#hold on let me add some more silly tags

[ultravioletness]

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)

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[writers-potion]

Don't Fear Criticism

Creating homosexual characters can feel like planting an active grenade in the middle of your story. You start to fear bad reception of your work - even before you start!

But really, there is no need to worry. The fact that you're concerned only proves that you care.

You probably won't get it the first time.

You probably will get some criticism.

Only remember that it's perfectly normal to make mistakes. After you punch out your draft, have beta readers who are part of the community and incorporate their feedback.

No Diversity Shopping

Yes, diversity is important, but it's no checklist where you need to list all possible sexual orientations and have at least one character for each.

First of all, it would be quite impossible.

Second, that is likely to make all of them underdeveloped and stereotypical.

Check if you really need the character in your plot.

If they turn out to be homosexual, let them run their own course and shape their path. If your story's theme is related to the character's sexuality, think about the message you want to convey.

Quality over quantity, always.

Go Beyond Sexuality

Your characters exist, and they happen to be homosexual, not the other way around. This doesn't mean that it won't be an important, or that you should downplay their sexuality.

Strike a balance by showing readers their hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes, relationships with their family and friends, etc. The more holistic they are, readers are going to be convinced that you have an actual character, not a scarecrow holding up the #diversity tag.

How do their sexuality play into their broader narrative?

Develop a Backstory

Every homosexual character must have thought about their orientation and identity, with a process of how they came to recognize their sexuality.

Whether you're character is a confused teenage girl, or a middle-aged gentleman with a stable relationship, think about what brought them here.

Backstories don't have to be tragic. They can have supportive parents and find escapism in online communities who accept them for who they are.

There isn't just one "gay life". Get creative.

Normalization is Important

Sometimes, your story world will not accept homosexual people as normal. That's okay!

However, there is a difference between other character treating them unfairly and you as an author normalizing homophobia in your narrative.

Word choice and tone would play a key role.

When a likeable character is homophobic, avoid normalizing it by making it a flaw. Show that your conservative medieval village is narrow-minded when they treat them as outcasts.

Homophobes may not necessarily be the evil guys.

It's enough to state (clearly) that it's wrong.

Make Use of Tropes

Stereotypes aren't just an issue with gay characters, but when used successfully, have created wonderful retellings and spinoffs that are refreshing.

You can purposefully overplay stereotypes to show how silly they are. Deconstructing stereotypes can add humor to your narrative.

You can also use them to explore the expectations that readers have for those kinds of characters. The Gay Best Friend might be a trope, but you can get them to go deeper than the typical sidekick to realize their true potential as a cast member.

Religion and Homosexuality

In the real world, religion and homosexuality are often presented on far opposites of politics, and that makes me sad. Homosexual characters are free to be religious, find peace, support and mindfulness through any religion of their choice.

Vise versa, deeply religious characters can have wonderful relationships with homosexual characters.

It all comes down to how your characters interpret religion and homosexuality in light of those religious values. Though I'm an atheist, I believe all religions have the ability to embrace diversity at their core.

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[misc-obeyme]

So uh... I couldn't stop thinking about this post because apparently many of us would like to be scolded by Barbatos. But a special thank you to @vinsmouke for adding a tag about him taking off his gloves slowly because my Barbatos obsession took hold of my silly little brain and refused to let go.

I don't know what this even is, I'm sorry, it seems I'm just very thirsty today and there is something about this scenario that inspired this. Listen, I don't question inspiration, I just let it take me where it will.

Barbatos x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, I tried to keep it gender neutral. I consider this to be an established relationship situation where consent has already been given.

Warnings: fingering, MC's wrists are restrained, Barbatos in demon form, I feel like there probably needs to be more here please let me know if I should add something

You sat on your chair and tried not to squirm. Barbatos was standing before you, a deceptive smile on his face. You knew what that smile meant. You had bratted too close to the sun.

You had been enjoying some tea and pastries at the Demon Lord's Castle one minute and found yourself in this tense situation the next. You couldn't deny that it was your own fault.

“Do you believe your behavior is appropriate, MC?” Barbatos asked, smile still in place.

"I-" you started to protest but he interrupted you.

