where that urge came from.

“Uh, it’s Lee Minho,” he answers dumbly, looking down into those innocently sparkling eyes.

“Okay. Mr. Lee, could I have some orange soda, please? I’m a bit thirsty,” she says, and he feels the need to save the poor girl from her mother’s habits. Not really, but he is a healthy man himself, and he wants a kid like her to live a long, healthy and happy life.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer some water, then?” he asks gently, but when she shakes her head, he just sighs. “Coming right up. Oh, and you can just call me Minho.”

“Okay. Thank you, Minho. My name is Hana, and this is my mom Y/n. It’s nice to meet you,” she beams at him, and he feels himself melt once more. Damn it.

“Nice to meet you too, Hana,” he says and goes to fetch her soda.

Since that first afternoon the L/N girls visited his diner, Minho sees them at least three times a week for the next 3 years. Well, he sees Y/n pretty much every morning for her regular coffee fix. Apparently they did manage to fix Lambert, but apparently his coffee was “better than anything Lambert could ever make.” They told him vehemently that Lambert could never know this, and he had to keep it a secret from him. They both now greet him by name, and they usually have a quick chat about what’s going on, just like he does with some other regulars.

Then again, he can’t exactly claim that he is quite as interested in the other regulars as he is in the mother-daughter duo. He asks them about work and school, and they pull him into their debates over stupid stuff (that Hana almost always wins), and he finds himself enjoying it. It must be something about their positive outlook on life, or how crazy smart Hana is, or just about how excited they are about seemingly dull and boring things. They talked about the little town’s makeshift cinema as if it was entertainment of the highest degree, better than most things you can do in big cities, despite it being someone’s living room with a cheap projector and a popcorn machine. He does not understand it, but it sure is refreshing.

He’s still just as smitten with Hana as he was the first day, if not more. She’s intelligent and funny, and even though she does certain childish things, she largely feels like an innocent grown-up. He had once asked her about a book she was reading, which turned into a (one-sided) debate on different classical writers and their influence on both society and one another, and he was lost in the first minute. He briefly wondered if her mother had any idea what she was talking about, but it quickly became clear that she did not.

Then one day, only Y/n comes bursting through the door of the diner, during mid-morning no less. She is almost frantic, breathing hard and fast, eyes wild and hair ruffled.

“Minho!” she exclaims when she sees him, body sagging in relief. “I need your help.”

He immediately sets down the pot of coffee, walking towards her with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?”

“My coffee?” a customer says impatiently.

“Bite me,” Minho responds over his shoulder without hesitation.

“It’s Hana,” she breathes, tears welling in her eyes. Minho puts a hand on her shoulder as he feels his heart speed up to a truly concerning pace. He doesn’t know if he’s trying to make her feel better, or if it’s purely to steady himself, but he thinks it doesn’t matter. “She-she has this, uhm… this stomach ache, and a really, really high fever, a-and it won’t go away and I was, uhm, I was reading this book, and,” a breath leaves her in a whoosh before she gulps down another one, “and it said something about if pressure on her stomach makes her feel better, she should go to the hospital because it might be appendicitis so I was going to take her to the hospital, but my stupid car won’t s-start and I need…” she stops and takes a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before looking at him with absolute fire in her eyes. “I need you to take us. Please.”

Minho’s brain is going a mile a minute. He thinks about nothing except for that poor girl in pain. He thinks about how awful he feels whenever he has a fever, and how much worse it must be for such a tiny, innocent little girl. And then he thinks about whether or not she’s staying warm despite her high temperature, because he heard something about keeping the temperature up helping the body beat viruses and bacteria and making you healthy faster. And then he thinks about what he should be doing in this position, because he’s never been a father bef-

And then he stops. He stops and thinks about the fact that he is not her father. He is not the person who should be worrying like this. He is not the person Y/n should be turning to, because she should have a support system in her husband, and he wonders why in the world her husband isn’t currently breaking a million traffic laws speeding down the highway to get his daughter into capable hands. And then…

He doesn’t like to think about it too much, but sometimes he can’t stop himself. Mainly when it’s late at night, and the town is quiet, and all he can hear is the hum of his broiler and the light shifting of the sheets whenever he breathes. That’s when he can’t stop his mind from imagining. Imagining being Hana’s father. God, how proud he would be. He imagines walking her to school, buying her gifts for her birthday and spoiling her without spoiling her too much because he still wants her to be a rational adult some day. He imagines cooking for her, imagines the day he gets her absolute favorite food right, and the way that Y/n would be in the kitchen while he cooks, sitting at the kitchen table in the house they would have, talking absolute nonsense with their daughter. He imagines waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of Hana getting a glass of water in the kitchen, only to roll over in bed and find Y/n, his wife, right there, sleeping soundly beside him.

That’s usually when he stops himself. But this time, he imagines that whole situation. And then he imagines Y/n, his (hypothetical) wife, asking another man to help her take his sick daughter to the hospital, and he can’t do it. So he does what he has been so diligently avoiding, and asks her.

“What about her father?”

Minho’s voice is gentle, and he looks into Y/n’s eyes just as softly. He wants her to understand that he would do absolutely anything for Hana, hell, he would do anything for her because he has no doubts that he is so in love with her he would marry her on the spot even though they’ve barely broached the basics about one another, but in this particular instant he really does not want to step on any toes.

But then, she scoffs. She scoffs at him, rolls her eyes, and her jaw clenches a bit. It’s a clear signal to him that her father is most likely not an option at the moment.

“Okay I know we haven’t talked about this and we really should, and I promise you we will, but please can we talk about it when my daughter is not in excruciating pain and needs her mommy? Please?”

So he lets go of all his preconceived notions and nods. He squeezes her shoulder once, then turns around and grabs his keys. He doesn’t even glance into the kitchen as he yells for his chef, Felix, to handle things for the rest of the day, even though he hears a startled and confused shout right before the door swings shut behind the pair of them, because he thinks that as long as Hana and Y/n are okay, his business could burn down for all he cares.

They get to the hospital okay, and Hana is immediately ushered into an exam room and then to an operating room. Minho isn’t in the exam room with them, but he does go to see the little girl off before the surgery.

“I’m scared,” she whispers to her mother, eyes shiny with unshed tears, but her mother just shushes her with a calm smile.

“That’s okay. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere except for the waiting room and maybe the cafeteria until you can come home with me.”

“Even if Channing Tatum asks you on a date right now?”

“Mm, I would have to consider it, but I think that if Channing can’t wait, we weren’t meant to be anyhow,” Y/n teases her daughter who just giggles in response. Then Hana turns to Minho.

“Thank you for driving us,” she says meekly, and he feels his heart twist and crush into a ball in his chest. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, little one,” he smiles gently, and she reaches out a hand to him which he grasps immediately. “Thank you for letting me see you off before your surgery.”

“I’m glad you did,” she says back, eyes a little less teary. Then she gets a thoughtful look on her face. “Do you think I’ll have a cool scar?”

He can’t help himself and scoffs a little laugh, squeezing her hand encouragingly. He sees Y/n smile too, and he has somehow never felt as complete as he does in that exact moment. It scares him. It’s not real. But he will keep pretending for as long as he can.

“The coolest,” he answers before the doctors let them know that the OR is ready for them.

Minho and Y/n walk out to the waiting room and sink onto the chairs heavily. He is briefly impressed by how well she seemed to be handling everything, before he turns to her and sees her shaking, tears streaming down her face. She seems to be holding her breath, too, probably not wishing to openly sob in a hospital waiting room.

He briefly considers his options of hugging her or not before deciding that screw it, she needs comfort and he’s there so he will provide it for her. He smiles gently despite his heart breaking in his chest at her tears, and gets in front of her to half-crouch so he can give her a hug.

For a second he worries that he overstepped her boundaries, but then he feels her completely melt into his embrace and bury her face in his shoulder to muffle the sobs she no longer can hold back and shield her tear-streaked face from the other people in the room. She relaxes so much that they almost fall onto the floor, and Minho decides that it’s best to just pick her up in his arms and settle on one of the chairs with her in his lap.

It’s a horrible moment. She’s crying, sobbing, shaking, and he can’t do anything except hold her there. The woman who was so strong, so determined and so unique just crumbled in his arms like a tower of sand. He doesn’t say anything, just holds her. He puts a hand on the back of her head, the other remaining around her waist as she sits horizontally across his lap. He gently squeezes whenever her sobs get louder or her breathing picks up, just reminding her that he is there and he will remain there until she asks him not to.

After twenty minutes or so, her crying subsides into regular sniffling, and he feels her pull back from his shoulder to wipe at her face with the sleeve of her shirt. Then she clears her throat and sits up a bit straighter on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice still shaky.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy to help,” Minho says sincerely.

And it is sincere. There is nothing that has ever fulfilled him more than this moment, helping and feeling useful and needed and wanted. It’s a sad moment, awful even, but he feels like there is nowhere else he would rather be either way.

He has come to terms with the fact that he views Hana as family. He sees her so often, and she always talks to him, listens to what he has to say almost as if she admires him, and it fills his heart more than anything. When she gets full points on her homework, as she always does, no one (except her mother) is more proud than he is. As long as he gets to be in her life, he is happy.

