#fucking cue my internal screams

[fuckin-sick-bih]

i'm just gonna scream in tags so i don't clog anyone's daaaash

#just bex talkin #personal #SUDDENLY i understand why a vanilla blog might be a good idea #i didn't expect him to go asking for my tumblr thIS EARLY #sir... sir all i have is a kink blog!!! for my weird fucking snz kink!!! #it's not weird it's perfectly normal yada yada whatever it's weird and i don't mind being weird #but it's so early on in knowing each other for me to divulge what a masochistic degenerate i am #“i'm writing” “oh what are you writing?” “something for my tumblr...” “oh whats your tumblr?" cue internal amused panic #he's so sweet and so cute and i just wanna cuddle him god DAMN IT #part of me has a weird sixth sense sensation going on that idk if i wanna say anything about #mr “sneezed so hard he got a bloody nose” and y'all... you can't do that to meeee #you ever wanna be really affectionate with a person but all your past trauma's go “woah there buddy remember what happened?” #i *just* met him idk how to dO THIS #can you hear that sound? it's me at the nearest fire look out *screaming* bc Emotions

[silawastaken]

Fuck. Literally nobody here cares, but I'm looking up our motherfucking STAR SIGN COMPATIBILITY. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

#*cue eternal screaming* #I'm aromantic #i swear down on it #but something abt this mthfkr #i don't like them like that i swear but if they asked... #i want to marry her and live with her forever and maybe kiss her a little but i don't like her #romantically at least #i think #help?? #god. fuck #i only have crushes while they don't like me or while i can idolise them #but this doesn't quite feel like that #and I'm actually really upset abt it #please let there be some aromantic person out there who can help me #aromantic #ppl came here for my writing #not my internal conflicts #so sorry abt that

[rae-writes]

An Angel?

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon, Mephi, Raph)

wc : 2.k

warnings : more simping bois, more humor, a lot more sprinkles of suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you, part two: electric boogaloo

a/n : for the record, Luke was in the room while Mc was making it, cheering them on, doing his cute little “Waahhh!” // idea brought to me by the lovely [your-next-daydream]​ // AND, as usual, let’s not talk about how ridiculously long this took me to finish ahaha rip me-

demon ver. 

<Simeon> Mc looks rather...heavenly, don’t you agree? 

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Intrigued, he wasted no time in clicking on the file, grinning when he realized it was one of your deviltoks. Decked out in your RAD uniform, you sat in a chair with your hands clasped together. 

“Who are you?” 

Smoothly, almost as if you were floating, you stood and took a few steps towards the camera with a rather shy smile. 

“An angel.” 

You bowed ever so slightly, flitting your gaze to the floor. 

“What’s your name?”

You spun suddenly, sending your red accessory swooshing in front of the camera, covering everything from view. 

“Michael.”

As fast as the transition happened, it ended; the view was cleared to reveal you— angelic down to a T and beautiful wasn’t even enough to describe you. 

You were adorned with sheer, white clothing that was loose and flowy, probably swaying due to a fan that was off camera. Light blue accents were scattered here and there- including an extension piece in your hair of the same color. Sparkling gold accessories glinted under the light, but not as much as the halo that hovered above your head. It was a gorgeous molten gold tint, partly transparent with glitter floating around inside (with a few cracks decorating the outside of it). It only brought attention to the snowy wings spanning out behind you, flecks of iridescent scattered amongst the feathers. 

[9 people saved a video attachment]

Lucifer

Ah. Yes. He’s not combusting on the inside, not at all. 

*insert internal screaming*

Ahem. Now that his jaw has been picked up off the floor, he is immediately wondering how the fuck Simeon of all people got access to the video before him

Don’t get him wrong though, he is on the way right now- leave the door open, Mc

He has to put his marks all over your body to get rid of the fact that you looked that pretty while using Michael’s name

Possessive urges aside, please keep the outfit on

Does not care if you’re dressed up like an Angel, he will gladly corrupt you

In fact, he wants to corrupt you- let him see that pact mark of his while you look so angelic, yeah?

might be into role playing it if you’d like

Mammon

Blinks a couple times before looking around slowly; poor boy really thought he’d been yeeted back to the celestial realm for a minute there

It’s all quiet before suddenly everyone in the house (and probably outside) hears “HOLY FUCK WHAT”

You never cease to amaze him, by the devils, is he in love 

The blush on his face- if he was anything other than a demon- would look severely concerning. Like no, it’s not a red beacon of light, it’s just him coming through the halls

Is creepin outside ya door practically on his knees. Please let him in. His greed is flared and you’re the only cure even if you’re also the reason

He is dying to have a diy photo shoot of the two of you in your angel fit

Step on him. Do it- it’s the perfect angle, the shot comes out beautifully and he is putting it right in his wallet once it’s developed 

Will step on you in return if you ask

You’ll let him kiss all over your body, wontcha, Mc? (he’ll even be gentle with his fangs when he nibbles around that golden necklace you’ve got on)

Levi

*cue his very nervous yet giddy laughter*

This is just like that anime he saw last week called ‘Help! My human s/o just turned into an Angel but I’m a demon and actually kind of into this?!” 

Seriously though, you look so beautiful, Levi was immediately down in the floor with his face covered and tail wagging 

Please allow 3-4 business months before he can recover 

Jk lol he’s hovering in your doorway before you you can even click on his contact

Shyly asks if he can touch your halo and wings (and ends up with his tail wrapped around you, knocking you side to side because it’s still attempting to wag) 

Unlike the eldest brother, Levi practically begs you to roleplay this with him and have a cosplay photoshoot 

Will shamelessly keep you to himself for the rest of the day and hiss at everyone who gets too close 

Please sit on him and call him mean names while also holding him sweetly 

Satan

Sign him tf up- he’s got a pen at the ready 

Irony aside, Satan thinks you look absolutely stunning— straight out of a fairy tale 

Irony not aside, Satan is actually so into this and craves to play it out with you

He was never an Angel to begin with, he was born a demon; just thinking about making your ivory wings turn black makes him excited 

Satan understands it’s just a simple spell you’ve casted so he won’t get too out of sorts (but if you like it, then what’s the harm?) 

Wants to read a forbidden love trope book and maybe act out some of the scenes while you’re still dressed like that 

The hopeless romantic in him is front and center the entire time

If you think he’s gonna let you go now, you’re sorely mistaken— let his brothers try and take you away 

He’s got tons of scenarios to act out if you can handle him 

Asmo

That weird high pitched sound you hear from across the house that should be something only dogs can hear? Yeah that’s Asmo squealing

Posting your video EVERYWHERE bc everyone needs to see how fucking gorgeous you look 

You can hear his footsteps from a mile away as he hurries to your room 

He MUST see your outfit in person ASAP

Azzy. Is. So. Fucking. Down. For. This. Shit. He thinks he’s dreamed about this once actually  

Please let him just examine every inch of you, he’s begging

Once again his camera is out and ready for a photoshoot and his demon form is out right alongside it 

He will be keeping you for the next 24-48 hours thanks

Beel

Choked. Again. 

Don’t be alarmed by the loud rumbling sound— it’s not Beel’s stomach for once, but instead a growl

He didn’t mean to make that sound but you just look so— and he just— and you— and and— A a a A A 

Has that cute little blush plastered over his face all. day. 

Might be tempted- or actually try- to take a bite out of your halo or something else ifykyk

Rewatches the video at least ten times because you're just. Wow. Wow. W O W. 

Is now in the mood to eat some celestial realm food with you 

though his appetite is half for food and half for you 

Pls don’t mind his staring or the way he’s probably drooling a bit, he can’t help it :(

Belphie 

“...wait, what?”

Lays there staring at the ceiling for a moment bc PHEW you got him sweating and he hasn’t even moved yet-

Manages a straight face all the way until he enters your room and sees the outfits in person

To which he is, once again, dropping right at your feet with a look of ‘PLEASE’

He needs a whole ass minute or two to catch his breath from how fucking gorgeous you look and then he needs another whole ass minute or two to scan you over again

Please sit on him

Is uncharacteristically stuttering through every sentence— how can he possibly concentrate on stupid words in these [amazing] conditions?!

Gatekeeping you AGAIN

Underneath you the entire. time. 

Barbatos

*windows shutdown* 

*windows restart*

…aaand we’re back ladies and gentlemen and every cool dude in between but Barbatos is still fucking astonished— absolutely flabbergasted at how badly he’s got it for you

He dropped everything he was carrying in that moment and swiftly picked it back up, hoping no one saw

Diavolo saw. He recorded the entire thing and sent it to you, zooming in on Barbatos’ blush

There’s just something primal in him that makes him want to sink his teeth into you and coil his tail around your body so that you won’t be able to go anywhere else until he lets you

Everyone be damned, Barb will be having you to himself for the entire night

Will also run his fingers along the faux wings and halo before he absolutely ruins you until the magic dissipates

He is…totally normal about the entire thing..