“Please do not attempt to excuse it,” he said. You sat back in your chair, watching as he began to slowly pull his fingers out of his glove, one by one. “We have spoken about your bad behavior before. I decided on leniency then, but it is clear to me that I made an error in judgment. If you cannot conduct yourself properly…”

You swallowed as you watched him. He wasn’t looking at you, his attention fully on the methodical and deliberate way he was removing his gloves. You couldn’t look away, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you considered what may be coming next.

“…it is my responsibility to correct you,” Barbatos said, his eyes finally meeting yours as he placed his gloves on the table.

He was still smiling but the look in his eyes made you wiggle slightly in your seat. He circled around to stand behind you, letting the anticipation build up for several long moments while you waited.

And then you felt his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth obediently. He didn’t need to tell you what to do - you closed your mouth around them and sucked.

His other hand loosened the waistband of your RAD uniform before sliding past it, his fingertips teasing along the heat between your legs. You sighed around the fingers in your mouth as he coated the tips of the other fingers in your slick.

Barbatos tutted gently in your ear. “Aroused so easily by being scolded? I may begin to think you get into trouble on purpose.”

It was a good thing you couldn’t talk, since you were sure he would see right through any lie you tried to tell about how you would never do such a thing.

You had been trying to stay still, keeping your hands beside you. But as Barbatos’s fingers began to stimulate you, you found it more and more difficult. You reached out to grasp both of his wrists desperately, moaning at the feeling of his touch.

It wasn’t long before your hands were pulled away from him, your grip broken as they were tugged behind the back of your chair. You could tell from the cool sensation now around your wrists that they were being held back by his tail.

You knew Barbatos was in demon form behind you, restraining you while he edged you, his fingers in your mouth. It caused a thrill to spike through your body, even though you couldn't see him.

It was an effort not to bite down on him and he knew it, pushing you as far as he could, waiting to see if you would lose control. His fingers moved expertly between your legs, teasing you before increasing the sensation, bringing you so close to your climax and then retreating again, but never fully letting up.

The longer this went on, the more you started to squirm until you were writhing on your chair. You strained against the tail that held your wrists, gasping against the fingers in your mouth.

Barbatos took his fingers out of your mouth abruptly and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging.

“Barbatos, please…!” you cried, body arching back against the chair.

Barbatos’s other hand went still beneath your clothes. “MC. Must I remind you this is a punishment?”

You let your head fall back on top of the chair and suddenly you could see his face. The teasing gleam in his eyes, the black of his horns nestled among the green of his hair, the longer bright teal edges tickling your cheek as he leaned forward just a little.

"Please…" you said again, knowing you were flushed with heat, that your desperation was plain on your face.

Barbatos was smiling still, but it was an amused smile rather than a dangerous one. "Your begging is sweet, my love, but it will do you no favors now. Be good and I will reward you later."

You whined as he pulled away from you. His tail released your wrists as he shifted out of demon form. You watched as he used a napkin to clean himself of you before putting his gloves back on.

Although you found yourself feeling slightly frustrated, you also knew that Barbatos was always true to his word. You could tell just from looking at his face that he fully intended to reward you later. The promise of it was enough to give you the strength to wait just a little longer.

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[shuamorollss]

Wishing we were more than friends — sim jaeyun x fem!reader

Going home with friends you easily get along with are fun, what isn't fun is to linger feelings for one of them. Already in a course to move on from your silly feelings... you would never expect that very friend you're trying to move on from, starts to develop feelings for you back.

romance, angst, friends2lovers, Italicized parts means flashbacks warnings— Jake kinda gives reader mixed signals, tension but idk if this should still be a warning lol, pls tell me if i should add more! 6.9k wc + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

author's notes— Thank you to my lovelies @haerinz and @luvistqrzzz for proofreading I love u both sm!! I wouldn't hv made this fic better without y'all's help <3 this is kinda inspired by some events that happened to me irl! it was cute to reminisce these memories so I wrote them down here HAHAHAHAHA

perm tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon

After school rolled by fast. The next thing you knew, you were walking home with Seeun, Tsuki, Sunghoon, and Jake.