“God, I’m sorry for bursting in there and just babbling and making you take us,” Y/n breathes out as if she didn’t hear him. “You really didn’t have to, but I pushed and now you probably hate us bo-”

“Impossible,” he interrupts, and Y/n stops rambling. “You two are part of my routine now. I care, you know?”

She gazes at him in shock, searching for any trace of insincerity. When she doesn’t find one, her face slowly melts into a fond smile despite the fear still present on her face. He briefly thinks that she never looked more beautiful, although he’s pretty sure he thinks that every time he lays eyes on her.

“Thank you, Minho,” she sighs out, slumping a bit again.

She seems to realize she’s still firmly positioned on his lap, and immediately gets up, clearing her throat. He immediately mourns the loss of her weight on him, but doesn’t say anything.

“So, I think I promised you a talk about Hana’s dad,” she says after a few moments of silence.

“Oh, that,” Minho says, suddenly feeling like a douche. “Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. It has nothing to do with me anyway. I just wanted to make sure I don’t… make a situation uncomfortable.”

Y/n snorts, and he immediately shuts up. What’s that supposed to mean? Did he say something stupid?

“Minho, how many times have we been at your diner in the past few years?” she starts, an unreadable look on her face. He thinks it’s unnatural how she manages to look beautiful even in hospital lighting. “I can’t count the amount of times. If her dad was around, don’t you think that he would have shown up, or we would have mentioned him at least once?”

He casts his mind back over the years, and realizes it might have been a stupid question. Then again, some fathers weren’t very present in their children’s lives. Maybe he lived out of the country, or he worked night shifts so he was always asleep during the day. He had no way of knowing.

“I don’t know,” he answers after a few moments. “Some people are just like that, I guess.”

She slowly nods, mulling over his words for a second. “I suppose,” she then says, smiling faintly. “He kind of is, actually. Either way, to set the record straight; her father - Changbin - isn’t in the picture.” When he failed to mask his intrigue at the answer, she just laughed a little. “I got pregnant at 16. He wanted to get married, but I didn’t. Kind of glad now, to be honest - I doubt he will ever grow up.” Her words hold an edge of irritation, but she is evidently trying to push that feeling back. “He talks to Hana on the phone sometimes, when he gets the time. Last we talked I’m pretty sure he said he was in Ibiza? It doesn’t really matter. I have Hana, and she has me, and we’re okay like this. We learned not to expect too much from him long ago - not that we were expecting much in the first place.”

Minho listens until Y/n stops talking. He struggles a bit to figure out what he thinks of the situation. At least the man had offered to do the right thing, he supposes. Then again, from the sound of it Y/n had made the right decision in not marrying that guy, whoever he is. He comes to the conclusion that it doesn’t actually matter. Like she said, the two of them have one another, and if they say that’s enough, then he believes them.

“Okay. Thank you for telling me, and letting me know I wasn’t severely pissing some dude off for acting like a father to his daughter for a few hours,” he jokes mildly, and then regrets it. He shouldn’t have said father. Just because he sees Hana as a sort of surrogate daughter does not mean that she or her mother feel the same way, or even think that it’s okay.

But then Y/n smiles softly again, and he can relax. “Yeah. She’s lucky to have someone who does.”

His heart feels like it’s beating in his throat, his body warm from the inside due to all the feelings filling his chest. God, he wishes he had the courage to offer to do it always, to move in and help Y/n with raising her daughter because he knows that she must have it hard at times, no matter how angelic Hana is. But he doesn’t. So he just nods and smiles.

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[lucifersglasses]

Obey Me Brothers Sleeping Headcanon!!

   Lucifer -This only happens if you can get this workaholic in bed in the first place.. And usually he will give in since he wants to big spoon you. Yes. He’s a big spoon. He wants to be the dominant one and protect you (But sometimes will let you spoon him but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) -His voice.. *Chefs Kiss* is sooooooo soothing, you can practically fall asleep in less than a minute. (I’m sorry his voice is just so calming and attractive- SORRY LMAOOO) -He tends to be very still when he sleeps, I mean STiLL (You wonder if he’s dead or something) -Your sleeping position is either A: He will hug you from behind and breathe in your neck all night, or B: He will lay down flat on his back like usual and have his arm out and keep you in place, while your head is on his chest. -Mutters nonsense in his sleep sometimes, he muttered something about you in his sleep one time and it was so sweet..~ -He doesn’t know, but you somehow recorded it for yourself only. (He did like a whole speech, hmmmm wonder what his dream was about) -The temperature in his room.. I feel like his preferred temperature would be the cold. His room gives huge cold vibes, so bring extra blankets!!! -Usually falls asleep after you do, but if it was a harsh day he will automatically pass out. -Your the only person he will show being vulnerable to, he trusts you and is so soft for you :) Mammon -You IN HIS BED!? WHAT A DREAM COME TRUE! -In with the idea but super flustered and nervous of you both sharing a bed for the first time. -Just letting you know, he is a huge cuddle bug, and his temperature is warmmmm so you probably won’t need any blankets.. unless he somehow hoards them all -_- -His room would be cold, so MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T HOARD!! -Oh he loves the big spoon yes.. but might want to be the little spoon some if he had a rough day.. poor baby always getting insulted by his brothers ;-; -Warning 1 y’all aren’t waking up in the same position ur sleeping in, you will both be scattered on the bed by morning, or on the floor LMAOOO -Warning 2 he drools.. so maybe try not to have him near your hair or whatever lol -Warning 3 he may snore too, so bring earplugs just in case. -Other than that, he loves to cuddle you, and talk to you while you both fall asleep, it’s like a fantasy he’s wanted forever. -You both like to talk before going to bed and it's usually for a couple hours or more since you both really enjoy eachothers company. -He falls asleep first, don’t ask, he just falls asleep first for some reason. -Also pillow fights occur usually before going to bed XDDD Levi -’AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY S/O IS SLEEPING WITH ME-’ //////// -This man is flustered and rambling all over the place.. -First: he has never slept in the same bed bathtub with someone before- -Second: He is nervous about messing up and you think he is weird or creepy. -And Finally: He is scared about his appearance. -We all know he is super insecure and wants the best for you, REASSURE HIM EVERYTHING IS A-OKKKK. -He sleeps in a damn bathtub.. so at best yall cuddling all night. (Guys imma be honest, his room looks really cool to sleep in, the aquarium and the jellyfish) -Levi would be such a switch between spooning or you spooning him, it's honestly your call if you want to be a small or big spoon. -Last to go to bed, he plays games all night and you best be joining him half of the time. -But he will try to be quiet and play more of a chill game if you had a bad day or just cuddle with you to make sure your ok ;-; -You both have definitely built a pillow fort for a little game date night, maybe more ;) -Pillow Fights occur too! - Overall one of the best cuddlers or best for you to cuddle with since our Otaku is adorable. Satan -Probably one of the most chill to sleep with out of everyone besides Belphie. -He is a bit flustered, but has always wanted to sleep with you and hold you. -Always last to go to bed since he reads for about an hour before he does so, unless you're a bookworm like he is. -Satan loves being a big spoon and having you in his arms.Yall’s sleeping position would definitely be you on top of him with your head in his chest. OMG- I bet he also loves to stroke/ play with your hair before going to sleep- ^^^ -I see his room to be cold, so.. BLANKETS! - He definitely snuck some cats to sleep with and cuddle amongst you both and the blankets and pillows. - And half of the time, you wake up with a book on your head XD -If you had a bad day, he is always there to listen to you, and will read to you if you’d like. -Honestly, the sweetest most considerate partner to sleep with, and will always respect you and big spoon you. Asmo -”Oh MC~ your in for a treat” -Oh you were.. This man has plans before going to bed, going to bed, and waking up- -He already had this  planned. I bet you both do some pedicures, facemasks, paint yalls nails, etc, before going to bed, and he will make sure of it. (Unless you had a bad day) -He is such a big spoon, will cuddle into your chest, may give a few pecks there too. -He adores you and loves sleeping with you, he has many fantasies on what he wants to do and try out. -He puffs while he sleeps and it's very cute ^^, but might snore- rarely tho and do not tell him because he will always deny it. -I feel like you both would do pajama runway, if you're both too tired then just face masks and watch a rom com. -Likes room temperature at exactly 71. I don't know why but he says it's the perfect temperature but it is. -You both love pillows, stuffed animals, and wearing onesies. XDD -He wants you to feel good and feel amazing around him, he just wants the best for you and cuddle with you <3. Beel -Doesn’t even blush, he is just excited and has a cute grin on his face- awwwwww ^^. -He is a cuddler, so make sure he doesn’t squeeze the life out of you. XD -You both definitely watch movies and eat snacks before going to bed. If not then you both just cuddle and talk for a little bit about the day and tomorrow and much more! -He loves pillows so you both have lots of pillows in bed, and most of them are food pillows LMAO- -Sleeping position would probably be him big spooning you with his face in your hair, he loves the shampoo scent in your hair, it's calming to him. -He is very warm, so make sure the room temperature is pretty cold so you don’t overheat LMAO- -Sometimes Belphie will join you too and sleep with yall since you both are fun to cuddle with or be near, it's comforting to him. -Beel loves cuddling and sleeping with you overall, very sweet and such a cuddler. Belphie -YeS.. literally wanted this since the beginning. -Right when you even mention the idea he grabs you and cuddles you like his life depends on it. -He loves big spooning you and being spooned at the same time- -CuDDLes are his favorite thing in all of devildom, the celestial realm, human world, please give him the best cuddles. ^^ -You both have definitely used dream potions to be in each other's dreams and explore around them together. -NO ALARM CLOCKS ALLOWED, JUST NO.. Wake up late so you both can be in each others arms still and not be disturbed. -Don’t even ask, yall have done basically everything, pillow forts, onesies, pillow and blanket marathon, you name it. -He likes the temperature cold, meaning A: Having you closer in his arms, and B: More blankets and pillows. -He really doesn’t care what position yall sleep in, he just wants to be at least touching you. -There’s one warning though, he drools. -Overall, Loves sleeping with you, it's his favorite activity and time of day ever.