Diavolo

His father help him— Diavolo is so incredibly thankful for the exchange program

Is OUT of the castle at mach speed before Barbatos can even say otherwise

And then he’s speeding right back and summoning you to him instead so he can have you to himself

Mans is kneeling at your fucking feet the second he lays eyes on you

And while it isn’t ‘proper’ for someone who wants unity between all three realms to want to corrupt you— 

—he does. So badly. He thinks he might even beg you for it 

Also wants to take a picture of the two of you with him in his demon form (it’s the it picture for weeks after he posts it)

Cannot stop looking at your halo; please let him touch it

(If you slowly begin altering your wings to bleed black, he’s practically foaming at the mouth—) 

bonus: 

Simeon

*sharp inhale* . . . *yeets halo*

He deadass forgets he’s an Angel himself for a few minutes bc he’s too busy simping fawning over you 

God who?? Like get tf outta the way, beep beep, archangel on a mission comin through 

Is begging as soon as he steps foot through your door. Please, please let him touch you and explore— he should be ashamed with how unabashed he is but fuck look at you 

Will let his own wings out just so you can compare your angels forms (melted on the spot when you brushed your wings against his)

Honestly can’t decide if he wants you to corrupt him or if he wants to corrupt you…or both at the same time

He’s not sharing you. Not now. Not like this. 

You may look like an angel, and he may be an angel, but he won’t treat you like one tonight 

If you do the fancy trick of letting your wings turn black, he’s completely bowing down to whatever you wish right then and there 

Solomon

Kinda forgot he was immortal for a split second and wondered if he’d either died or accidentally traveled to the celestial realm

Gains his bearings rather quickly, but the hold you have on him is still very much there

And he’d like you to have a hold around his throat— what? Who said that??

His pretty little blush where he averts his eyes all nervously? YEAH THAT

He’s taken aback for a couple moments before his usual shit eating grin comes back but that blush? Still there. 

Backs you against a wall, in a corner, and let’s his hands roam with a small laugh, quietly asking how you manage to make him lose composure so easily 

Is so soft and sweet for a minute before his eyes darken and that SEXY smirk crawls onto his face

Plucks that halo right from above your head and tosses it behind his shoulder because how could he possibly do what he has planned if you’re an angel?

Makes your wings bloom black himself (and challenges how long you can handle him)

extra little bonus: 

Mephisto 

Simply raises a brow and wonders why the hell his body got so hot all the sudden 

Ignores the video for a couple hours until he realizes he can’t stop fucking thinking about it 

Promptly decides he’s going to go straight to you and demand how dare you invade his thoughts like this 

And then promptly decides he’d rather just revert to using his hands instead when the sight of you makes his mouth dry and water at the same time

Will take it upon himself, right then, to corrupt you

Because there’s no way in the seven rings of hell he’s letting you switch sides and he’ll break the magic you’re using as proof

After though *cough cough* he will bashfully tell you how gorgeous you looked…

Raphael

Let me tell you, mans was not ready 

Like if you’ve seen the video of the person with a stacked ass on the stretcher being carried by and the news reporter’s face afterwards, that’s Raphael. 

Luke takes a picture of his expression and makes a meme

Won’t address it until the very next day, stiffly telling you that your outfit was very pleasing to the eye (he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous, okay, he’s just struggling)

If you offer to show him in person, he is ascending right back home. Won’t deny, though. Like please do. 

In awe for the whole experience 

And blushes an alluring deep shade if you show him some ‘corruption’ tricks you have up your sleeve

#obey me x reader #om x reader #lucifer x reader #om lucifer #mammon x reader #om mammon #leviathan x reader #om levi #satan x reader #om satan #asmo x reader #om asmo #beel x reader #om beel #belphie x reader #om belphie #simeon x reader #om simeon #solomon x reader #om solomon #mephisto x reader #om mephisto #om raphael #om raphael x reader

[mavsstar]

.⋆˚𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃

Summary︱Bringing a man home only meant one thing for you—boring, meaningless sex. After a pathetic attempt to experience a blissful release, Bucky offers to help out.

Pairings︱DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.2k

Warnings︱18+ this is straight up porn, age gap, reader using a vibrator, slight dom/sub dynamics, моя игрушка means my toy, praise, stomach bulge, squirting, a little bit of aftercare at the end.

Author's note︱I had to make it DBF bc i am a total whore for older men and it's honestly perfect for it. PSA THE READER MET BUCKY WHEN SHE WAS OVER 18. HE DID NOT SEE HER GROW UP. Anyways enjoy :D Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You laid on the bed, your body barely jerking as your date thrusted inside you. You wondered what went wrong. It wasn’t that the date in itself was bad, it turned out to be one of the best dates you’ve been on so far. He was a nice and a very attentive man. 

“If only he could be that attentive in the bedroom,” you thought. 

You let out fake moans to make it seem you were slightly enjoying it and avoiding hurting his ego. Though someone should, so he would finally know how terrible he is be in bed. At least he was pretty so it wasn’t such a terrible loss on your side. You had a decent view. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. 

“Please do so you can leave,” you said to yourself. 

With one final grunt his body stilled over yours, dropping all his weight on you seconds later. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him over. He took it as a silence cue to leave. All that could be heard was the condom being thrown in the trashcan and the sound of his footsteps. You wanted him gone so you could have your own fun. 

You didn’t even bother turning around. Not even when he kissed you goodbye. When you heard the door shut, you immediately crawled across your bed to get to your vibrator that was deeply stuffed in the top drawer of your nightstand. You pulled the hot pink wand out and bit your lip in excitement. 

A gleeful hum escaped your lips when you pressed the vibrator against your clit and turned it on. You threw your head back in pleasure, your lips parting open as breathy moans left your lips. When you felt the vibrator lose its intensity down to lower vibration you internally groaned but nonetheless tried to enjoy the pleasure. 

Just as you felt your orgasm build up, the vibrator turned off. You frantically tried to turn it back on, mumbling a symphony of curses.

“Don’t do this to me now,” you wailed. Though the vibrator was fully dead. 

Out of frustration you threw the vibrator across the room, causing a huge thud sound as soon as it hit the wall. At least Bucky wasn’t here to hear any of it otherwise he would’ve fully woken up. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled into your pillow, your screams sounding muffled.

Seconds later you heard a knock on your door. “Honey, are you okay?” 

You audibly gasped, Bucky wasn’t supposed to be here. You pulled the covers up to your chest just in case he came into the room. “Yeah I’m fine!” 

 “You sure?” He asked as he entered the room. He smirked when he saw the white sheet clinging onto your body, your fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. 

“I th-thought you were supposed to b-be gone?” you stammered out, clearly nervous.

“I got back early.” 

“How early?” you questioned, praying that he hadn't heard you and he just came back. 

“4 hours ago,” he replied. Bucky took slow, agonizing steps towards you until he reached the side of your bed. “And I heard every little noise you made.” 

“Oh no,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “I’m so–oh god!” 

You were so ashamed you could barely form a proper sentence. Your cheeks were on fire and you wanted to crawl into a little hole and die. While you were busy wallowing yourself in your mortification, you missed the way Bucky was undressing you with his own two eyes. 

“Bucky I don’t even know what to say–I’m so sorry.” 

Bucky’s hand softly gripped your chin and turned it so you were now facing him. “Sorry for what, Honey? For having sex? It’s natural, everyone does it.” His thumb swiped your bottom lip, adoring the way it bounced back. “You know what isn’t natural?” 

You peered at him with doe eyes. “What?” you asked him. 

Bucky mentally made sure to take a picture of you with the same exact look another day. God you drove him crazy with that simple look—his instincts begging him to fuck you senseless. 

“To fuck a guy who can’t even make you cum.” Disappointment racked down his body thinking about the fact someone as pretty as you is missing out on oh so much. “Don’t worry, s’not your fault.” 

“But what if it is?” 

His grip slightly tightened, “trust me it isn’t. They don’t know the first thing about pleasure. If it’s anyone's fault, it’s theirs.”

“To your luck, I know just how to make you feel good.” He bent downwards, his lips ghosting above yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, fully expecting him to kiss you. When you didn’t feel his lips on yours, you opened your eyes and they were mere centimeters away. So close yet so far. 

“Please Bucky,” you begged, inching your lips closer to his. 

Bucky leaned back, relishing your desperation. “Please what, Honey?” He squished your cheeks together, your lips puckering together. “Use your words.” 

“Please make me feel good.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. The praise sent warmth down your body. 

He dropped his metal arm, slithering his way down to the bed sheets. He slowly starts pulling the sheet down, exposing every single part of your body. When the sheet was fully off Bucky lowly moaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want anyone else to touch you ever again.” 

Desperation won over and you tugged Bucky down with you. Nothing but teeth clashing and hands roaming everywhere on the other’s body. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, silently signaling him to take it off. Bucky momentarily broke the kiss to peel off his shirt. 

Your eyes hungrily ran down his body, it was all like an orgasm for your eyes. “Wow,” you whispered, mainly to yourself. 

“You like what you see?” Bucky smugly asked. Bucky chuckled, watching your lust blow your eyes as you instantly nodded while you bit down your bottom lip sensually.  “Of course you do, don’t you?”

Bucky chased your lips once again. This time the kiss was slower, more calculated. His hand snaked down to your body and his hand cupped your dripping pussy. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the cold touch from his metal hand. 

“You’re dripping моя игрушка,” he growled against your lips. He grabbed your leg and hitched it over his, ensuring it stays open. He swiped his finger across your cunt to gather your wetness. 

His fingers circled over your clit, eliciting small breathy moans from you. “Let all those pretty sounds моя игрушка.” Bucky’s middle finger left your clit, traveling down to your weeping hole. “I don’t want you to hold back.” 

His finger entered inside you, your walls immediately clamping down on him. Bucky tested the waters and added a second finger. He was enamored with your blissed out face and he wasn’t even trying. 