You all lived in the same neighborhood, hence why you all have stuck together in order to get home safely, due to your hometown being a bit too far away to where you all go to school.

Adding to that, all of you are different people. Different tastes, different years, different cliques in school, yet all of you get along so well when united. Honestly, you absolutely cherish this bond and you never want this friendship with them to fade.

You have a good relationship with all of them, although you have one of a rocky road with Jake.

He was quiet, he never talks as much, and when he does, he only talks to Sunghoon.

You've had a conversation with him from time to time, it was rare due to the fact you had lingering feelings for the man, and that feeling caused you to be vulnerable whenever he's near, which affected your demeanor around him.

Only Seeun knew your admiration for Jake, and she never told a soul, thankfully.

This feeling of yours lasted for a while, until you promised to yourself (and to Seeun) that by the end of that very year, you'll be moving on from your romantic feelings for him.

And that's what exactly happened.

New years rolled around, and so was back to school sessions. Nowadays, you are able to talk to Jake normally unlike before. You were extremely proud of this development, considering you were head over heels for him nonstop for the past 4 months… You saw sides of Jake you wished you saw sooner. He was a funny guy, typically quiet at best, though when he speaks, he'll tell the craziest stories that'll get you hooked.

Even with the improvements on your friendship with Jake and the feeling of butterflies never seems to be present anymore.

Jake eventually found out about your past feelings for him though.

During a silly game of truth or dare.

"Alright! Who's next!" Sunghoon sneered, holding the bottle on the ground as he spun the bottle.

Everyone decided to come by to your house to cook and watch movies, though after the watch, they all decided to stay and have more fun. Thus, right at this moment, you all were playing the very harmless truth or dare game.

Everyone formed a circle, some of them hastily drumming on their thighs as they intensely waited for the bottle to land on someone.

As the bottle slows down, they all teased Sunghoon, who was beside you, and had the bottle almost landing on him. The intensity of the bottle moving at a snail's pace infuriates Sunghoon, cussing their teases off. Until he lets out a triumphant yell as the Bottle stops to you.

"Please thank you! Thank you bottle." Sunghoon teared up, as if he just won an academy award.

"So Y/N," Seeun started, and your heartbeat quickened, already expecting the question that would be asked.

It's Seeun, she knows your darkest secrets, you were so sure she'll step on the opportunity to ask about… Jake.

Seeun paused, her eyes widened to your direction.

"Just to make sure, is it okay if I get personal?" Seeun asked calmly, and you knew that she was definitely, totally, going to ask about what you expect her to ask about.

"Of course, I'll answer anything honestly, I swear." You retorted, giving Seeun a warm smile as everyone in the circle started breathing out deep 'ooh's as if you had just said something vile.

"Did you like anyone in our circle, and if you did, Who was it?" Seeun cheekily smiled

Truthfully, you were indeed confident in answering any questions even if it's personal. Maybe this might also be the time to finally confess your faded feelings to Jake, since you seemed to notice now that you were way too obvious back then, therefore Jake's reaction might not be so surprised by the time you mention his name in your answer, moreso, it would be a neutral reaction as if he expected it in the first place.

You ponder for a moment, looking at your friends in the circle intently, though your eyes stay at Jake for a few seconds, then back to Seeun.

"Yeah, I did like someone," The tone of your voice was assured, which made some of them let out another segment of 'ooh's and 'oh's, and some of them just widening their eyes, including Jake.

You sigh idly, "It was Jake…"

That name alone caused everyone to freak out, all the eyes and attention transferring to the man across you.

You didn't want them to take the wrong Idea, especially Jake, so you stood up in order to plead your case.

"To be clear, I USED to like you okay! I don't like you anymore." You reconfirm, Jake only nodded with a wide smile, and that was enough for you to calm yourself down as everyone else were still freaking out.

Jake shared his thoughts and reaction to your confession, and rest assured to you that he didn't feel the same for you ever, and that was enough for you to hear since this had encouraged your romantic feelings for him to dissolve completely, seeing him more in a platonic light.

After that silly confession of truth you had answered, said again, your friendship with Jake grew. Finally teasing and joking with him without having your heart flipping out by the mere sight of him, and of course, telling him stories.