#obey me #obey me comfort headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me funny #obey me headcanon #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me comfort #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me x s/o #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me writing #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #fluff #cute

[ryuichirou]

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hipsterteller asked:

I saw the artwork of Jade and Rook, and the only thing I could say is-

"Oh please tell me they didn't kill someone"

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Anonymous asked:

Yep, both weirdos doing weird stuff. Also, context on their murder?

I really love how the first ask is in denial, hoping for the best, and the second one is “alright who did they kill this time” LOL

Unfortunately though, there is no context, I’m just sure this is something both of them do, so it’s only a matter of time until they stumble upon each other. It would definitely be funny…

I keep joking about Jade just feeding randos with his mushrooms, even though it’s not really how mushrooms work, but I’ll keep telling this joke until the day I die and get buried in the forest myself lol

Anonymous asked:

MEGARA!

YES!!!!! <3 <3 <3

Your childhood crushes really cement one’s type… we rewatched Hercules about a year ago, and it really made me remember just how much I loved this girl.

Anonymous asked:

seeing idia in a consensual relationship/situation with azul is like a jumpscare on this page

Thank you Anon!! I’m genuinely happy that you’re so used to seeing messed-up stuff that anything wholesome seems surprising lol We really do have our preferences…

But if that makes it easier, with these two it’s almost always just a fleeting moment before they start arguing again over something super unimportant or messing up each other’s lives. There is no way these could actually coexist without it lol

Anonymous asked:

Ironically enough if Azul was Regina I could see Vil being a decent Janis

He doesn't share a lot of the same fashion traits as her but he is honest and can hold a grudge for a long time

(this is related to one reply from this post)

Wow, Vil as Janis is something I never considered. This type of pettiness is closer to Vil’s, that’s true lol

Jamil would also maybe work as Janis.

But now all I can think about is Vil in a grungy-punky look… a complete delusion, but an aesthetically pleasing one.

Anonymous asked:

This sounds a bit too mean (to Malleus), but what reactions do you think he may have if Lilia's fucking him and accidentally moans his mother's name instead 👀

Since we can’t say anything about ch7 yet (still haven’t watched it), so there might be any specific aspect that I’m missing, but in general I’m pretty sure Malleus is going to be super damn pissed if Lilia moaned any name that isn’t his while they have sex lol He might even get angry and destroy everything and only then go “wait what?” realising what the name was.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I might bombard the inbox with thoughts so sorry in advance! I lowkey see Sebek and Silver starting as a thing after realizing Malleus and Lilia were a thing (I find the idea Silver having the Windows reloading sound in his mind as he’s like “Ooooooooh” when realizing his two dads are lovers really funny), and I’m currently writing a fic based of Ch.7 where Sebek kissed Silver finally during the fight, making them official finally

No worries, as long as you don’t mind waiting. You know how it is with me and replies lol, but I’m slowly but surely replying to everything.

Bonding over the trauma of realisation that Malleus and Lilia are a thing lol well jokes aside, it’s probably not as traumatic for Silver, but the realisation could still be the “oh” moment for sure. Let Malleus and Lilia be an example for the younglings lol

Good luck with your fic!^^

Anonymous asked:

Hear me out: Fem Idia with the song Worst Taste In Girls by Charley

Alright now that I’ve finally listened to the song!

She really does have the worst taste in girls… Although, she has even less autonomy in her love life than the heroine of the song unfortunately lol But Idia is prone to thinking that whenever things go kinda well, it’s never going to last long.

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[lildoodlenoodle]

How I would have personally wrote the villains in Marvel Spider Noir

First my bias (that’s a little controversial), didn’t enjoy the carney gimmick. Now don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of critiques they could’ve made of the 1920-30s treatment of disabled people and ‘carney culture’ that they didn’t do that would have made me like it more. I could get into the ‘why’ more but for now I’ll just say I didn’t like it.

Black Cat/White Widow - not a villain, but she’s here. Honestly I just wish we got more of her, she is such an interesting character and unlike the majority of Felicia’s we’ve met. I would have definitely leaned more into the White Widow thing AND given her a storyline with Daredevil and Electra(Eliza).

Chameleon - No notes really. The like melting face scene was awesome, just wish we saw more of it.

Doc Ock - Let’s get it out of the way: Making the two disabled villains also nazis was very ableist, and very much villainized the disability.(I’m making a post going more in depth dw) And to be quite honest, dude did not need to be disabled. You could change very little and still have the same story with him not being disabled, the only thing is we’re less likely to get the multiple arms. So I also would have had him come back. I would’ve had his boat go down and him have a ‘transformation’. I’d probably keep it in the same mystical eldritch god vein, but like an octopus god so we get freaky octopus Octavious.

Goblin - The fake skin thing was kinda a stretch for me(of all things ik lol) but whatever. Again, leaning away from the carney stuff and leaning into curses and eldritch god horror. I think him making a deal makes the most amount of sense, cause in other comics HE HAS! I’d still keep him a freak and I’d consider not killing him off and actually sending him to jail in the first run. It just feels like a cop out by the narrative so Peter can avoid truly exploring his morality and the consequences of working with a corrupt system(sending Norman to jail). Would I also have Peter eventually kill him when he gets out of jail? Yes.

Huma - she’s an interesting character, not one of the typical Spider-Man villains… but that whole comic was kinda a mess so it’s kinda hard to pick apart what she actually was and what her relationship towards Peter was supposed to be. The concept of someone else who is embodying a god but using it for evil is a nice contrast to Peter and the spider god.

Kraven - honestly I feel like they kind of wasted the character. Like I do get what they were going for but there is sooo much potential there. I would have had him come in after Peter felt established as the Spider to hunt him. Maybe he was after the spider statue and came across The Spider instead? There’s just a lot you could do there with the whole mystical aspect too. Like he could’ve been a monster hunter and Peter is just another monster to him.

Lizard - Again with the disabled Nazi thing but whatever. His appearance was very much blink and you’ll miss it in EWAF. And I believe he’s one of the scientists who gets apprehended(?). I saw in a fic recently the idea that the US gov. cuts a deal with him where he can still do science but for them, and I agree with that a lot. It makes sense, cause the US actually did that A LOT before and after WW2 with Nazi scientists. And I could see an interesting Lizard story line coming from that, where he gets to be a freak of his own creation.

Mysterio - Making him a two bit magician who stumbles across actual magic and immediately uses it for evil is so funny to me.

Sandman - I liked this more than I thought I would. Making him just a condensed hulk of a man is so funny to me but absolutely brutal.

Shocker - again hard to judge but whatever, dude’s kinda meh. His steroid version tho was crazy.

Venom - We’ve gotten 1/5 of a comic of this guy but I do not care. I think what the comics have set up is super interesting, because this a symbiote that didn’t contact Peter before Eddie, AND Eddie is a priest. One who fully believes all the bad things he does, including his gambling addiction, is in service of god and the greater holy good. AND WE’RE EXPOSING A SYMBIOTE TO THAT? As it’s FIRST HOST? Not going to end well. Ik I’ve been saying symbiote but we don’t actually know if that’s what this is. With the things we’ve seen in this universe it is very possible that this is some form of mythical or eldritch creature rather than extraterrestrial. And personally I’d go with the former.

Vulture - … it’s weird in how many universes he’s a cannibal. But anyways, again I would have moved away from the carney thing and more into the mystical thing. We have god like creatures chilling in the wings in this universe, USE THEM. Maybe he was chosen, more likely he cut a deal of some sort and became a monster from that. I also would have made him more of a monster, not just the teeth but also vulture eyes and talons/scales, maybe even some patchy feathers on his shoulders and arms.