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to curl his fingers just at the right angle causing your legs to quiver around his hand. “Go on, grind your pretty pussy on my hand.” 

You blindly obeyed his order. You grinded your hand on his palm, adding a delicious friction between your clit and his hand. Subconsciously you began to move faster, chasing a sweet, short euphoria. 

“That’s it,” Bucky praised, pressing his palm a bit harder. “Just like that.” 

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise. You could barely register what was going on before you gushed over his hand, your cum leaking down his fingers. Bucky pulled his fingers out and licked your essence, moaning at the sweet taste. 

He pushed your shoulder back, laying you flat on your back on the bed. Bucky quickly pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free from the clothed restraints and slapped his stomach. The tip was drenched in precum making your mouth water. 

Bucky crawled on top of you, leaving kisses behind over your exposed skin. Once he was fully over you, he grabbed his cock and swiped it over your drenched cunt, swirling the tip on your sensitive button.

“Stop teasing,” you whined. You reached your hand down to guide him in but he swatted your hand away. With one hand Bucky pinned both of yours at the top of your head. 

“Wait,” he warningly growled. 

After a few more teasing swipes you felt Bucky’s tip prodding your entrance. Slowly, Bucky slid in and finally gave in to you. The stretch achingly burned yet nothing else has felt better. You felt every inch of his thick cock entering you. 

“Oh god–you’re so big.” 

“Aww моя игрушка,” Bucky cooed as kissed your nose, “I’m not even fully in yet.” 

You looked down and Bucky was right. You both gasped out once he fully sheathed himself inside you. You have never felt so full in your entire life. 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched in pleasure. “God you’re so tight.” 

You felt like you were going to die if he wasn’t going to move. “Please move.” 

Bucky pulled almost all the way out, ensuring the tip stayed in and then plunged himself deep into you, eliciting a silent scream from you. Your head fell back when Bucky started to thrust inside you. If you thought you felt pleasure before, this was heaven. You never thought someone could ever make you feel this good. 

You somehow were able to loosen his grip on your hand. You grabbed his hand that was on your hip and guided him over to your lower stomach. “I can feel you in–here!” you exclaimed when he hit a particular spot. 

“Oh there it is,” he muttered as he repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over. “Guess what моя игрушка, if I do this,” Bucky gabbed your leg and threw it over his hip, “you’ll feel so much better.” 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the new angle. Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him and Bucky had to bite back his moans. 

“No…wanna hear….you,” you pouted. “Bet you sound–so pretty.” 

Bucky granted your wish and finally moaned, it was music to your ears. Hearing his moans turned you on even more. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight моя игрушка. I never want to leave your pretty pussy.” 

“S’all yours,” you babbled out. 

“Yeah? She’s all mine?” You nodded in response. Bucky didn’t really have to ask. Your pussy was his whether you were going to tell him or not. She belonged to him. You belonged to him. 

You shook off his hand to unleash your other hand. Both of your hands ascended up his arms and found solace on his biceps. “Harder,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Bucky heard it as clear as day. Bucky easily complied and thrusted harder. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, your nails digging into his biceps. You were sure there would be marks but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh моя игрушка, I don’t think I’ll last,” Bucky groaned out. 

You could barely respond with your orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m gonna–” 

“No, not yet. Wait until I say let go.” 

“Bucky, I can’t hold it.” 

“You can and you will.” 

Bucky was determined to cum with you at the same time. He kept the same pace despite wanting to go faster. Though you made it nearly impossible with the way you gripped him like a vice. 

“Bucky…” 

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Bucky I can’t!” you cried out, stray tears falling down your face. “Please!” 

“Now,” Bucky practically demanded.

You finally let go of the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screwed shut as you chanted Bucky’s name over and over like a prayer. It was all a new feeling to you and your body didn’t know how to react. You momentarily blacked out as you let your orgasm ride out. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky gasped out, looking down at the mess you made all over his lower stomach that was now mixing in with his cum. 

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you mumbled out, still fucked out. “I didn’t mean to.” Bucky shushed you, assuring you it was more than okay that you were more than welcome to gush all over his body. 

Bucky pulled out, earning a whine from you. If you could have it your way Bucky’s cock would be inside you all night but you could barely form any words. Your body was profusely shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Told you I know how to make you feel good. Turns out all you needed was a little help” Bucky boasted. He then handed you a bottle of water, “drink this, you’ll need it.”

While you drank the water Bucky left to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag in one hand and clothes in the other. Bucky quietly cleaned you up, murmuring soft praises to you. 

“You did so good for me,” Buckky whispered against your skin. “You were absolutely perfect.” You made a noise of contentment when Bucky slid his shirt over your head. You brought the material up your nose, deeply inhaling his scent. 

“I’m never giving this shirt back,” you commented. 

“Good,” Bucky replied as he laid right next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shaky body, “it looks better on you anyway.” 

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[roguelov]

Okay now imagine Desire cursing Dream with a curse that turns him into his cat form for a month (Poor Morpheus and The Dreaming can’t catch a break lmao, Lucienne is like *sigh* not again) and sends him into the Waking World for that whole month. So that’s how Morpheus unfortunately found himself looking like a stray (unusually large) black cat walking around the city, which even more unfortunately caused him to be grabbed by pet control, which brought him to the animal shelter. And then Y/n, who really wants adopt a cat, sees Morpheus (in cat form) at the shelter and as soon as they make eye contact, she feels drawn to adopt this cat (I.e. Morpheus is her soulmate lmao), so she adopts this again, unusually huge cat (Morpheus) and brings him home. This would be like torture and heaven for Morpheus lmao, he’s with his soulmate, but stuck as a cat for a month. Y/n is babying him (as cat parents do), and gives him a super adorable name lol (one that Morpheus is like 🙄 lmao). Imagine Y/n’s surprise a month from now when there is a naked man in her bed in place of her precious cat ☠️

Hell fucking yessssss 😂

Just the idea alone of babying him and cooing at him has me giggling like nicknaming him fluffball and Dream is just internally ‘😑 please could you call me something else’. You call him your handsome man and he’s like ‘… that one is better’

Buying him toys and new collars and Dream turns his nose up but the moment you dangle one of those feathers on a stick he leaps and you immediately coo. He hates that you got him to play but also hearing you laugh makes his heart skip

Also trying to give him a bath? He accepts it but he looks so sad with all his fur dripping wet and you snicker and say ‘you’re not so big you’re just all fur’. And Dream just huffs looking away

Not Dream cuddling up to you at night like sleeping beside your head curled up on your pillow with you and sometimes he’ll wake up first to admire you

But the day he’s Dream again, you roll over in bed and are face to face with him. You think about screaming but nothing comes out because this has to be some sort of strange nightmare. When Dream wakes up he realizes he’s human again (but so very very naked). He tries to greet you but you scramble out of bed hiding in your bathroom, cue a long explanation and an apology from him. Yet this becomes the funniest moment in your relationship that you both look back on fondly

(Also I know one of my lovely wives @honeybeezgobzzzzz did a story somewhat similar of poor meowpheus)

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #ask #kpopgirlbtssvt

[hwanchaesong]

Hello ! Idk if you still take request but I wanted to ask if you could do the reaction/head canon “they’re relationships with your/them being obsessed with your boobs” but with butt ? If you’re not comfortable with it that ok :) I really love your work/writing idk how to say it (and sorry for my bad English)

n/a: heyy~ i'm sorry if this is super duper mega ultra late. school is done for now and i'll go back to writing in the mean time. i'm glad to be able to do this request! hope you like it and thank you for the support 💚

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ATEEZ and Your Butt: A Saga

Hongjoong

man is either lowkey or highkey obsessing over your ass

if it's lowkey, then he'll just stare at it. maybe lick at his lips or bite it out of... satisfaction.

he won't really touch you, but you can feel those eyes of his burning lasers at your behind

i mean, it's not his fault that gorgeous ass of yours is out on display for him to gawk at. no it's not, you're wearing a perfectly fine outfit

but c'mon, this man is so in love with you that even if you wear a sack, he'll still admire your body

neways, if it's highkey then you're in for a ride gurl

he is not, and will never be afraid to grab your goodies aka touching is on

oh? you're walking past him? he'll touch it

you're cooking for both of you? he'll touch it

you're kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work? he'll definitely touch that for good luck

he loves you to death. it's just the butt that is a bonus but hey, he ain't complaining about it

Seonghwa

he thinks he's inlove with your boobs

then one day you show up with the tightest dress you have that accentuates your hips and ass

now he's more inlove with your lower boobs lmao

he is protective over it, like 'back off all of you lowlifes, this ass is mine and mine alone' vibes

no really, the moment he woke up and welcomed the fact that he does love your booty more than your boobies was also the day when he promised to do whatever he can to guard it

he brings a jacket/hoodie to tie around your waist whenever you decide to wear skirts or shorts

he stands beside you on escalators and stairs

and glares at people who dares to lay their filthy eyes on his prize

he'll try and play it off as him being a gentleman

but seriously, it's his and will do whatever it takes to keep it safe lmao

Yeosang

when he can't stop staring at your behind, that's when he knows that he's screwed

he didn't mean to, really, but sometimes.. things just happen

for a goddamn reason

and that reason is what exactly makes him sweat out of nervousness and excitement

he's nervous because he doesn't know how to break it out to you. wanting to be honest with his new found love for you

excitement because hey, he'll get to touch it anytime and anywhere if you'd allow him to

he planned it for days, even made a whole ass speech

but of course you had to ruin it

what kind of s/o are you? wearing such pants that made your ass plumper than before

and thus, he slaps. bow.