You were content with that type of bond, and you were glad you were as equally close to all of them now, especially Jake.

That is…

until you two weren't.

Again.

5 months have passed since that truth or dare game, the normal still continued. You all usually go home together after school and when hungry the five of you always go to the mall and eat there instead.

Though during those days, you began developing a crush on a new guy, just a cute barista you knew at a local café. Joking about having slight interest in him to your friends was funny and tolerable, until it became a normal delusion for you to see him in that kind of light.

Those were also the days Jake started being distant to you, as if the old days relieved itself once again.

You had no idea why, but since you were too preoccupied with your new crush, you didn't think much of it.

A month later has passed, you completely had gotten over that barista crush you had, and now you were already studying for your final exams, though your mind was clouded with Jake.

You curse at your conscience. Scolding yourself saying that you're already over him way too long ago, and that you were so sure that his feelings never involved ever liking you back ever, even once.

So why…

Why did that night happen?

"Wow, Y/N," Jake speaks out softly, his eyes sparkling at the sight of your prom attire.

"Is it bad? I didn't have time to do my hair so I just went with this really lazy Elsa hairdo—"

"You're beautiful." He grins from ear to ear, in which you subconsciously mirror his expression. The silence was too loud for the air between the both of you. You were unable to move, as well as your eyes that didn't seem to look elsewhere other than his eyes.

He looked dashing with his tux, and you couldn't get yourself to tell it to him.

You didn't need to, Jake already knew just by the looks of you staring at him, there was no need for him to even ask.

He took a step forward and reluctantly, yet gently offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance… With you?"

You took a few seconds to answer, darting your gazes to his visage and down to his idly shaking hand in front of you.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on his, and that was enough for Jake to know that you wanted it. You wanted to dance with him.

You walk with him to the dance floor, your eyes never leaving his figure, even when you two have already started to dance.

The way his hands were placed on your waist left you with a burning mark on your cheeks, most likely your whole body. Everything in your body felt like numbing out just by the bare of his hands. Your hands nervously snakes up to the back of his neck, and the stars in your eyes only showed up when the man was in view.

There was only silence between you, and it's not the silence you fear anymore. It was more of a silence you two were fond of. The sole fact that you two have never been this close before, and this dance being the very first time you get to feel Jake up close as this, made you feel warm and comfortable. The same thing goes for Jake.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, he never wanted to anyway. All he could see is you and only you, and that's what made the atmosphere in your little couple bubble perfectly complacent.

"So…" Jake whispered, breaking the silence between you and him. Feet continues to dance through the rhythm

"So…?" You repeated, raising a brow confusingly.

"About the barista… Are you perhaps… over him?"

You chuckled, at the man's words. It was out of nowhere for him to ask about your past crush. You never considered this question and it didn't seem like he's curious about your feelings either… it's that this was the first ever conversation you're having with him after a few weeks of not talking.

You two still proceed to hangout due to being in the same friend group. Although, conversations were never present between you and Jake.

So him having these as his first words to you left you stunned, however you are not about to show him that. Given that you already stated that you have moved on from him… right?

"I'm very much over him. Why do you ask?" You tilt your head slightly due to curiosity.

"Good." He flashed a grin, staying silent after, realizing that he completely ignored your question.

You didn't want to keep asking and get him mildly annoyed, so you only stayed quiet.

Just how Jake wanted it.

The two of you continued to dance, it has been a few minutes and your feet still followed the rhythm of the song. You didn't seem to want to let go of him just yet, and so did he.

Jake was intoxicated by the smell of your perfume, inhaling then following that sweet aroma coming from your neck, as if he was attracted to it, leading him to lean his head on your shoulder.

Jake's eyes were closed, feeling the moment, as he squeezed your waist tighter, causing your body to feel against his.

You seem to lose control over your body. You felt like plopping down like a blob any minute. Despite that feeling, all it could do was just follow the steps to the rhythm of Jake's feet. Your eyes only stayed widened the whole time, feeling the warmth of his skin touching your bare shoulder was something you couldn't bear. You wanted to break down right at the moment, your heart was palpitating for the reason of your position right now.