#lmk if I missed anyone or any like critiques cause I love discussing these guys #but yea. just in general a lot of wasted potential which I think is why in the 2020 run a bunch of these guys got resurrected #wrote this at 3am so like it’s messy #spider noir conspiracies #spider noir #spider-man noir 2020 #peter benjamin parker #the vulture #shocker #dr. huma bergmann #inanna #dr. otto octavius #doc ock #the lizard #curt connors #mysterio #white widow #Felicia hardy #sandman #Eddie Brock #venom noir #chameleon #kraven #goblin #Norman Osborn #spiderman #tw ableism discussed #tw Nazi #cw

[desertfangs]

Dying at the mental image of Daniel knocking on Armand’s bedroom door at Trinity Gate for the fourth night in a row like “WELP 😵‍💫 I have somehow ended up here again 😜😇 boss look I have nowhere else to go 😟 the cellars are dusty and smelly and full of moody immortals 🥺 whats’a a poor horny fledging to do? 😔🍆” and Armand is nodding along very seriously to everything he says because he’s 100% into this being some kind of roleplay for them and it’s fun and it’s been a while since they did this so he lets Daniel in and has his way with him. The following night they wake up like a pair of kittens who fell asleep while they were play fighting, with their fangs still in each other’s throats/body parts. Eventually they come to an unspoken agreement (I mean it’s been weeks!) and Daniel just starts letting himself in and lays in bed with Armand while caressing his hair until they both fall asleep. They think they’re being discreet but absolutely everyone at TG knows they’re fucking again and are definitely gossiping about it xoxo DA

DA!!! This is delightful and I love everything about it. I love the idea of it starting as a bit of a Daniel going "Hey, maybe if I just say good night, he'll let me stay," so he knocks and maybe thanks him for the guest room and compliments Armand's room, and wow, is that a fireplace! Do you use that thing? Bet it's great in the winter! And then oops, he's over the threshold and complimenting the rest of the room and wow, it's gotten so late and--yawn--I guess I could head to my room but that's kind of a long way.

The idea of them making it a game is so perfect and absolutely something they'd do! Just pretending Daniel is only intending to say good night and head off but it never quite happens and he just ends up in Armand's bed every night, and Armand pretends he's exasperated that Daniel can't seem to get to his own room or the cellars or wherever he was set up to stay but really is relieved to have him there.

And yes to them waking up like kittens, curled around each other, limbs tangled together (love the fangs still in throats, oof! That's hot! 🥵🥵) Armand pretending that he accidentally fell back to sleep after sunset woke him up and oops, guess I'm still here in bed with you! Funny how that keeps happening. At some point, Armand will give him a key to his bedroom "just in case." And that's basically when the game stops and Daniel is just sliding into Armand's bed--whether Armand is there yet or not--every single night. And of course Armand caressing him while he falls asleep is perfect. (I headcanon--and I think a lot of us do--that Daniel has a sort of mortal grogginess that makes him fun to snuggle and caress when he's sleepy!)

And LOL of course everyone knows! Lestat pegged it the first time Armand came into the room looking just slightly less tense. Louis was dubious but agreed two nights later when he saw Daniel sitting in the garden watching Armand talking to someone else across the room and looking a little flushed. No one is surprised, and everyone wonders why it matters at all, but they're far too polite to say anything. Except Lestat, who will razz Daniel at the first opportunity, messing up his hair and saying, "It's about time!"

DA I love this so much! Always a pleasure to find your messages in my inbox! I hope you're having a great week!

#answers in the desert #dungeon anon #armand #daniel molloy #armand/daniel #trinity gate #late-canon shenanigans #this was the best ask to come to after work you have no idea #my brain may be leaking out my ears but at least it's full of fun late-canon d/a thoughts

[janeicethesiren]

Kuroshitsuji Hot Take/Headcanon: Sebastian Is Sick of Ciel and This Contract

Hey! New blog, don’t mind me. I have some thoughts that I have to spill out otherwise I literally can’t sleep so here we go! Don’t take it too seriously lol I’m just talking.

Anywho, as the title says, I really think Sebastian is sick and tired of O!Ciel, this contract, the phantomhive drama, and all of the other shenanigans going on, especially after the 2CT reveal.

Sebastian is an egomaniac who believes in his own hype. He’s selfish to his core, self-serving, arrogant, hyper-narcissistic, pedantic, and overall unpleasant unless he has to be. Yana even said she finds him unappealing (and I don’t blame her!)

I love Sebastian, I promise. But, based on how much has happened over the course of less than 4 years and how many times he’s been caught off guard lately, he seems like the type that would HATE to be in this situation.

Look at him! When he got embarrassed by Blavat and that cult, what’d he do? He went to go mingle with some prostitutes. Yeah, he got some information from them but he was DEFINITELY looking for an ego boost.

Sebastian probably has a long list of grievances. To list a few:

1. He’s gonna have to fight Undertaker again most likely (which we all know he definitely DOESN’T wanna do).

2. The reapers are constantly on his ass.

3. Having to raise a child (technically two children if you count finny), and that child being the most spoiled, whiniest, greediest brat you ever did see. (and I say this with love)

4. And having to manage and constantly clean up the messes of his incompetent (day job wise) employees???

5. And how could I forget, they barely made any moves towards revenge! (Although I think this is more of a writing thing then a Ciel and Sebastian in universe thing. Plus I’m pretty sure the Queen did it or had something to do with it anyways, so…)

Like, he’s definitely over it, lol.

Not to mention, motherfucker is STAAAAAAARRRRVIIINGGG!!!! Didn’t William say he was, “half mad with hunger,” or something similar? Could you imagine basically having to fight to the death, jump through rings of fire, literally bend over backwards without a break for years on end JUST to eat, what you hope, is a gourmet pizza??? I’d be aghast!

Sebastian is an uppity bitch that likes to put on airs about being “elegant” and “classy” and “not like those other lowly demons who just eat whatever,” but he was just like that not too long ago himself. He probably, lowkey, still is to an extent. Yana didn’t call him a beast for nothing.

What I’m saying is, yeah, he’ll do the work to upmost perfection for his own personal pride because he’s an egomaniac. And a perfectionist who’s also a callous, narcissist that can never fail and never be wrong, but that doesn’t mean he’s having fun right now lol. I personally headcanon that while he enjoys being a butler to an extent, he secretly feels like he bit off waaaaaayyyy more than he meant to chew.

In his head, I bet Sebastian’s like, “I will literally do ANYTHING to go home at this point. There isn’t a day that goes by that I haven’t wanted to push that damn brat down a flight of, AT LEAST, ten staircases. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’ve been humiliated by these…. LESSERS….way too many times, I have to tolerate a bunch of annoying humans and reapers, and don’t even get me STARTED on this……this….CHILD! MY GOD! He can’t bath, he doesn’t want to walk, he can’t dress himself or tie his own shoes. I’m surprised I don’t have to feed him myself half the time! I’ve been run ragged way past what’s necessary and-!“

Just, constantly. Everyday.

Lol I highly doubt he’d ever wanna do this shit again. Or would at least take an extended break afterwards.

TLDR: Sebastian is a tired and hungry egoistic demon who would just unceremoniously eat the child if he weren’t so damn prideful.

#kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #kuroshitsuji manga #o!ciel #ciel phantomhive #character analysis #headcanon #this is mostly meant for laughs #I just needed to dump this on you guys so I can sleep #love you! #please don’t take this too seriously

[ellephlox]

hey there! so this is going to be one heck of a mess of a message because i’ve been meaning to tell you how much i’m enjoying embers and ashes but i just keep forgetting! and then things inevitably happen that remind me that i *want* to tell you how much i’m living for the story you’re writing, and yet i still fail to say anything. regardless, here we are - me, your devoted fan, ready to spew some adoration upon you

first off, i recently met someone named grey at work and i would be *lying* if i said my initial thought wasn’t of your story. i was like “greg? grey!” secondly, i was reading some tumblr theories about daredevil born again and about dex’s upcoming role in it. the particular theory i was reading mentioned the period of time dex would need to heal from his injury, and i literally thought to myself,“oh, nah he’d be fine because grey will come in and heal him.” scrolled a little farther only to *then* realize embers and ashes isn’t *technically* canon, so i guess what i’m saying is that your story is having a lasting effect on my long-standing interest in this show and these characters

ok so finally, i was wondering if you have a face claim for grey/reader. i know it’s technically a Matt x reader story, but i was curious if, when writing it, you actually envision someone or even if it’s just yourself! i just find it so interesting how authors see their own stories!

Hi!! First of all, thank you SO MUCH, it means so much that you're enjoying the story (and I love that there's a Grey at your work!!)

Yeah so I'm glad you brought up the Dex thing. I like to stay as canon as possible, and with his role in Born Again now, that... complicates things. I'm thinking I'm going to delay that part of the plot for as long as possible so I can scope out what his role is in the upcoming season — as much as I can, I want to stick to that. I'm thinking I'll just push some other plotlines forward in the meantime and keep him relatively on the back burner until we have a better idea of where his character is going to go.

Also, I don't have a face claim! I like to think that anyone, anywhere in the world who is reading Grey can envision themselves in that place. That's why I try to avoid bodily descriptions and even niche personality traits, because I hope that at least most readers can imagine themselves as her.

THAT BEING SAID, I do admittedly sort of write myself into the story — and then I try to blur that into a hobby-less, facial-feature-less version of myself that, in effect, becomes the generic Y/N. I try to think of how I would respond in each situation and end up going with that (though Reader is definitely probably funnier and also bolder in situations than me, lol most of the time I'd just be frozen in fear, unable to say anything if Daredevil approached me).

For example: the elevator scene in the last chapter. I tried to imagine how it would go down if I were in there. What would I say? How would I react to knowing Matt has super-hearing, especially when I also need to pee very badly at that moment?

In regards to specific personality traits (which wasn't even part of your question lol but now I'm rambling) I do try to keep Reader as relatable as possible, considering what I know about the average fan fiction reader:

They like reading

They're probably a bit nerdy (I mean, who else spends their time reading or writing reader insert fan fic)?