"nice rump, babe." *cue the silence and internal screaming before he smiles awkwardly*

Yunho

he is C R A Z Y over your ass

"c'mon, sit on my lap. there are no seats available anymore honey." no there are A LOT

puppy just wants to feel it every damn time

he looks at you expectantly while tapping his thick legs

smiles happily when you oblige because, fuck it, your booty is so nice

dude is not even embarrassed whenever he touches your ass in public out of habit

"oops sorry, my hands' default place is right behind you."

he looks at your behind with so much adoration pls-

how did he get so lucky that a nice and caring s/o with a loveable ass like you came into his life?

only the heavens can answer, but he will always thank them for that sksks

San

doesn't wanna admit it at first

but then he sees you in a sexy bikini during a beach trip

and he's lost it

'my god, since when did that ass went round and huge like that?' he thinks

and his hands will unconsciously grab it, your shriek pulling him back into reality

bcs let's be real, the moment his palm felt your goodies, he fell into this world of what he likes to call "Y/N's fluffy booty"

and from then on, the game begins

he acts all shy at first, but then he'll smirk and will compliment your ramp every time

he lives for the few seconds of you getting flustered

but he lives for it more when the next day, you'll wear nothing but his shirt and flimsy panty that he can easily rip off of you

he closes his eyes and feels grateful

"what a nice day to be alive" he murmurs with a smile on his face

Mingi

he does these subtle actions

like putting his hands in the back pockets of your pants

or tapping your ass to get your attention

he thinks you won't notice it but c'mon, he's not that slick

you did feel whenever his hands groped a bit harder

you saw how predatory his eyes get whenever you bend over to pick something up

and you will use that to your advantage

so on one fine day, you decided to test his limits

putting on an expensive lingerie and taking a seductive mirror photo of you, with your ass fully on display

you sent it to him while he's in practice bc that's what we do in this house (tease the hell out of mingi)

a huge smile broke on your face when you read his reply

"i'll be home within a few minutes. don't take that off."

looks like you'll have a long, fun night

Wooyoung

now, this guy isn't afraid to admit to the world that he LOVES your ass

whenever he sees you walking, he'll yell across the room, saying how hot you are and to please sway your hips a bit more

you'll blush and get embarrassed but you won't deny him

after all, you take pleasure in seeing him smile while his dark eyes watch your behind

his hands are always, ALWAYS landing on your booty

sometimes you'll get the shock of your life when a hand slaps on your ass out of nowhere

like c'mon, you can't even bend a bit without feeling that stinging sensation after

the most important part, this dude can even list a hundred reasons on why he's so obsessed with it

"sixty eight, it's so soft on my palm. do you want me to keep going? okay. sixty nine, i love the way they jiggle during se-"

you choked him after that because for sure he won't stop talking unless physically intervened

Jongho

honestly, it started as a joke

teasing him that your ass is your best asset

and he goes along with it, looking at your butt with the most judgemental expression on

and then suddenly, in his mind, it went 'oof, yeah it is true tho, that booty is nice af'

but he says the opposite because his pride won't let him admit that sudden thought

his realization made his new hobby tho, the daily observation on your ass

he'll say a remark about it randomly

like one moment you were peacefully stretching and the next you'll hear him say "your butt looks bigger today. have you been doing squats or something?"

you'll look at him with wide eyes and he'll reply innocently, "what? that's your best asset right? naturally i'd look at it whenever i can"

you were starting to doubt him

the one night when you two were cuddling, his hands snaked down to your ass

"i love these babies of mine."

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[anxious-witch]

My personal highlights of the first Zagreb concert 10/11/2023

Me and @tearsofperseides befriending and low key adopting several teenagers while we waited in line

Robin being dressed very similarly to Jan, despite never seeing his fishnet shirt. He also kept getting tangled into my spiky jackets we both almost fell several times

Seeing all of them in person. I CANNOT explain how hard my heart was beating when they came on stage

I expected Bojan to have an "can't look away" kind of magnetism irl but actually it was JAN

Like. I know we talk about him a lot, but seeing him IN PERSON(and so up close I was internally screaming) is a whole other experience. Few times he glanced towards our side I died, okay?

The way Nace and Jan look at each other is so temder so fucking palpable in person. Also they kept interacting ALL the time. I usually focus more on Bojan but since they were so close it was super obvious

Bojan's interactions (whore tendecies) with everyone, especially Nace. He kept touching him sm dueing the first half

Also Jan's fishnet shirt getting stuck on Nace's guitar (I think?) Twinning moment, 10/10

Bojan's voice is as amazing as you think

Kris singing NGVOT again. No notes.

How much Jan gets into his solos?? I swear he is having a sexual experience with his guitar every time

Our new friend getting to sing Umazane Misli with Bojan because he had a sign. We all cheered so loud and he briefly forgot the lyrics. Same my dude

Robin and me holding hand during "za ruku te držim" and mom of a newly acquired friend taking a picture of it

The pure energy of the crowd and the concert. I swear my heart was beating with the music

When Bojan was doing an introduction to Novi Val and said "-and the world becomes harsher" cue someone throwing something on the stage and narrowling missing him

Jan realizing he stepped on the glasses someone threw at him and picking up broken pieces apologetically

JAN PUTTING HIS FOREHEAD ON NACE'S CHEST DURING A SEM TI POVEDAL IS MY NEW RELIGON

I probably forgot things ngl but. My god it was amazing and I am so emotional and I cannot believe I get to experience it again tomorrow. I love y'all and the world is a wonderful and bright place tonight

#joker out

[highwayorgantrade]

Baptized By Fire (I)

Pairing: Ghost x (F)Reader

Request: Nope :)

Story Summary: Reader loses themselves to the mission - Ghost brings them back.

Chapter Summary: On your first specialized mission with Ghost and Soap, you were praying for everything to go right. Whether the idea was a sick joke or naivety, you did what you had to do to survive. Unfortunately, all actions have consequences.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song/Playlist:

Author's Note: Reader's callsign is Corpse! I got the idea for this fic by some ad I saw with these really cool titanium fangs, so I saw that and I was like yo lemme steal that rq so yeah I imagine reader having those but I don't really think it's necessary to the story! This is gonna be my first multi-chapter thing so I hope I can get everyone hooked bc LORRRDDDD the amount of stuff I have planned for this!

"When did intel say this guy was going to show up?" Soap grunted next to you, his rough voice teetering on the edge of being whiny. You knew the answer, everyone did. Three hours ago, a truck loaded with international weapons smugglers should have pulled outside of the house that you were sheltered in. The town had seen its last inhabitant months ago, right when this group began using it as a trading post. You were supposed to be in exfil by... Now, actually.

Ghost had parked himself in a barely-lit corner of the room, leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. You wondered, every so often, if he was actually asleep, but when he ran through the motions of checking his gun, you were reminded of exactly who he was. Ghost would never fall asleep on a mission, no matter how late it was running.

"I'm going up to the second floor." You finally sighed. "Gonna see if I can scope anything out." You used to opportunity to stretch your legs - you had stayed crouched for so long, and the cold simply was not helping. And the longer you were in the presence of Ghost, the more your mind ran wild, and the overwhelming desire to impress him got worse and worse as time went on. Soap said nothing, and Ghost simply nodded at you.

Well, good enough.

The stairs were old, and it felt like they were screaming your presence when they creaked under your footsteps. As you walked past, the memories that this house once held were clear at every footstep. Picture frames of the family, forgotten behind, had dust collecting on the frames, and various pieces of artwork littered the walls, varying from classic Kahlo to children's messy fingerpainting. You pushed the door to each room open, trying to buy time by yourself. Each room was more or less the same - dresser, bed, window. Maybe a tapestry here and there.

You kneeled in front of a large, busted out window at the end of the hall, pulling binoculars out of your bag, and settling in. You held the binoculars up and sighed. Still the same landscape you've been staring at for the past three hours. The same faded market signs, dead outdoor plants and... Different SUV. You don't remember that being there, parked in an alleyway between two businesses. The windows were tinted dark, almost completely blacked out, so the hope of seeing anything inside was dashed.

The low, hushed voices of Soap and Ghost downstairs met your ears. You should tell them about the car. See something, say something, right? Part of you slightly resented the connection they had, but they've been working together for years. Countless missions and days together. These were your early days in Task Force 141, and this was your third mission with them. First mission using a specialized group like this, which is exactly why is was extra important that you didn't fuck up.

An uneasy feeling locked in your chest, and you stood, electing to rejoin the two of them. You shouldn't be alone, especially if a fight was about to break out.

"Contact!" Ghost's rough voice cut through the quiet, and almost as if on cue, a pair of gloved hands wrapped around your mouth and torso, setting off every single danger alarm your body had. Your vision darkened from the panic, and your desperate attempt to free yourself was going mostly unnoticed. The small point of pressure in your back told you that the barrel of a gun was pressed into your spine.

"Stop fucking fighting. They're not coming for you." A low, vaguely Eastern European voice growled into your ear before pulling you back into a random room. It was familiar, one of the parent's rooms, you'd assumed.

How did they get in? How the fuck did they get in without you noticing?