"I'm glad." Were the very words Jake had said before his lip placed a peck at the side of your neck, letting out a faint gasp as that contact alone completely freezes your entire body. Jake stands back after, his eyes centered to his hand that was tenderly sliding down your arm and onto your hand.

"Let's go?"

You look at him and nod slowly as he holds your hand. following Jake out of the dance floor, guiding you back to your table and leaving you once he had finally taken you to your seat.

Then he never came back for you for the rest of the event.

You felt breathless, you were in a complete daze while reminiscing that thought. Leaving you frustrated for the reason of losing focus of your current studies.

"How else can I focus if all I could think about is Jake, Jake, and Jake?! " You groaned. Ranting endlessly to yourself, slumping your body on the soft mattress of your bed, completely surrendering your studies and promising yourself to continue tomorrow instead, by the time you get home.

You were babbling to the air for a good minute until your phone started to ring. Immediately picking it up to see Seeun's name calling.

"Hey? What's up?" You started.

"Sorry to keep this phone call short Y/N, but I'll text you more of the deets after. I'm not gonna go to school tomorrow because of an emergency and I was wondering if I could give you all my homework requirements tomorrow before you go to school? Just give it to Sheon please… Sorry for the bother I really am." Seeun stated, sounding petrified.

You quickly obliged to her simple favor thinking her situation must be grave since Seeun wasn't the one to skip classes whenever she pleases, so after the phone call, Seeun texted you once more of the details of her situation and why she couldn't come to school the next day.

School period ended early due to the heavy pour of the weather. Although even with the beneficial period cutoff, you didn't bring an umbrella. Only hoping that one of your friends has a spare, or could share with you.

You waited under a tree beside the gate of your school. now you're only waiting for the rest of the gang to come by… Though only one came.

"Let's go." Jake opened the umbrella, tilting his head in a direction where you all normally headed.

"Huh? Aren't we gonna wait for the rest?" You asked confusingly, looking back to the school in case you'd spot either Tsuki or Hoon.

"Sunghoon went home early due to an emergency, Tsuki just didn't go to school, and Seeun texted me saying to pass her excuse letter to her adviser… They didn't tell you?" Jake's perplexed expression intimidated you, you only knew Seeun's case although not the rest, so you only shrugged as a response and not by words.

So you'll be walking home with Jake… only. Just the two of you, in one umbrella.

Jake notices you being empty umbrella-handed, and so he walks closer to have you jumping in it with him.

"Come on, let's just share." He offered, in which you immediately accepted. You know he was Jake, though you were desperate to at least be kilometers far from school

A few walks far away from school, the two of you haven't said a word to each other. The awkward air you felt suffocated the most is present, and your muddled thoughts and memories, especially the time with him at the prom, didn't help you regain the confidence to break such an air… Though you had the gut feeling you had to at least talk to him, now that you're this close once again, reminding you of the distance you two had during the prom.

You winced at that memory, causing the other to look at you discerned.

"Is everything okay?" He asked timidly, stopping his tracks as his eyes focused on your disgusted expression.

"I-I'm fine, I just… remembered something super embarrassing." You reasoned, not wanting to tell him what really overcame in your head.

Jake slid it off and continued walking, it was another long series of silence between you and Jake once again.

You swore 2 months ago you were just nudging his arms because of his jokes… Why would you both feel this awkward and have your friendship with him regress after it was doing so well.

The next thing you knew, you two were already in your neighborhood, a few more walks until Jake reached his home, and then yours.

You thought to yourself that Jake would go home then pass you the umbrella instead, however to your surprise, Jake walked past the gate of his home which left you with questions.

"Are you walking me home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought you were gonna stop by your house and give me your umbrella instead, since my home is still a few more walks from yours."

"It's raining hard, you shouldn't be out here on your own—"

As he was about to end his sentence, a loud thunder struck and white lightning flashed the sky, causing you to shriek, holding the umbrella to cover you well from the pouring rain.

"Oh my god.." You muttered, Tightening the grip of the umbrella handle that Jake was also holding.