They're probably a bit more reserved (not true for everyone, but again, I find that people who spend their time reading this type of thing have very rich inner worlds, are homebodies, etc)

It's not much to work with but it helps! So sorry this turned into such a long answer haha!!

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #marvel #reader #reader insert #embers and ashes

[give-soup-please]

Ever since I started gathering voice clips of the narrator in the Dungeons games, I've been having waaay too much fun with the concept that that is where he went off to while being skip button'd, or after the figurine ending/epilogue. So I figured this would be a fun prompt to send you. The narrator is hard at work at his new job of narrating the Dungeons games only to realize at some point that the player is the same one who was playing TSP before a certain skip button happened, and/or when he decided to retire Stanley. I'll leave it up to you to decide how this plays out. Consider this platonic or romantic, although given that clip you reblogged, uuuhhh, romantic may be the way to go, 'cause boy does that dude drop his guard like nobody's business when you beat a final boss, apparently lol. (God, that clip still has me laughing. Spat out my drink the first time I heard it.)

(Oh, that clip. Good lord I turned into a blushing mess when I first heard it. If you (readers) haven't already, listen to it. I'll link it at the end of this post.)

The narrator discovering the same player again in a different game (romantic)

Yeah, the narrator had been crushing on you for a while. You were quite a sweet player, all told. Not the most obedient, but he always sensed your amusement and vague feelings of friendship. He can read into Stanley’s thoughts fairly well, (assuming it’s not just his own projections.) It’s not that much of a reach for him to sense the person behind Stanley’s actions.

He admires you, secretly. He wouldn’t be able to verbalize why. Maybe it’s the way he can feel your amusement at his jokes, or your sympathy as he struggles to tell his story. You’re empathizing with a fiction, spending time with someone who isn’t quite as real as he’d like to be. 

The two of you bumble along, having a good time, like always, being friends and having fun. Even if you do drag along that damnable bucket from time to time. Things are perfect.

But… He really should move on from the parable. It’s not a matter of the parable having gone stale, far from it. He’s always egged both himself and Stanley on, thinking ‘just one more run’, or something similar. 

Between the skip button and other similar developments, he’s grown as a person quite a bit. He’s mellowed out a little, and become more kind around the edges. He’s changed, but the parable remains forever static, an intentional part of its design. He’s honestly, authentically, ready to go.

The truth is, leaving the parable isn’t as hard as leaving you. You’ll never hear him admit to it, but… it is what it is. He is who he is, and you- You are wonderfully, beautifully you. He sighs. There’s definitely some lingering remorse. He says that he’ll give the story one more run, then retire it for good.

And then- Out of all possible endings you could take for his last retelling, out of every single choice- You take the freedom ending. One last perfect run. You skip past the broom closet, you wait for him to instruct you on which numbers fit in the keypad, no delays or false paths taken.

After everything the two of you have been through, you’re giving him the best send off he could ask for. He’s never cried happy tears before, but he definitely gets close as he gives out his last narration. The world fades to white, and then the black of the loading screen. He wants to make sure you have company. You’ve given him that, it’s the least he could do in return.

So he leaves behind a copy of himself, one that’s not aware of the player. 

The copy is just like him in every way, just less self aware. It doesn’t have any memories of his decision to leave. It will provide entertainment as best it can. But it won’t be him. And it will not love you like he does. He doesn’t want competition. Let him have that one selfish thought, please. He doesn’t want anyone else to fall in love with you.

Months pass. Maybe years. He takes on other narration jobs, and has an absolute blast. It’s enjoyable, having someone else come up with a script instead of him. He gets to relax, and narrate to his heart’s content. People clamor for his voice, and he doesn’t have to put any of the effort into coming up with words. It’s perfect.

A script lands on his desk for a game series called ‘Dungeons’. He shrugs his metaphysical shoulders. Seemed like an easy gig, why not?

He inhabits the game, and narrates to his heart’s content. He watches players come and go, and thinks about you often. His throat hurts every time he does. 

Ah. Another new player arrives. He cracks his knuckles, and distantly wonders whether this one will complete the game, or stop before they make it that far.

He does his job to the best of his ability. He always does- he’s a professional after all. He gives the standard opening lines, and the two of you progress through the game, just like old times.

There’s something achingly familiar about you, but the narrator does his best to not be rattled.

He’s moved on from his own game, but certainly not from you.

Then he delivers a witty bit of dialogue, perfectly salted and sarcastic, and you laugh. Your presence is filled with amusement, with joy, and he knows it’s you. No one else had the same essence. The same spirit, colored with different emotions.

He has a bit of a positive breakdown, and tries to keep his narration even.

Here? Now? Of all times and all places? This had to be proof. This had to mean something. He holds his tongue, difficult though it is. He’s elated on the inside. You’ve got the same setup you’ve always had, headset with mic attached. He listens to you react to him, and is filled with pure bliss.

His jaw drops as you dedicatedly play through the game, never faltering, never giving up. Sometimes friends of yours will visit, and crack jokes about what you’re doing. You say to them, “Hell yeah, I’m having a great time. I can’t believe it’s the same narrator. It’s so nice to hear new dialogue again. You watch, I’m not going to stop until I’ve heard everything.”

If he had a physical form, he would be blushing. He’s astounded. The amount of pure joy he’s feeling right now is beyond description. He watches you smash through enemies and beat levels with a dedication he rarely sees.

And then, you beat the final boss. His normal dialogue is to just congratulate the player, plain and simple. The end, roll credits. For the first time he can remember, he tosses his script aside and does something off the cuff.

“Yes! Wow! You did it! Forget about talking to you in the third person crap, you really did it! Incredible! I could hug you, I could kiss you, but hey, I’m just a voice in a video game…”

You roar with laughter and delight, and your face heats up a little. “Hah! I wish.” 

He freezes. That’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to a confirmation. He has to press forward.

“Oh, really~?” He purrs. You choke on your drink. “W-woah, that almost sounded like a direct response-”

“Stranger things have happened, reader.”

You cringe at yourself for taking a chance that would make you look ridiculous if anyone else was in the room with you. “Is… Is it really you? Not just a narrator, the narrator. From The Stanley Parable. I mean, hell- i’d recognize your voice anywhere, but- is- are you all of… you?” It’s not the best way to phrase it, you know. 

He rolls his eyes affectionately. “Of course it’s me. Why, with a voice as distinguished and excellent as mine-” You cut off his boasting with another laugh. He never gets tired of hearing it.

You start to tease him back. “Alright, well, you seemed pretty interested in kissing me earlier. I’m not one for long distance relationships, but I’m sure I can make this work.”

“Erm- Well- I-” His brain is malfunctioning. “I- I can try something. Put your lips to the screen.”

You do. There's a slight static buzz from your computer. Your lips are zapped. You pull back. “Uh-”       

“Oops. That was a stronger pulse than I wanted it to be. Still, I do find your presence rather… Electrifying.”

You say nothing for a few moments. “Well, this has been fun, but-”

“No, no, no, no, come back!” You’re trying your best to hold in your laughter.

So begins one of the oddest relationships you’ve ever had. 

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

[frenchfrywrites]

Pregnant Pillow Prince Levi

MINORS DNI

warnings: Soft dom amab gn reader, trans (kinda pillow princess) sub bottom Levi, pregnancy, lactation, soft sex, cockwarming

thank you for the commission!! I hope you can tell how much fun I had writing abt levi being pregnant ����

Everyone who knows Levi can agree on how he is a huge shut-in. The man even prides himself on his trait of staying within the confines of his room. Yet no one- not even Levi himself- was prepared for how much more of a shut-in he'd become once he discovered he was pregnant with your baby. 

He’s like a cryptid, native to his (or occasionally your) room; and the reason he seldom leaves his room is more often than not due to you, or one of his brothers coming and delivering his food or his packages or whatever else he could possibly desire. Plus with his belly getting bigger and bigger each day, no one (least of all you, and (endearingly protective) Lucifer) wants to risk him getting hurt somehow. 

Thus, when you get back from doing some errands within the Devildom, you know exactly where to find your man. You drop your things off in your room- checking if there’s an off chance that he’s in your room instead of his- and upon finding your room empty you swiftly head to his. 

You knock on his door, answer his password prompt, and enter the room. Levi is laying on his bean bag, hand sewing the cosplay-inspired maternity outfit he’s been working on.

“Hi,” you join him, taking his hand in yours. 

“Hi,” he looks at you with pleading eyes, and with a huff of a laugh you lean down to give him a kiss. When you pull away he’s smiling brightly. 

“How was your day?” you ask, rubbing his belly gently. 

“Ahhh!” he squeaks at the feel of your hand, “don't just touch me outta the blue like that! You're gonna make me blush!" he says the last bit quietly, though he’s visibly blushing already, “Um, it was okay,” he sighs, “the baby was so active today when I was playing video games, maybe it already wants to try and beat my highscore lol!” he giggles to himself, “jk a baby definitely couldn’t beat me,” he messes with some stray threads, “but maybe I’d go easy on them, and maybe even let them win,” he mumbles. 