The window. The busted out windows in every room of the house. They came around the back entrance, and Ghost and Soap are about to be ambushed. Your eyes widened at the realization, and the man in front you smiled. Your target. This was him. Along with three other men, your outlook did not look good.

Panic clawed its way into your throat, but nonetheless, you made an effort to keep your face as stoic as possible. Your target leaned against the now-shut door of the room, and the sound of gunshots was echoing throughout the house.

"You are the one they call Corpse?" He looked you up and down, and gestured to one of his men. "Take her gun. And the knife. Scream, and I'll kill you and your friends." They followed his direction immediately, and the hand that was once around your mouth was removed. "Do you understand the situation you're in?" He was speaking to you like you were a child, and anger licked at your chest. Yes, obviously you understood the situation. You were trapped, with no chance of fighting, no weapons, and no way to communicate. You felt like a cornered dog, surrounded by people you know would kill you in a heartbeat.

You simply nodded, your teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek so hard, the metallic taste of blood was leaking into your throat.

Your target walked around the room, almost casually, and he smiled at the floor.

"There is a way for you to walk out of this alive, you know." He stopped, his back to the window. "Your force is rather... Mysterious. You come with us, and answer my questions. Any question I have, willingly. You'll be answering either way. The only question is how I'll be able to get you there." He smiled at you, like you two were having a pleasant conversation about world affairs.

The memory of Ghost's voice echoed in your head. "Don't let anyone take you to a second location. No matter what they are promising, they will kill you."

They will kill you. They want to kill you. They will hurt you. They will hurt Ghost and Soap, and who knows who else. You felt like a cornered animal, and all you could hear were gunshots and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. You spoke for the first time in a while, and your own voice was unrecognizable to you.

"Fine."

And with that, your vision went black.

"See any more?" Soap's ragged breathing cut through his words, and Ghost's eyes were still trained on the street. Enemy bodies littered the world outside, and his vision was still adjusting to the world outside the scope of his rifle.

"No movement." Ghost finally put his weapon down, slightly grateful that the mission was over so they could all finally go back to base.

"Would've been easier with some fuckin' help." Soap grumbled, and cast a glance up at the stairs where he last saw your retreating back. Ghost didn't take a second thought about you going to scope out the landscape, he knew you were nervous around him, and in his chest, he felt a pang of regret. He could've been nicer to you, talked to you a little bit more, but he simply had no idea how to navigate his feelings around you. You simply showed up to base one day, and that was that for him. At first, he thought you were... Slightly aggravating. How easily you became friends with the Task Force, the sunshine that radiated out of you... He figured that you must not have seen that much war if you were still that damn happy.

It was difficult for Ghost to accept that he was wrong about your skills. At the firing range, in hand to hand combat, in everything, you were just ever-so-slightly better than him, and he tried to let some of his feelings known through the small things, like allowing you to enter a room before him, or simply sitting next to you during debriefings.

A resounding thud pulled him out of his thoughts, and immediately, his head whipped toward the direction, his heart sinking in his chest.

"Corpse, status!" Soap shouted, and his command was only met with silence. Before Ghost could think, he was on his feet and creeping up the stairs silently, his weapon at the ready. Soap followed closely behind, knowing that if Ghost was doing this, it was for damn good reason. A noise echoed through the house, and out onto the street, and both men stopped dead in their tracks. A scream, so guttural, animalistic, and angry pierced the air, and it chilled Ghost to the bone. He had heard a lot of noises during war, but none he heard were like this.

Of all the doors in that hallway, only one was closed, and Ghost nodded toward it. Soap and him stood on opposite sides of the door, and Ghost's heartbeat was racing as he thought about what could be on the other side of this door. You could be injured, dead, or worst of all, gone altogether. The door creaked open, and the sight that lay in front of them caused Soap and Ghost to freeze.

You were standing over four dead bodies, carnage spread around the room. Your uniform was covered in blood, and your hands and face had the same fate. Blood dripped from your chin, and your teeth were bared, a low noise emitting from your mouth as your chest rose and fell rapidly. The one fact they couldn't ignore: Every single body in that room had their throats shredded into oblivion.

"Corpse?" Soap spoke softly, the horror in his voice being poorly masked, but Ghost couldn't take his eyes off you. You were shaking, and the usual light that was in your eyes was gone, replaced by brutality and viciousness. Ghost handed his gun to Soap, wanting it clear out of the way if you decided to attack him as well. He stepped forward, the bottom of his boots leaving bloody footprints on the way to you. His grip on your chin forced you to look at him.

"Corpse, snap to. Come back, soldier."

"Corpse, snap to. Come back, soldier." Ghost's voice was the only clear thing in your mind, and you felt like you had just woken up from a very long nap. Your mind was hazy, and you focused on Ghost's eyes searching yours for any hint of remaining humanity. The last thing you remember: The target advancing toward you with a knife. That was it.

"Ghost, I- The target-" Your voice shook, and you finally took note of your surroundings. The target in question was long dead, sat against his wall, and his neck- "Oh, my God." As soon as your eyes set on the carnage in the room, Ghost wrapped his hand around your arm and began pulling you.

"No, don't look. Don't look." His hand came around your eyes, so the only think you could see was a slight hint of the blood-stained floor. Soap said nothing as Ghost led you out of the room, down the stairs, and into the freezing air. When you were outside, Ghost unclipped your helmet, and Soap rounded the corner.

"What the fuck was that massacre, Corpse?"

You wracked your brain for a good explanation, a hint of any memory that would allow you to explain something that you simply cannot remember, and you came up dead empty.

"I- I don't know, I can't remember." Your voice was small, almost lost to the wind blowing through the town. You had never seen Soap upset, and his response certainly wasn't helping your confusion.

"You don't know?" He looked at you incredulously. "You don't know how you... You tore open their throats?"

"No! I don't know! I can't remember!" You wished you could lie to him. You wished you could remember any minor detail of what happened, but after the target came at you, the only thing you remember is Ghost bringing you back.

The bright headlights of a familiar van approached, and you jumped at the sudden brightness.

"Soap, that's exfil. Get in the car and tell them to wait." Ghost's low tone was commanding, and Soap could only sigh and place himself in the passenger seat, undoubtedly already coming up with a mission report.

"Corpse, focus on me." Your eyes left the van, and Ghost had placed himself directly in front of you, so there was nowhere to look but in his eyes. "Do you or do you not remember what happened?" The intensity at which he spoke made you want to cry, the fear of disappointing him feeling real.

"No, I- I don't remember anything. All I can remember is him coming at me with a knife, and the other three guys, they said they would hurt you and Soap, and they wanted to take me somewhere else, but you told me to never go to a second location, and I just... I don't know."

"Hush, love, I believe ya. Did they hurt you?" His hand moved to grasp your bicep, and you looked down at the ground.

"No, I don't think so. I'm not sure."

Ghost sighed, and looked back at the vehicle.

"Right, then. We'll get ya checked out, just in case, okay? Come on." He began walking, but stopped when he realized you weren't following him.

"Ghost, did I-" You took a shaky breath, your question stuck in your throat. "Did I fuck up? Am I going to be kicked out?" Ghost stared at you, your question hanging in the air, until he took a step toward you.

"Corpse, you killed our target. And then some. You won't be kicked out for completing a mission. Price might tell you have to see some kind of psychiatrist or therapist, but that's it. That's all, I promise. Now, you're going to get in the van, we're going to go back to base, and you're gonna shower. Get to."

There was no arguing with Ghost, you knew that. You knew he was right, but that still didn't stop the little fire of annoyance lighting in your chest, and it was made worse that you didn't know what you were annoyed more by - The fact that he was so confident about the hypothetical outcome, or the thought of having to re-explain the situation to your Captain. You sighed as you wrenched open the back door of the car, the copper scent of your actions filling the enclosed space.

The ride back to base was quiet, the radio occasionally tuning in to a random station, speaking in a language you had no hope of understanding. The sun had begun to rise on the horizon, an orange glow cast on the landscape, and you sighed at the sun hitting your face, the feeling unmatched after being submerged in darkness for what felt like forever.

A few hours had passed, and Soap's snoring in the front seat was almost peaceful. You hadn't dared sneak a look at your Lieutenant - you weren't sure what curdled your heart more, the thought of him staring at you in disgust or disappointment, or worse, not at all. When the car passed through the security checkpoint for the base you called home, you couldn't seem to focus on one problem or thought at a time. Finally, the car stopped, and the growling engine cut off. Ghost gave Soap a rough shove to his shoulder, startling the man awake.

"Soap. Go." Ghost's voice seemed almost impossibly rougher after staying silent for hours. Soap cast you a remorseful look before exiting the vehicle, along with the driver. Anxiety held its place in the base of your throat, the scent of blood suddenly was drowning you, and your hands shook as you began to fidget with the seatbelt latch. "Corpse. Captain wants to speak with you."

Ha. You're fired. You're so fired. Your one passion, the one thing you know you were born to do-. "You're not in trouble. He just wants to know what happened." Ghost sighed, and pressed his thumb into the latch, releasing your seatbelt. "Damn it, soldier, fuckin' look at me when I talk to you." His voice immediately took on a harsher infliction, and you stared up at him, reminded of what exactly your relationship is to him - he is a Lieutenant, you are a Sergeant. Nothing more. "Obviously..." Ghost's eyes looked you up and down. "Get showered first." Your voice was barely above a whisper when you spoke.