"Oh god— I'm sorry, let's get home fast please." You yell out in fear, your heart rapidly beating as if another flash of lightning and shriek of thunder was about to come by in a few seconds. Your fearful grip on the umbrella still stayed, as you started walking at a fast pace that Jake immediately catched up on, which goes on until you both have reached your home.

You both stood at the front of your porch for a short minute, you had no idea why Jake stopped his tracks, you only stopped for the reason that he stopped first.

and so without having much patience, you recklessly hopped on to the porch, partially getting yourself wet, even if your hand was still at the contact of Jake's umbrella handle. Before you moved completely to avoid getting more drenched from the rain, you felt another hand gently placed on top of yours.

Yet again— another series of silence as you two stare at each other's eyes. Jake slowly makes his steps onto your porch. The contact on the umbrella didn't seem to break, as the two of you transferred your gazes to where your hands were placed. You didn't want to let go, yet deep down, you were scared, your head was spinning to nowhere as his hand never let go of yours.

You began to conflict with yourself, your eyes slowly transitioning to a horrified state. A feeling you don't understand— a feeling so puzzling you don't even dare to question, having this whole ordeal with Jake is as just as confusing as your current, incoming, outburst.

"What… is wrong with you?" You let out, eyes welled up, and Jake only stared at your rapid change in demeanor. Your hand intensely retracts the hold on the umbrella as Jake's fingers automatically close the umbrella.

"Y-You're completely all over the place?" Your breath hitched, then facing behind from his view, your hands shrieked due to the heat building up your anger, than more so being it from the cold temperature of the rainy weather.

"I don't know… back then you were so fun to be with but now you have become so distant. I have no idea on how— or what happened that made you like that. I don't know if I did anything wrong or that made you feel uncomfortable in a way because If I did something— anything… I'm so sorry." You ranted, catching your breath as your eyes blazed onto the other, who remained quiet, drooping his eyes down to the wooden floor, unable to respond back.

"But… That one night, that one prom night…" You paused. Jake's head rises as he hears those very words from your tongue.

"You know damn well what I was talking about, do you?"

Jake's unresponsiveness didn't help calming down your systems. Instead, it made you more infuriated.

After a few seconds of silence, waiting for something, at least anything from the man, there was none.

You inhale the cold breeze from the continuous pouring rain just in front of you, as your hands subconsciously brush your hair messily in an infuriating manner. "I don't know what your intentions were that night. The way you asked me about that barista, Yeonjun? If I got over him… and that kiss— the way you kissed my neck? How?!— do you normally just do that to other girls…? 'Cause Jake I've been hanging out with you for the entirety of this school year and I've never seen you do anything like that,"

"Or maybe that truth or dare game? A lot changed after that game, after I confessed my old feelings for you. What did I do?— What happened to you? I assured you they were old feelings but a few months after that you started giving me signals, probably old me would've fan out to be honest... Were you just trying to relive my old feelings for you? Is it because you wanted my feelings to just stay attracted to you? Is that it? Because you are absolutely sick for that Sim Jaeyun… You don't know how vulnerable and conflicted I became when you started to change. I can't even grasp the situation or If I'm saying anything right because— I… don't understand you. One day you'll be quiet and wouldn't even say a single word to me, and then go I'm glad you moved on from mister barista and then leave me by the side and never come back? What was that? " Your voice echoed through the open porch. your words could easily be overlayed by the hard rain in the background yet they were loud enough for the man to comprehend. Every emphasis of the words and events you mention brings Jake back to his mind and recalls those memories that ever happened.

"I'm sorry." Finally a word from him, yet not something you had ever hoped for him to say.

Your comprehension of his response was him apologizing for doing any of the things you have just said. Cracking a part of your heart at the indirect confirmation of the man's intentions.

"I'm sorry..? You're sorry? Sorry?! "

"You're so fucking… fuck— selfish for that! You're nothing but a selfish freak who doesn't— who never thinks about others feelings. Only doing it for their own satisfaction and—"

"You don't know how vulnerable I am at the mere sight of you, Y/N."

You stopped mid sentence, stunned as your eyes darted to his standing figure. You take a few steps towards him, as if you wanted to hear his statement more clearly by the loud thundering climate.