You love hearing when Levi rambles about his plans as a father. When he’d found out he was pregnant he’d been so panicked, terrified of his worth as a parent. As the months have passed he’s gotten a lot less scared, and a lot more excited. You’re certain he’s going to be a good dad, and you tell him as much. 

“That’s sweet,” you comment, and Levi smiles timidly, still messing with those stray threads. “How’s your stomach?” you ask, as he’d texted you about it being sore earlier in the day. 

“Ugh, it still kinda hurts,” he grumbles, “but, um, you rubbing it feels good,” he confesses. You smile,

“Good. I got some lotion while I was out, do you want me to use that?” Levi nods enthusiastically.

“Yes please,” he’s quick to add, “but can we go to your room? My bed is, uh, it’s starting to get a bit small for the both of us,” he tells you bashfully, setting aside his sewing. 

“Of course baby,” you hook an arm under his legs, and secure him by wrapping your other arm around his back. With a grunt you hoist him up, and Levi wraps his arms around your neck. You make quick work of carrying him to your room, setting him down gently on your bed. 

You grab the lotion you’d gotten as Levi pulls up his shirt, exposing his round belly that’s littered with stretch marks. 

He used to be a bit insecure over said stretch marks, but you’ve reassured him more than enough so that he now rarely has any negative thoughts over them.

While coating your hands you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs. Levi, who's been watching you with a nervous look, speaks up. “Aren’t I getting kinda heavy now? I mean, I could’ve walked here on my own.” 

“I don’t think you’re that heavy sweetheart,” you tell him with a shrug. The negative thoughts about the changes to his body don’t start and stop with the stretch marks of course, but you’ll always be ready to encourage and support him despite whatever insecurities he may have. You begin rubbing soothing circles around his stomach with a loving smile as you continue, “anyways, I’ll want to carry you until I can’t.” Levi looks like he’s holding back a squeal.

“Kiss me,” he says breathlessly instead. You oblige, leaning in to kiss him as you continue to massage him. Levi wraps his arms around your neck as he kisses you so sweetly and tenderly, sighing quietly against your lips as you ease his pain. 

This continues for a while, soft kisses mixed with belly rubs, until the quiet sighs become little moans. As arousal settles in your loins you pull away to find Levi looking flushed and dazed. 

“Are you sore here too?” you ask, trailing your hand up to cup one of his breasts over his sports bra. Levi knocks his head back with a groan, 

“Yeah,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. His tits have been swelling with milk recently, making them just a tad bigger, though they weren’t very big to start out with. The addition of milk being produced has made his chest sore and tender. Therefore, you’re more than a little gentle as you help him pull his shirt and bra off and then begin playing with his chest.

Levi has moved on from quiet sounds of relief to fully whimpering and moaning as you run your fingers over his perky nipples and squeeze his boobs. He’s moved his hands from where they were around your neck to your shirt, clenching there tightly when you brush your fingers over his nipples.

You’re so captivated by watching his reactions as you massage his breasts that you’re shocked when you feel something wet on one of his nipples. Curious, you look down to find a bit of milk has leaked from his chest.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim as you process it. Levi opens his eyes, shock and panic setting in. “You’ve started leaking milk!” you tell him excitedly, unable to help the thrilled smile you know is present on your face. 

Levi blinks at you for a second before looking down to see the semi-white liquid on his chest. “Omg,” he whispers, then looks at you, “this is seriously crazy!” he cries. You laugh, because it’s not that crazy. At your most recent check-up the doctor had informed you that Levi would likely start leaking milk soon.

“You knew you were going to lactate soon, what do you mean crazy?” Levi stammers, looking down again with wide eyes, 

“I mean- it’s just- it’s crazy! I’m going to have a baby! Your baby!” he looks giddy every time he says that, “and- and I’m making milk for the baby!!! WTF!” His rambling makes you laugh more. 

“Yeah, you’d better get used to it,” you kiss his cheek, and when he whines you kiss him properly. “Hey, can I try tasting it?” you ask as you pull away. It’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. Both you and Levi have been looking forward to the day he starts leaking his milk. Speaking of Levi, he now looks like the textbook definition of flustered. He stammers a bit before weakly nodding.

You peck his lips as a thank you before moving down to his chest. Carefully you take one of his nipples into your mouth. Levi squeaks, then moans loudly as he begins to express the milk his chest has been storing up. You moan too, happily sucking and drinking the sweet milk. It tastes a hell of a lot better than you’d imagined.

You drink until he’s dry, chubbing up in your pants as you do. You give his nipple a few kitten licks before you pop off, “Feel better?” you ask, voice heavy and rough from arousal. 

“Yes,” Levi moans, squirming under you. “I want- can you do my other one too? Please?” you nod, delighted that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. 

While you’re happily drinking the milk from his other breast you feel Levi rest his hands on your head. You look up to see him biting his lip, watching you intently. You imagine if you weren't between his legs keeping them spread, that Levi would be rubbing his thighs together. 

In the spirit of continuing to help out your lover, you run a hand down to his pants. Carefully you sneak your hand under his very loose sweatpants to find that he’s going incognito. You pull off his chest, and Levi whines. 

“No underwear?” you ask, licking your lips in case some milk dribbled down. Levi purses his lips,

“Ah, no, it’s easier without them?” his answer sounds like a question so you quirk a brow, “I mean… okay it’s just been a while since I did laundry.” You laugh, making a mental note to do his laundry asap. 

“You should’ve let me know earlier darling,” you continue moving your hand downwards to find that Levi is practically soaked, “you know I want to help you as much as possible,” you say before leaning back down to continue drinking his milk, even as Levi whines at your words. 

You find that you’re able to stick two fingers in already, so you begin fingering him as you rub his clit with your thumb. Without looking (or paying much attention at all to it), you can already tell how you’re fully erect now. 

Levi wiggles a bit, finding difficulty with trying to jerk his hips into you. To sedate him you enter another finger as you swirl your tongue around his nipples.

It's extremely easy to stretch him open, as his hormones get him nice and open for you. Levi has taken to moaning your name loudly as he clenches and twitches under you.

"Cum-cumming, gonna cum- ah," he warns between ragged breaths, squeezing and tightening around you. You hum, still sucking down his milk and playing with his pussy. 

He does cum, with a squeal of your name that tapers off into whimpers and whines as you finger him through it. You don't come off his chest until the milk is gone, and by then he's definitely come down from his high.

"Feel better?" You ask, slowly removing your fingers. 

Levi sighs dreamily, “yes,” he murmurs, looking dazed and blissed out. 

“Do you think you’re up for a little more?” you ask hopefully, resisting the urge to hump your cock on the bed as you await his answer. Levi nods,

“YES, yeah, I want you- um- I want you inside please,” he confesses excitedly, grinning wildly. You match his smile, 

“Then, can I taste you here too?” you bring your hand back down under his sweats to rub his clit gently. Levi shivers at the slight overstimulation,

“Ah, yeah, but just a little bit,” you can work with that. 

“Just a little bit,” you agree, kissing him quick before shimmying down. You kiss his tummy on your way down, whispering “hello baby,” and causing Levi to giggle. It takes a second to help Levi out of his pants, and when you come face to face with Levi’s pussy you look up to see him looking at you impatiently. 

You kiss his erect clit and suck on it a bit, savoring in the gasp that it pulls from Levi. You then move down to clean up his wet and sticky hole. He lets out a high keen when your tongue enters him, his thighs squeezing around your head and keeping your head buried in his pussy. You eat him out sloppily, licking and tongue fucking him noisily, moaning at the taste of him. Your hands busy themselves with massaging and rubbing Levi’s thighs gently, paying special attention to the areas that make him squirm.

Levi manages just fine for a while, but it doesn’t take long for him to start begging. He whines your name, his hands coming down to your head, trying to pull you away (despite still having his legs smushed against the sides of your head), “okay I- ah- I want you inside now, please, oh please,” he flutters around you, “need your cock inside me, c’mon please fuck me ah-” despite loving his begging, you’re starting to get impatient too, so you pull back. But not before giving his clit a loving kiss before you do. 

“Fuck me,” Levi practically demands, sounding beyond desperate. You love when he gets worked up enough that it makes him confident. 

“I have to get the lube,” you explain as you scurry off the bed. You take this time to remove your clothes, and return quickly to your impatient and horny lover. 

To sedate him a bit you kiss him as you lube up your fingers, and hastily (but still while being gentle and careful) finger him to get his pussy better prepped for your cock. Messily, you then lube up your dick (and have to stop yourself from jerking off as you do). 

“Ready?” you ask breathlessly as you pull away from Levi’s filthy kisses, rubbing the head of your cock against his entrance. 

“Yes, yes please fuck me, I’m ready, I’m so ready oh-” you cut him off as you pop your head inside. 

He’s been a bit tighter now that he’s pregnant, so you slide in slowly and carefully, making sure he’s comfortable the whole time. You check in so much Levi gets a bit fed up with you, 

“Hurry up,” he whines. Huffing out a laugh you thrust the rest of your dick into him until you’re balls deep. Levi sighs contently when you’re fully sheathed into him, fluttering around you and quickly adjusting to your stretch. “Muh- move,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your neck and adding a quiet, “please,” just in case. 