"Yes, sir." When your boots made contact with the ground, it felt like the weight of... Everything collapsed on your shoulders. The sun felt too bright, your gear heavy and sticky, and Ghost's eyes boring holes into the back of your head all combined into the worst storm possible. You shook your head, your own eyes trained on the ground in front of you as you walked to your barracks. Just keep it together until you're alone. All you have to do is make it to your room. That's all. Don't fall apart until you're there.

Do not fall apart until you're there.

#ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #ghost fanfiction #modern warfare fanfiction

[sugar-omi]

heey, I'd have a wholesome request. The prompt is that it's playing in step 2 so they're stupid teenagers who have a crush on each other, and gn!reader is waiting on the beach for Cove to spent the day with him. Cove is taking a bit, so reader is decides to pass the time by doodling into the sand. They already have a couple sand-doodles down, when they have the impulsive idea to write Cove's name and draw a heart around it. They planned on doing it quick and scribble it away before Cove arrives.

but to their bad timing, he arrives behind them exactly the moment, reader is drawing the heart around his name.

I'd like to see you write this scenario down and how Cove reacts. It's meant to be a sweet, wholesome and slightly awkward "caught red handed" moment. I hope this prompt seems fun :D

omg that's so CUTE- I just know he'd be so flustered but I also imagine this happens after the "roadtrip" and/or the "growing" moment where he calls u cute <333 bc I think that's the only way he'd be confident enough to react this way hehehe

tags : fluff, step 2, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, yall are LOVESICK

synopsis : cove catches you doodling his name...

cove is... stunned to say the least.

he knew he was taking awhile to come meet you at the beach, having got caught up with helping his dad move some boxes to his car, but he didn't... cove didn't expect to come see you drawing a heart around his name...

he wants to cry. scream. run, but he also wants to collapse n bury himself under the sand because his crush is drawing a heart around his name!

"um.. uh..." oh god maybe he will try to run away to nevada again.

you freeze, your hand that was covering your flushed blissed out face now covers your embarrassment.

deciding that this can't get any worse, you play it off. "h-hi cove.. I was waiting for you." fuck your voice cracked.

cove doesn't respond. he can't, his head is spinning, and all his blood has rushed to his face.

taking a deep breath, snapping out of his thoughts as you call out his name again and tug on his shorts.

"cove? are you uh, are you okay?" you smile awkwardly, "still breathing, right?"

he nods, and before you can say anything else cove crouches next to you.

your breath hitches. he's so close...

while you're busy admiring the way the breeze makes his hair flutter around his face and how the sun shows every shade of blue in coves eyes...

"t-there..." cove looks away, hiding his own face this time but it's fruitless since you've already noticed.

you look back at your doodle, and next to it is your name in a lopsided heart, one of the edges over lapping the heart you drew and the point that connects both sides of the heart leaves a lot to be desired.

but it's overwhelmingly cove, and it has your heart pounding all the same...

"you.." you run a hand down your face, covering your mouth with your fingers. "you're so cute..."

cue internal screaming.

cove feels some of the blood returning to other areas of his body, and with a bit of clarity, he reaches for your hand with trembling fingers.

looking at you with a wobbly smile, he intertwines your fingers with his. "so uh... wanna surf? I brought my other board..."

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc

[jenevawashere]

This was originally a reblog on one of @phoebeejeebies posts but I'm still internally screaming about it so you can now suffer with us! (if you want more context go read theirs first)

OK! I NEED TO RANT BECAUSE BRAIN ROT OF THIS SCENE AND THE IMPLICATIONS HAVE NOT GONE AWAY SINCE I LEFT THE THEATER!

Phoebe takes the chess set with her, knowing no one will be there because it's night time. She does all of this as if it is a routine she does once a week. It doesn't feel like a spur of the moment decision. This is something she has done multiple times since moving to New York.

Now we do need to mention, she is a fifteen year old alone in New York City at night in a park. That is a really stupid thing to do alone in any city at night no matter your age. The repetitive nature with which she does this suggests to me that she isn't worried about this because she knows that she isn't alone.

I have yet to listen to the soundtrack for GFE, but I have an ear for music cues and reprises (Infinity War and Endgame were music goldmines for me and I remember losing my mind at the music choices in the theater, so much so that my silent nerding out annoyed my dad). Somehow, without knowing that the reused the first bit of Chess, I recognized what the tune implied along with Phoebe's actions.

I don't remember who plays first, but when the other chess piece moves, she looks around as if she's looking for someone. Again! Keep in mind, this is a weekly occurrence. She isn't confused because she's playing chess with a ghost, she's confused because Egon has yet to materialize.

When Melody materializes, Phoebe is disappointed that it isn't him. You can see it in her face. This is something sacred that she does with her grandfather once a week. Something her family doesn't know about. Ok, maybe Trevor knows.

If Egon did/does actually come back to visit, you can't tell me he only spent time with Phoebe. He literally helped Trevor fix the Ecto in GA, he was supervising Trev the entire time. There's even a small moment when the Ecto is going through the field that you can see the silhouette of another person in the car through the back windshield. I highly doubt Egon would let his grandson do something so reckless unsupervised. (Yes this was probably a camera man or a member of the stunt crew or something, but if it were, wouldn't they have removed it?)

After being benched, Phoebe needs someone to talk to, someone who will understand, and he isn't there. Instead, there's this ghost of some girl that's on fire and, oh, she's kinda cute...

NOW! IF this is something Phoebe and Egon do regularly (as is implied), why isn't he there?

I think, he heard about Garraka down some spiritual grape vine and knows that the ice age personified can control other spirits, or maybe he read something about it during self imposed watch duty in Summerville. The only reason Melody isn't being controlled like a puppet is because she made a deal with Garraka. Egon would know how dangerous being around the orb is.

These are his friends we're talking about. This is his family! He left to protect them by standing on the front line when no one else would. They are his world at this point. If his being there even as a ghost is what will put them in danger, then he is going to stay the fuck away if it will keep them safe.

The night after everything has thawed, I'd like to think that Phoebe went out at night and went back to the park without the chess set. He was waiting for here there, ready to comfort her in the way he couldn't a few days before.

*takes a deep breath, then screams* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#frozen empire #phoebe spengler #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusting #egon spengler #melody ghostbusters #ghostbusters

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Fate is Definitely Drunk [2]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (it’s a female reader, most of mine will be unless it is requested as something else)

Warning: pining, cursing (of course), self-doubt/anxiety

Word Count: 1,788

Summary: Everyone has the words their soulmate will first say to them written on their skin somewhere. You have the most average words in the known universe so you assume you’ll have a soulmate that matches that. Fate ain’t happy you underestimated her.

‘I’ve been searching for—’ No. ‘Captain, I am—’ Nope. ‘Now that is America’s ass—’ Hell no. ‘Mr. Rogers—’ Definitely not. This wasn’t a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

You were beginning to realize why these soul marks were kind of a ‘spur of the moment’ thing that fate sprung on humanity. Planning them absolutely sucked. You were sitting at your desk staring at a notepad with literally 25 different phrases all crossed out with a sharpie. This was hell. You had missed your cue to speak, like an idiot, and now the universe was punishing you.

Captain America was your soulmate. The Captain America. The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. The guy you had written an essay about in high school. An essay you only got a C on, mind you. There was a very strong part of you that was convinced that you had hallucinated the entire thing. A hallucination made a lot more sense than reality that was for sure.

You turned to your desk partner who sat beside you playing on their phone, “Hey, Alex.” They held one finger up for a second before letting their brown eyes drift up to meet yours with a neutral look. You continued, “If you could choose what your first words are to your soulmate, what would you say?”

Alex paused, thinking, then nodded, “Please fuck me.”

“Not…” You scrunched your nose, “Not exactly what I was looking for, but thank you.”

“It’s not like you get to choose anyways.” Alex shrugged.

The decision was made and you were talking before you even realized what was happening, “Alex, I need to tell you something.” They looked at you again, but this time with confusion. It had been two weeks since you ran into your soulmate, two weeks at this job, and Alex had easily become your closest friend here. Plus, your best friend back home hadn’t been very helpful with this. They mostly just screamed. “I met my soulmate.”

“You met your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “They said their words, but then I didn’t say anything and they walked away and now… I don’t know what to do.”

Alex set their phone down, “Well, first thing first, you gotta find out who they are and track them down again.”

“Easy enough.” You tapped your fingers against your chin, “It’s, uh, Captain America.”

Alex blinked once, twice, three times and then tilted their head, “Captain America? As in the hero? As in Steve fucking Rogers?”

“That’s the one.”

The two of you stared at one another for a minute before Alex shrugged, “Yeah, you should definitely say, ‘Please fuck me’.”

You pointed at them, “Not gonna say that. Nope.”

“I don’t know what to tell you then.” Alex replied and picked their phone back up again. That had been about as helpful as the phone call you made to your friend back home. You moaned in defeat and slapped the notebook to your face. This was literally impossible. Only you would be in the situation where you knew who your soulmate is, they were an amazing human being, but you were too dumb to reply to them.

Someone came to the front desk and Alex tossed their phone aside to help them. You sunk in your seat and let your mind drift off. Did you even want to see him again? Of course, you did. He was Steve Rogers. Knowing him as America’s hero made you crush on him, and you were sure that once you personally got to know him you’d be a goner. Steve was an all-star, a top tier level soulmate, and you were…what? An intern making minimum wage who only just now got health insurance? You lived in a shoebox apartment that smelled of mold and smoke. You didn’t even own a bed yet. You were literally sleeping on an air mattress. An air mattress.