It was at this moment that you realized that the following small thunders and big flashes of lightning didn't seem to startle you. All your focus only went to exposing your wholehearted antipathy to the other.

Jake's breath hitched the same as yours earlier on, it's like it was his turn to let out his jumbled feelings to you.

"There were no spare days where you didn't flood my thoughts. Day and night, Y/N, you were always present and I had no plan on stopping that infestation."

His dark eyes pierced through you, feeling the rush of the heavy wind kiss through your figure.

Despite his confession, you did not give the same treatment to how he was when you were on your outburst.

"Then why? Why would you do all that?"

"Because you told me, well— told us before that you stopped liking me by the time new years rolled around."

"You remembered the new years part?"

"Very much, yes,"

"Look, I didn't know my feelings would come to this. You were a fun friend, you were a great company, although I couldn't bear myself to be so near you after a few months."

"Why?" You whispered, eye furrowed at the confessions of the other.

"I always think that I might do something I'll regret." He takes a few steps backwards, the air between the both of you feeling as soothing as it was just suffocating and intense before.

"Like what?" You take a few steps forward, the same amount of steps Jake took.

"Y/N… stop" He took a few more steps backwards, rebuffing your ways on pushing him to answer your question.

You stepped closer and closer, and now too close to Jake, repeating the same question in an attempt to pressure him into bursting out his answer due to the stress and the annoyances of your nagging.

It was only a matter of time before Jake gave in, biting his lips in frustration as he felt his head heat up so close to combustion.

"goddammit Y/N." He aggressively grabs the collar of your blouse and proceeds to pull you 3 inches close to his face.

You swore you felt your heartbeat stop for a brief moment at the sudden contact of his nose onto yours. The way you felt his breath fanning over your lips, sensing the tense air he had been inhaling since he had stepped a foot on your porch.

It was only a matter of movement to have your lips connect yet Jake resisted the urge, releasing his grip from your blouse, causing you to limp backwards.

Your gaze at Jake with a baffled look, processing the thing that just happened.

It was hard to convince yourself that whatever that was, actually happened.

It was real, you felt it, everything.

There was silence. It felt like a wall being compressed and will mush the both of you into some sort of unrelenting concoction. Jake was too stunned about his own actions, turning around to storm off at the scene and probably forget that this ever happened.

As he took a few steps off the porch, you realized that you had enough with the distance, you felt so far away with Jake always running away all the time. Your mind was everywhere, especially the feeling of his face as similar as that again. You were desperate to know how he really felt for you, and you couldn't just let him walk away and watch again as his figure dissipated into the heavy pouring rain.

"Jake." You utter as you grip on his arm, spinning him around to face you as your hands snake up onto the back of his neck, tip toeing to reach the height of his lips, yet it was no reach. Even with what you had just done, you weren't about to kiss him anyway, you wanted to see how he'd react with your sudden motion.

It was only a matter of seconds until Jake attacked his lips on yours. It was an aggressive contact at first, sensing the desperation of his lips yet contrasting from his hands that carefully held your face as if it was glass.

You'd be lying if you said weren't desperate for it either, you had craved this type of contact ever since prom, it was only regretful to ever admit it personally. But now that you're fulfilling your most secret desire, most likely that this would be the time to embrace it.

God, you want him so bad.

Too bad.

The both of you lost the sense of surroundings, as you carelessly pushed him to the ramp of your porch as your lips were still intact. Leaving a quick gasp from Jake's end due to the startling feeling from the cold contact of his body.

The sudden hum coming from Jake's voice seized you to let go yet Jake didn't want your lips to part from his. Even with the force of his hands holding your face to him for much longer, he eventually gave in. Hands loosen the hold on your cheeks. You tensely took a few steps backwards as you started panting, your chest pumping in and out with Jake in unison, catching both of your remaining breaths and remaining comprehension from that predicament.

Your eyes pierced through Jake's gaze, your breathing is shaky, same goes for your hands… your body's frozen in place, all of these yet the reason does not ivolve the the cold temperature of the weather.

None of you exchanged any words. Instead, it was quiet, yet again, the area only filled with the small and loud droplets of the rain… It's merely raining anymore, as you only focus on him, hear him, and feel him.