Slowly, you thrust your hips, bringing a hand down to his belly in a way that could best be described as lovingly possessive. Levi keens as you start to move, closing his eyes as he starts to ramble,

“Fuck me, ah fuck me, feels s’good, you fill me uh-up so good, harder please, faster,” he begs, his breathing picking up at he gets more and more worked up. You pick up the pace with his permission, fucking him in earnest. Practically drooling, you watch as his breasts bounce with each thrust (and can’t help yourself from imagining what it’d look like with milk leaking from his nipples).

“Thank you, thank you,” he hiccups, and then the tears start pouring down his cheeks. You slow down, despite his broken whines when you do.

“Levi? What’s the matter, are you hurt?” you ask, wiping his tears gently. He shakes his head, leaning into your touch,

“It’s just-” he sobs, “I’m so happy I’m pregnant,” relief washes over you, “and- and it feels so good,” he gets interrupted by another hiccup, “I’ve been sore and, hah, hurting all day, and omg you have no idea how good I feel right now,” he sniffles, bringing a hand up to wipe away some snot. “I just,” he lowers his voice, avoiding eye contact, “I love you so much,” you coo, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. 

“I love you too,” you remind him, picking up the pace again, because if Levi wants to feel good then you’re going to use everything in your power to achieve that. 

Levi clings to you, whimpering and moaning and still crying, but now you know it’s due to pleasure and not discomfort. You lean down to kiss him as you fuck him, showing him how much you love and care for him as best as you can through each kiss. 

Your kisses muffle his noises, but you still feel and hear little sounds escape him as you jerk your hips into him, rubbing your head against his g-spot. His hot and gummy walls squeeze around you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. 

“I’m gonna- ah cum soon,” you pull away to confess between panting breaths. Levi lets out a garbled noise- somewhere between a moan and a whimper- before he gains the ability to speak again,

“Me- me too, ungh, inside, cum inside,” he begs, pulling you closer to him. You groan, your thrusts becoming erratic and frenzied as you chase your high.

Levi cums with a squeal of your name as you pump him full of your cum. You burry your face in his chest as you fuck him through your simultanious climax. 

It takes Levi a bit longer to catch his breath, so you leave kisses along any part of skin that you can reach until he calls your name softly. 

You move to pull out but Levi clutching your arm quickly stops you. 

“Um, can you maybe like, stay inside? Just for a little bit? P-please?” he’s flushed to his ears, like you could possibly say no to such a sweet request. You smile, 

“Of course baby, but can we maybe change positions before cockwarming?” he squeaks at you giving a name to his idea, but he nods at your suggestion. Carefully you readjust so Levi is laying on his side, and you’re spooning him with your cock nestled inside of him. 

Levi looks much more relaxed after your activities. You rub your hand on his belly comfortingly, occasionally moving upwards to squeeze and massage his chest- just enough that it relieves any soreness, and not enough to get him worked up. You kiss his neck and ears too, content with cuddling and holding him close after a long day. 

However, the stickiness from the lube and cum seeping out of Levi’s hole eventually gets to you, making you feel gross. The idea of a shower is becoming increasingly more appealing. 

“Levi?” you murmur, expecting him to respond. Though all you get is silence. 

With a quick peek over his shoulder you find that Levi has fallen asleep. He looks so peaceful and adorable asleep that you wouldn’t even dare to think of waking him. So you suffer through the disgust that comes with drying cum and lube in favor of tugging the covers over the two of you.

Your last thought before drifting off is that you’re going to have a very long, relaxing, and rewarding bath with Levi when morning comes.

#i really like this but ngl my brain feels like mush so i hope its as good as i think it is? #spice #obey me #levi #sub leviathan #cw pregnancy #cw lactation

[spoopy-arcade]

(Sorry in advance - this ask ended up being long. Swap AU my beloved <3)

Swap AU Cassie is SO BABY……. would love more of her and your beautiful human Roxy.

Although - and forgive me if I ramble a bit here - this takes place in a Ruin equivalent time yeah? Wouldn’t Cassie be more banged up? It’d be sad but she probably would be right? :[

It’s okay, I’m sure Roxy could fix her up. She probably does her own car maintenance ‘cause she’s a badass.

Ooh, now I’m also wondering what a base-game Swap would be like…

Lol, it should take place during the day and Freddy’s trying to smuggle Gregory out, and shenanigans ensue! (Possibly Gregory is due to be scrapped, so Freddy wants to keep the clearly sentient, slightly feral-acting child-like robot from that fate. He got emotionally attached <3)

Of course, if Roxy and Freddy are visiting there then there is prolly some attraction attracting lone adult patrons.. idk what that means for changes to the theme of the Megaplex.. But that’s not important right now!

Also, the main obstacle for Freddy would just generally be that he is trying to steal a child-sized robot in broad daylight while the place is possibly open/at least has workers there that he has to dodge. Good luck to the big guy.

Actually, the now-humans could be workers at the Plex. Like say instead of having tons of bots all over, they only had a few (like Cassie, Gregory, and possibly Vanny?) that were designed specifically to seem/be completely harmless, and more childlike. Cassie and Gregory could’ve been made to attend birthday parties (especially of lonely/upset kids), and Vanny could be a playful and friendly older figure who helps lost kids and cheers up anyone who’s feeling down. (I’d probably include Vanessa as a security program assigned to Vanny because. Security guard. Plus we’ve already seen that with Moon.)

In this case Gregory would probably still be messed up and act weird and get retired and shut down to be scrapped for parts, leading to Freddy finding him and rebooting him and then deciding to take him home once he figures out what’s up.

That kinda begs the question of what everyone’s jobs would be in the Plex, ‘cause how would Freddy find Gregory? And why would Cassie and Roxy be close in this version?

Well I have some answers to that!! ….I have no idea what Freddy’s job would be! He has. Very little by way of interesting character traits. Same with Monty. Why are the men so uninteresting in this game. Maybe Freddy’s a manager, since he was the leader of the band? Maybe he was taking inventory when he found Gregory? Idk!

Chica is definitely easier to pick for because she actually has distinct traits, and gets the obvious choice of working in the kitchen/bakery. (On that note, this kind of feels like a lower tech AU with less automated jobs, so managerial work/cooking/other tasks that are automated in SB I’ll give to people lol)

Would it be a dick move to make Monty a janitor? Lmao I swear I don’t hate him but idk what to give him at this point. Night guard? He could be a night guard.

….do I need to assign Bonnie a job? Wouldn’t he technically be dead? (He’s associated with the wet floor bots right? He could be a janitor.)

Who I REALLY have ideas for is everybody’s favorite, Roxy!! Saved her for last cause I knew I’d go on about her. She would totally be the maintenance gal for the race track - keeping the karts in working order, making sure the track is safe to drive on, etc. I imagine she could also do general maintenance, but her main area she works in is the racetrack.

As for how she and Cassie met. Well. Roxy is shown to be a very insecure person in the games. So what if the people she knew were busy and forgot/missed her birthday? And a little bunny, built for accompanying lonely and upset folks on their birthday, sees how upset she is, and overhears Roxy talking to herself and mention her birthday?

Well, I’m just saying, that little bun might just go hunt down a spare small cake from the bakery to put some candles in, and saunter her way into the nearly empty room to place it right in front of her new friend, smile, and say “Happy birthday, Roxy!”

The thems <3 I hope any of this makes sense I am just Thinking About Them…..

OMG THESE ARE SUCH GOOD IDEAS ANON. BIG BRAINED !!! I love the job choices for the gang (Monty being a janitor/nightguard is so funny 😭) and Vanny being along with animatronic Cassie and Gregory is rlly good, it's something I definitely I thought of! (She would be a rabbit ofc)

And that last part IS SO CUUTE !! I need to draw young Roxy with Cassie.....

And to answer your first question: Yes, it takes place in ruin and she would be banged up. But!! I decided not to draw her ruined version because I wanted to show off her design, if that makes sense?? :0 when I do expand on this au, I'll change it in the future which will be PAINFUL :(

Ty for sharing these with me, anon!!

#asks #anon #swap au

[realfakesmiles]

an update based on event things and tumblr being a butt, please see below the cut for the updates and new wanted plots:

TUMBLR:

-- in terms of tumblr, i'm not getting notifs for some of my ims on here and it's getting a little frustrating lol. i'm not ignoring anyone, i want to write and plot with everyone here, but tumblr not notifying me of some of my messages is making that difficult lol. i'm officially setting my plotting preference to discord, my username is plumboss. please add me there! i'm in another tumblr rp as well and bounce between accounts, but am always signed in on discord since i use it for gaming and irl messaging too, you'll almost always be able to catch me there.