When Steve Rogers laid down to go to bed at night there was no way in hell the soulmate he imagined meeting one day was you. He was a hero, a legend, and you were literally the definition of average. If your life was a movie, you weren’t sure if you could even name yourself as the main character. You felt like a background character of your own life.

You opened your desk drawer and tossed the notepad into it.

Maybe not being able to think of anything to say was a sign.

Steve stood in line at the Stark Industries cafeteria feeling a little bit like an idiot. If Tony knew that he was down here buying food instead of using the state-of-the-art kitchen built upstairs for the Avengers specifically? God, he’d never hear the end of it. Especially if the genius found out that the only reason Steve was down here buying a water bottle and apple was because he was trying to see a girl.

It wasn’t just any girl though. It was probably the most beautiful dame he’s seen in his entire life, but Tony and the others would tease him all the same. He couldn’t explain it. Steve literally could not sit down and list reasons why this absolute stranger was stuck on his mind, but the feelings were there all the same.

The first time Steve saw her had been a month ago down in the lobby. He had been in a rush to leave the tower so he could meet Clint at some sketchy food stall that the archer claimed was worth weathering a hurricane sized storm for (it hadn’t been), and he just so happened to stop beside her while fighting his umbrella.

In fact, he hadn’t even noticed her standing there until he heard the soft intake of a gasp. Steve wasn’t sure if she knew she had reacted that way, but when he turned to meet her gaze he didn’t feel like Captain America suddenly. Instead, he felt like that scrawny, punk kid from Brooklyn that used to hide behind Bucky anytime a pretty dame started to talk.

The artist in him wanted to describe her as glowing. Something about her, the look in her surprised eyes, just made him feel like he was basking in warmth. Steve’s brain screamed at him to say something, literally anything, in hopes to make her acquaintance. When he opened his mouth though, all that had fallen out was a quip about the weather. Her face features had frozen in shock, and Steve took that as his cue to flee.

Steve hadn’t shared this interaction with anyone upstairs though because, again, he wasn’t in the mood to be mocked for the remainder of this century.

His thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of the woman again. She was across the room walking in with a group of other SI interns. Steve could tell that’s what they were by the badges they wore around their necks. One of the interns said something and the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about laughed. A bright, grin filling her face.

Steve felt like a weirdo staring at her from across the room. That was actually another reason why he hadn’t told anyone about her because he knew his tactic of watching her from a distance and hoping she noticed him was creepy as hell. Bucky definitely would’ve beat his ass for it. For a quick second, he let his chest ache at the thought of his friend. Bucky would know just what to say in this situation. What he wouldn’t give to have his friend behind his shoulder coaching him on talking to a dame again. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to those tips in the past.

One tip he did remember definitely applied here. Bucky would tell him to stop walking through the cafeteria everyday hoping she’d notice and speak to him, and instead make a damn move himself. He could do that. He could definitely do that. Steve had fought aliens from space a year ago. Talking to a girl couldn’t be harder than that.

And yet…

A thousand times he had worked up the courage to say something only to bail out at the last moment. It wasn’t just the fear of making himself look like an idiot either. He was Captain America. The quote, unquote Star-Spangled man with a plan. Anyone he brought into his life would be in danger, and what kind of stable minded person would want the baggage that came with him? Steve was a man, stuck out of his time, who worked non-stop and still had nightmares every other night of dropping his best friend out of a train. To say he was a mess was just a polite understatement.

It was one of the many reasons why he had decided any sort of courting should be behind him. He left those hopes and dreams in the 40’s along with his soulmate. Like nearly everyone else on the planet, Steve had words etched on his skin and one of his worst regrets was that his mission to save the world had left his soulmate alone. Maybe it was a selfish thought, but he was kind of glad he never met them back then. That alone made this so much easier to swallow.

“Captain?” Steve glanced over his shoulder to see an unfamiliar face looking up at him with a hopeful smile. The middle-aged woman held out her phone, “Can I, maybe, get a picture with you? My son is such a fan.”

Steve nodded once, “Of course.”

His fame was still something he’d never get used to, it was probably the worst part of his job, but Steve couldn’t find it in his heart to ever say no. He bent down a little to get into the frame as the much shorter woman, and after she snapped the picture, she thanked him again earnestly. Steve gave her a small wave and hurried away from the spot before others came to ask the same thing.

He glanced across the room, hoping to see the stranger one more time, and when his eyes found her, he realized she was already looking at him.

There was an unreadable look in her eyes, and Steve was stuck. After a moment, her lips curled up into a soft smile and it was pathetic how his heart seemed to stutter in his chest at the small action from someone he technically didn’t even know. It settled the mental argument he had been warring over though. Steve took in a steadying breath and took a step in her direction, but that was the exact moment the entire room shook as the back wall exploded out in a debris, fire, and dust.

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#steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #marvel #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x you #soulmate au

[corvidcircus]

If you're still taking requests maybe how vergil and dante's s/os react to them coming back from hell eventually after the end of 5? :) I don't know how long they spend there but I know I'd go crazy if it was more than a few months... Love your writing! ❤

The Return

(post-DMC5, by roughly ten months)

Vergil's S/O-

you've been outwardly calm, and internally screaming

you were actually V's S/O

V told you about the whole situation just after he told Trish

the qliphoth was the first time you met Vergil, but he looked at you adoringly, just like V did

he softly assured you they'd be back, and leapt into the underworld within seconds of ending his bout with nero, leaving you scrambling to understand what was happening

you've been working to distract yourself from the fact that he's gone, and the fear he may not come back

you never really got to meet him, and he might be gone for good

it hurts

you hate it

the crew have noticed

you dont sleep well, you wont eat much, you're irritable and distracted

10 months later you are very close to giving up hope

youre on a job and suddenly both twins are just... there?

it throws you off balance and if it weren't for them covering you, things would've gone very poorly

you finish destroying the portal and the stragglers

you stop and actually see him for the first time

you don't remember moving, but you blink and you're across the room, crying, face shoved into his chest, clinging to him for dear life

he stiffens and then slowly returns the embrace

it takes a minute for you to get your breath back

you recognize pieces of the poet you knew, enough to gently tease him

"You're late, and in a lot of trouble," he winces apologetically

"but goddamn did I miss you."

that earns a small smile

("And I, you, my dove.")

Dante's S/O-

you're pissed, at first. mainly because before the Vergil fight you told him not to do anything ridiculously stupid.

mans had 1 job: he failed

after about 5 weeks, you start getting a little worried

the tree is mostly gone, so they must have succeeded in taking out the roots

the longer that goes by the more you think about something Nero said when he told the crew what happened

that they never said they had a plan to get back, in fact he seemed to think they may not be able to get back out of the underworld

the whole arcane research thing is not typically your go to for dealing with demons

why bother when hitting them with a sword is more effective

but without yamato, portals are hard to create, and even harder to control

you spend months running down any option you can think of to at least get to or from the demon world

it takes another 8 1/2 months to finally find something that you think might work

it doesn't

then after passing out, upset and exhausted, you startle awake at the sounds of the doors flying open

you must still be dreaming, because that looks like your devil

who's trapped in hell

right?

cue a dante patented stupid joke to diffuse tension

you quite literally vault over the desk into his arms and just feel that hes back

*hug*"I'm so happy you're back!"

and exactly 4 seconds later

*hitting him repeatedly* "Never fucking do that again!"

Bonus Nero's Reaction-

he's super fucking pissed off

ah yes lets leave the kid (with severe familial abandonment issues) suddenly without his family

remains fairly angry when the topic of either twin is brought up

but the longer that goes by, the more anger becomes distress, and eventually resignation

concerned, but unsure how to help Vergil's S/O

very bothered by the 'empty look' when he does jobs with VS/O

confused, exasperated, but not surprised at Dante's S/O's actions

a little tiny bit scared of the non-stop manic energy DS/O is embodying

first time seeing the twins back, he has way to many emotions to deal with so defaults to anger

likely throws down with either/both

the rage burns hot and fast this time, so the fight is messy and short

basically ends in him storming off and giving them the cold shoulder until someone makes the first move

(probably nero or dante lets be honest here)

*this is the headcannon version, there may end up being fully written one shots later

#devil may cry #vergil #dante #devil may cry 5 #dmc #vergil x reader #dante x reader #bonus nero #writing requests #request fill #my writing #dmc x reader #devil may cry headcanons

[amazingmsme]

this is the most random weird pairing but like just hear me out…

lee!richie with any ler!lord in black (maybe wiggly 👀)

MDGSMWJD I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS OMGGG WIGGLY WOULD THINK HE’S SO ANNOYING BECAUSE HE WON’T SHUT UP & HIS ENERGY IS JUST TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH

Got a lil carried away so I’ll spare y’all’s dash

Like just imagine Richie walking through the Black & White & he’s all confused & scared & out of the abyss he sees The Onceler IRL & freaks out but in a good way. He’s the first life form he’s seen in this endless nothingness & it’s the fucking Onceler??? He doesn’t know what the hell is going on but he’s rolling with it!

Walks right up to him like “excuse me, Onceler sir?”

“Excuse you indeed”

“I like your cosplay! :D”

“… my what?”

Cue Richie launching into a tangent about cosplay & the Onceler & Wiggly snaps at him for even thinking he’s that technicolor abomination. So Richie apologizes like “sorry, my mistake… you’re like if the Onceler & Slenderman had a baby!” & let’s just say he really should not have said that because now Wiggly’s even more ticked off. But Richie is oblivious & just scrolling through pictures to show him & trying to convince him it’s not an insult, they’re both really cool!

But Wiggly is just not having any of it & is like “you’ve insulted me for the last time!” & busts out the tentacles & Richie’s like oh shit oh fuck please don’t kill me I’m sorry! & it’s like well damn, you’re already dead I can’t kill you even if I wanted to… I’ll just tickle you instead. So he just goes “no… I plan on doing something much worse”

& he grabs him with a tentacle & Richie screams cause he’s expecting the worst but then he feels something slip under his shirt & start tickling him? & he’s squirming in his hold & trying to wiggle away & is like “hey that tickles” & Wiggly just lets out an evil chuckle like “I know”

& then he realizes that’s what his plan was all along & he starts struggling even more & is like “I-I’m sorry I called you the Onceler! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!” & that’s the last thing he should’ve said

“Anything?” 👀 “Yeah, anything!” “Okay Richie… laugh” & before he can even do or say anything else he’s laughing hysterically & already begging for mercy. & maybe Wiggly says something a little too close to one of the doll’s voice lines & Richie’s like WAIT A FUCKING SECOND! & he just blurts out “are you that damn tickle doll??” Cause he’s certain he is but also that’s just a silly little toy, he’s not real!

& Wiggly is all defensive like “it’s a vessel! A VESSEL!” Cause he’s used to hearing shit from his brothers but Richie just nods & goes along with it like mhm yep totally, a vessel, got it. But he’s still a little salty so he takes it out on poor Richie

& his laugh is so cute & infectious, Wiggly starts to have fun with it & teases him about his reactions & his squeaky laugh

Ok but also, since he’s dead, his asthma isn’t a think & Richie’s freaking out because shouldn’t he have had an asthma attack by now? Shouldn’t he be wheezing? He’s never been tickled for this long before wtf is happening? & also internally panicking because he shouldn’t be having this much fun

Ok but after Wiggly lets him go Richie just starts following him because he doesn’t know what else to do & Wiggly is so done but he just lets it happen

They’re walking in silence for a while & Richie’s been thinking it over & he just goes “so if you’re the doll… doesn’t that mean you’re ticklish too?” & Wiggly stops dead in his tracks & glares him down & says “do you ever shut the fuck up?” & Richie just goes quiet & Wiggly thinks that’s that & then he hears him mumble “I’ll take that as a resounding yes”

& then Richie’s running for his life (afterlife?) because Wiggly really didn’t appreciate that little quip

#asks #anon ask #npmd headcanons #lib headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #richie lipschitz #wiggly #tickle me wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #lords in black #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #ticklish!richie

[phoenix-flamed]

sees Diablos on my Dash; immediately gets flashbacks to opening the fucking magic lamp in FFVIII without having any idea whatsoever what it does

cue internal screaming

#Out of the Flames #THE BANE OF CHILD ME'S EXISTENCE: THAT FUCKER

[fluffypotatey]

Mordred showing up would be So Much Funnier with the SotRT because they Immediately clock him as a Druid and sorcerer, and whilst Mordred is like, "shitshitshitfuckshit" the Squires are like, "Oh thank God, Arthur's finally moving for peace with the Druids, took him long enough, didn't it?" because Obviously a Druid being made a knight of Camelot is an overture in in accepting magic, right? Right. STFU Beddy, ofc the King knows.

(Mordred getting a squire is even funnier, like, "Yes, put a child in the care of a slightly larger child, this is a foolproof plan.")

And I want to know who is gonna be the brave one and assign themselves to be Merlin's squire. He might not be an "official" knight, but he sat at the OG Round Table, he goes everywhere with the King and Squad, and he handles all the magic shit himself, gdi he Deserves a helper.

Cue Merls being deeply discomfited by the fact he now has a Smol attached to him, and he's just like, "Go away?" Squire, "No :)" And then they casually mention the Magic when they're alone bc they Know and assume that he is aware they Know, and Merlin is just left sitting there, staring into middle distance as he internally screams so loud Kilgharrah feels the disturbance in the Force from the other side of Albion.

YES THE RELIEF THEY MUST HAVE FELT OMFG

beddy don't know shit he's just a baby

loholt latches on to mordred like there was never a choice of course the druid knight will be his master fuck off bors you have lancelot let me have this

they are big sib and little sib respectively but can be viewed as cousins who have a ten year difference but are besties

merlin is confused on why there's a gaggle of teens following him around. he thinks this is a prank brought to you by gwaine and arthur. it is not. they are literally following him around like "let us be your squire secret knight!!!" "secret wha???"

oh, arthur told merls to muck out the stables? don't worry about it sir, we've got your back. sure, you can just magic it clean with a snap of your fingers, but we don't want you getting in trouble

merlin, heavy breathing: come again???

or OR alternatively, merlin comes to the conclusion that his little squires ("not my squires, gwaine!!!") are magic users and don't understand how dangerous it is to live here in camelot and immediately switches to Must Protect the Small mode. there's a little bit of stress because he wonders if they follow him because of his emrys title but then their stares go blank when he mentions emrys and he's like "oh..." they follow him for him. they saw him as someone to feel safe with and someone who could guide them just because he's merlin not emrys.

catch merlin crying in the tavern, and it's the only time arthur ever sent a knight out to fetch him. so when he's brought back he's actually drunk and ugly crying like "arth-arthur, they like me for me! they don't care. the little squires like me for me!"

arthur scoffs fondly at his manservants antics and says "well, obviously, who wouldn't."

merlin will not remember this conversation, nor how gently arthur held him while merlin cried and bubblered on about his "little squires" (gwaine is cheering somewhere he may not be where merlin is currently but he knows). he will not remember the fond look arthur had for him, nor the gentle touch of his king's hands as they wiped away his tears. what he will remember when he wakes up in his bed the next morning is a golden halo, a comforting warmth, and a deep baritone of a voice. merlin believes it to be a nice dream.

#i give anon butterfly kisses hoping they understand where we are placed in this courtship of love #i offer more favors of ribbons (headcanons) handkerchiefs (endless rambles) and rings (fic ideas) #merlin realizing that people love him just for who he is and crying about it is something that can be so personal #squires of the round table #merthur #light merthur tho #knights of the round table #bbc merlin #Anonymous #ask

[fangirlingpuggle]

Okay so I saw the one ask about Red Son using a Glamor to hide his true form like photoshop and it made me want to share my own thought on Red Son's true form

How about when DBK was sealed away under the mountain Red Son realized how much his features make him look like his father, the floppy ears, horns, the tail, it's all from his father and it makes him feel even worse when he notices his mother staring at them or even sometimes makes her unable to look at him.

Red Son can no longer look himself in the mirror at a young age so he begins to think of ways to hide them, he wears more mortal type clothing to hide his tail, grows his hair long to hide his ears, and he came too close to cutting away his horns until he found out he could use a glamor to hide it all.

Now he focuses on looking more like his mother, growing out his hair but he has to tie it up because the heat of his skin and corse hair (another thing from his father) on his neck becomes uncomfortable, and wearing more extravagant clothing though as he gets older his wardrobe becomes suited for manual labor in his garage.

Flash forward to releasing DBK who sees his son now looking nothing like him and he takes that personally, he feels unwelcomed by Red Son which in this headcanon can be used to explain why DBK acts cold towards Red Son in season 1. Of course DBK and PIF are a power couple so soon enough PIF realizes DBK's behavior towards their son and she explains how it happed after he was trapped, that she didn't know what to do because her grief got in the way and once she was able to address Red Son's choices she relized this was how Red Son coped with the loss of his father and now that she was able to emotionally connect with Red Son on a stronger level PIF didn't want to dig up old scars that Red Son found a way to heal.

Now neither of them know how to talk to their son about this, DBK has been out of the game for centuries, he missed out learning who Red Son is and PIF has grown accustom to letting herself and Red Son bottle up their emotions.

And omg I have to stop here or else I will write you an entire book cause I almost derailed into the inner workings of the Bull family.

Anyways, hope you'll like this and are able to add your own thoughts on it

<3

YES!! AGH MY HEART!

SWK talking to Mei and MK about the journey and Red Boy and him asking why the kid doesn’t have his horns anymore.

Cue Mei and MK being like 'wait HORNS?' both of them crashing into him asking questions with starry eyes and Red freaking the fuck out because 'No, no can't show those it'll just upset mother it'll just upset him seeing those features in the mirror of his father whose gone and'

Him having a total panic attack, Mei and MK freaking out and calming Red down and when he tries to bottle it up again they're like NO NOPE.

Them getting the truth out of him and then'...but your dads free now why not start not using the glamor?'

Red not wanting to drop it...at least around his parents but... when he's with Mei and MK him slowly starting to show his horns and ears and tail (MK and Mei reaction every time are 'THIS IS SO CUTE IT'S NOT FAIR AGH')

Eventually Mei and MK are hanging out with Red and his glamor’s down because he's just used to dropping it around them when his parents walk in and just... all of them freeze, Red is internally screaming and about to use the glamor and apologise but... DBK and PIF just runs up and hugs him before he can finish.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk red son #lmk demon bull king #lmk princess iron fan #demon bull family #also chimerashipping #chimerashipping