EVENT UPDATES:

-- character update! yeongja no longer has her lightning bending thanks to the trip to the spirit world. this is gonna mess her up mentally. she worked really hard to gain that ability and spent years trying to master it (did not master it but she was getting good) so it feels as though all of that work has gone down the drain and a part of her is now permanently gone. however, she did gain some abilities in return; dragon dreams and an acute sense of foreboding. she will play these abilities close to the chest and only tell select people she trusts about them, though the sense of foreboding will be more apparent. essentially, she's going to be losing her marbles for a bit trying to sort out all of these changes that have happened within her, and this change in mental state is going to be reflected in her appearance. she's no longer going to be polished like she normally is. she's going to be getting more in tune with her religious / spiritual side so her appearance will be less kept and more free. i'll post a reference i found here (the art is not mine and belongs to the artist who has the image watermarked):

the colours will be more vibrantly red and gold with black, but i envision her looking like this now. notably the loose hair, loose clothing, more skin showing, it all reflects how free she is becoming. still has aspects of a warrior though, as she always will be a warrior.

yeongja is also quite injured, she broke her arm pretty badly upon return the to material plane, and she is covered in deep bruises and also possesses a scar across her left thigh where she hit the water when she fell out of the sky in her prompt. i imagine she washed up ashore with all of these injuries and was found and brought to the infirmary this way. she's been stitched up but she does have scarring, with some of the bruises being actual marks that won't go away either. her thigh, forearm, back and shoulder on the left side all have permanent marks and scarring from this, making her 'damaged goods' in her own mind. some of her grace is going to be discarded because of this, and my hope for her is that she embrace her powers and her spiritual side and eventually become a much calmer person (with a few screws loose). she will definitely struggle along the way, though.

PLOTS:

-- someone to hound yeongja to take it easy while her injuries heal. she came back to the material plane a week after the banquet and is taking a full month to rest at dragonstone before returning to her post. someone she knows from the royal guard who either came to see her at dragonstone or is on her case when she comes back to hari bulkan to let her arm recover (as it is the most severe of her injuries) would be great.

-- someone, could be anyone yeongja is close enough with, to try to keep her from going full on coo coo for cocoa puffs over losing her lightning bending. she will incessantly try to get her bending back but it's been permanently lost. despite this she will still try to get it back short of nothing, she will spar no efforts in trying to get this ability back and will put herself in danger, injure herself and/or reopen old wounds from her return to the spirit world. she will go to life threatening lengths to try to get it back and someone being there to stop her would be nice - this could also lead to a romantic plot of some kind given circumstance, prior relationship and chemistry.

-- someone who discovers her lightning bending is gone and taunts her for it. this should be someone she has a pre-established negative connection with, or someone who has always been careful / wary around her. she is perceivably weaker now without her lightning, so it could paint an opportunity to rub it in her face (deserved tbh she's a pos).

-- a research buddy as she begins to delve into her dragon dream abilities. she needs to find as much information on this ability as she can so she can try to develop and harness it (not really possible given ooc directives from the prompt but she will try ic regardless if i know ooc she will fail). this plot will also focus on her dealing with the anxiety and slight unhinged nature the sense of foreboding ability gives her. she'll be spending this time getting in touch with her spirit and trying to calm herself as a person to handle the anxiety her foreboding brings her. someone to coach her through this would be great.

-- someone who pities her based on everything she has now gone through and the state that it has left her in. this will be angsty to the max because she does not crave pity, nor will she respond to it well. she has never desired to be a pitiful character and receiving pity will be a huge blow to her. not fake pity to taunt her, genuine pity. this requires a character that would actually feel sorry for her.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

house yi

chanyul - her twin brother and other half, favorable close relationship, would burn down the world for him

yuri - cousins that should've been sisters, looks up to her and admires her, seeks her approval and is incredibly loyal to her

suho - plotting in progress

house zhao

jian - does not like him, nor he her, they do not get along but her mothers are attempting to match them together for a potential betrothal. she is begrudgingly spending time with him, both to make her mothers happy and to seek yuri's approval (who favors political marriages over love marriages)

jiyu - favorable opinion of him, they're able to have decent conversations together, maintains a positive relationship due to his connections with her brother

meilin - vile rivals, do not like each other at all, challenge each other on every level including martial prowess

keran - close friends, childhood friends, relationship is complicated by politics but there is a genuine love and regard there for her despite their differences

house yue

wanning - doesn't know her too well, plans to keep her close due to a dragon dream involving her family's weaponry

house hino

rei - plotting in progress

house choi

geonwoo - work together, plotting in progress

aera - plotting in progress, looks to be a favorable relationship with its quirks

house seok

sarang - yeong picks on her and bullies her since she was an easy target in adolescence due to her emotional nature, and yeong continues to pick on her to this day

hyeju - banters and challenges her in nasty, antagonistic ways

taesung - plotting in progress

house ito

suguru - favorable opinion, yeongja lets her hair down so to speak around him due to his outlook on humanity. chooses to spend her time with him where she can because she feels comfortable with him. they also work together so they see each other a lot. lets her true thoughts fly free with him in private. general opinion of them is that they look good together since they're seen spending time together at public events often.

#ooc update ✧₊⁺ #plots ✧₊⁺ #yeongja✧₊⁺

[nowis-scales]

no idea if this ask will reach you in time to alleviate your school boredom, but you have a lot of interesting thoughts on Felicia, so are there any wildly specific headcanons or theories you have for her that you've never really seen anyone else come up with that you feel like chatting about?

Hey, no worries about timing — a good ask is a good ask! Besides, I actually did end up having to think a bit about this one, so in a way it kind of all worked out. That’s why it’s uh… taken me pretty much the entire weekend to figure it out lol.

I don’t know if I have much in the way of full-on theories, but I am really quite good at the whole specific headcanons thing, so I tried to come up with some to share that just kinda have a tendency to rattle around in my head. And thank you for your kind words about my Felicia thoughts! It’s always nice to hear that you have a good perspective on one of your most precious blorbos.

All that being said, though, here are some of my ideas:

‣ Her scatter-brained tendencies are not out of carelessness or stupidity, but because she’s regularly thinking too fast to the point where she can’t even keep up with herself. When she thinks of one task, she thinks of all the little steps that compose the whole, and thus she finds herself bouncing from place to place with it and messing things up because she’s not paying enough attention to detail. I’ve mentioned before that this is why I think she’s so good in battle: battle requires a lot less thought on her part. When she gets into the heat of battle, her instincts kick in. She doesn't have to break things down step by step because survival in this case is all about flexibility. In day-to-day life, however, she can't just go by whatever her instincts tell her... especially since she can be a bit naive and gullible. This leads her to overthink to the point of jumbling herself up.

‣ She might actually be the most open-minded person in the army. While Corrin themselves is very, very kind and patient, they do still have a tendency to react towards the army's more odd characters. However, if you look at Felicia's supports with them, she doesn't tend to react all that strongly. She doesn't understand Niles's attempt at innuendos nor get all that frustrated with him when he makes it clear he's trying to pick on her. When she's asked to keep an eye on Odin, she's very matter-of-fact about it, and lets him rant to her about how he doesn't think he's the only weird one. In both their support conversations and I believe the anthology, Felicia is shown to keep quite cool about Laslow's flirtations. She doesn't really consider them directed towards herself, but she doesn't chide him for them, either. Even when she does react strongly to someone like Keaton, she reacts out of fear of the bug. She does categorize his hobby as unusual, but her main frustration that he doesn't seem to get that just because he likes it doesn't mean she does. So I really just get the feeling that Felicia is pretty non-judgmental, perhaps on account of being regularly judged for things outside of her control herself. She tries to see people for their intentions, rather than their quirks.

‣ Felicia is... not all that popular in camp. It's commonly acknowledged that she is "cute, but pretty annoying". There are only so many times that people are willing to put up with her breaking things or knocking them over or bursting into tears before they just get fed up, and unfortunately for her, she is quite aware of it (you'll notice in-game that one of her lines when she's invited over is "what did the others say about me this time?"). She definitely has tried to make peace with the fact that some people just aren't going to like her, but I feel like that most certainly contributes to her feelings of social anxiety.

‣ Her refusal to look at her hostage situation for what it is is a coping mechanism for her. Of course in the back of her mind she's kind of aware that she's not there just to learn responsibility and grace or whatever, but she likes to tell herself that that's what she's there to do. Otherwise, it would put her into a state of heavy anxiety, because it would be a lot easier for people to just get fed up with her and throw her out or worse. Even when they're being kind, people often talk to her about how she should quit her job. Sometimes she worries that if she weren't a good retainer, they would have disposed of her a long time ago for being the worst maid. Life in a tower might not be perfect, but as long as she's safe, protected, and with people who love her, that's all she cares about. Would she love to be in the outside world, maybe even living back with her Tribe? Of course... but she's grateful for the way she's treated at the Northern Fortress, so she will take it over crueller accommodations.

‣ She might actually be a half-decent representation of food scarcity in Nohr. I guess this one is one of the ones that falls more to theory side of things, but it's noted in one of her supports that she actually loses meal "privileges" if she breaks too many things. She is also more fixated on money than some others, making jokes about deserving a raise and even going further than Jakob does about being rewarded in the Ghostly Gold DLC. I think, with her clumsiness, food is probably something she thinks about more than other people, because she's not always guaranteed to get it even if she is employed. It's like the budget that would be spent on her food goes towards the things she breaks instead, so she is concerned about having her own pay to make sure that she might still get to eat something even if she is not being provided for.

These were about the first things I could think of after trying to wrack my brain to remember what I thought (convenient how I only forget them once I'm asked), but hopefully they interested you! Some of them were admittedly a bit more sad than others, but she is a particularly happy character. Sometimes that means people might forget that her life isn't always easy either, which is what leads people like me to our headcanons, lol.

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to ask me this! It was a great time passer.

#fire emblem fates #fe felicia #FE Headcanons