Nothing makes sense at this moment. Honestly, you wanted to reach your senses to sense yet things just felt too out of the ordinary.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Jake came through. Rushing for your comfort. Although you ran back with the presence of terror, opening your front door and slamming the door in front of him at the nick of time. You were speechless per say, you couldn't describe words, you couldn't speak out your thoughts. The sudden walk out suddenly sent Jake into a shock of panic.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, please— I didn't mean to—"

He proceeds to passively knock on your door repeatedly. He whispered a curse to himself as to resent the contact you two had shared. Biting his lips in pure regret at the mere memory a few minutes ago.

"Y/N please." The knocks still kept coming through.

You only stood against the door, paralleled from the man on the other side. You had no idea what course of action you were going to take. You were furious about the distance he kept himself from earlier, and then suddenly it was all gone because of a kiss. Yet here you are, setting up walls to him.

You didn't want any more walls or distance to grow, you wanted him to be forward to you and he'll do so.

Now, it's your turn to talk, before regret suffices.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I really am—"

"Jake," Your voice muffled against the door, which Jake had heard, immediately backing away at the click of the doorknob.

You twist the knob and pull it to see a distressed Jake in front of you. His doleful eyes locked onto your figure, waiting for you to tell him something, anything.

"I'm not… mad at you." you muttered.

Jake stood quiet as his look at you stayed bewildered.

"I was just startled… I didn't know what to do— or what to say." You plead, your eyes are red as it remains glistened.

No words came out from Jake, possibly dumbfounded by your response.

"When did you realize you liked me, by the way?" You asked out of nowhere, attempting to tone down the tension in your system from earlier.

"When you started talking about that barista more… and it's 'like'… without the D." He admitted it extremely easily, causing you to subconsciously let out a short chuckle unexpectedly at his last words.

"What?" Jake's brows furrowed at your uncalled reaction, his smile perking up at the sight of you smiling at him.

"You just said that so straightforwardly, it… it kinda caught me off guard."

"There's no point in getting nervous around you again, kissing you was my last straw."

"Oh, so you finally loosened your walls? "

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

The both of you shared the same laughter. Eyes showing genuine feelings of forgiveness. There was no need of words to let the both of you be reminded of anything, yet it still felt guilting.

"What if you become distant to me again?" you voiced your concern, the faint smile you had dropping almost at an instant at the thought of that question.

"I won't," The man only took deep breaths as he slowly took a few steps forward, stepping foot in your home. The tense air that compressed between yours and Jake made you shiver, it felt ticklish, although you concealed the feeling as you didn't want this distance to part with you.

"I like you, and even more than that,"

From his aggressive grip behind your head earlier to a much more gentle approach as he slowly wraps you in for a hug, chin laying softly on top of your head, and his hand transferring to the back of your hair, patting gently purely because he wanted you against him, he wanted to be the one to calm you down from his mistakes. His eyes in pure concern as if he had done so much unspeakable pain.

You, on the other hand, were extremely glad at his sudden action, feeling too content within his embrace. It was at this moment that you knew that you indeed love him too dearly, and you only hope for him to reciprocate these feelings similar to yours.

"And I'm grateful for myself to even say this so boldly to you, even if it meant breaking your heart."

It only startled you once more when the man had continued his words after a minute of pausing. The words coming out from lips breezed against your ear, making you hear the mumbled words almost clearly.

You sneered at his response, causing the man to change his expressions to mild uncertainty.

"Silly, you didn't break my heart… Well, kinda."

"I'll make up for it?" He offered, the warmth of his breath getting through to your scalp caused your body to briefly shiver at the feeling.

"How so?" You asked cheekily, transferring your gaze up to the toned down storm.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up?"

You stayed silent at his invitation, the other not having a quick peek of your reaction which led him to assume the worst due to your unresponsiveness.

"Or not… I'm sorry. Am I going too fast?"

With this realization, he parts his hand from your hair as he pushes himself from you unhurriedly.

Alternatively you quickly pull both of his arms back to your clingy embrace.

"No you're not. I just like being in this position with you right now," You muffled against his jacket, now having your warm breath fanning over the fabric of his cloth sent heat up to his cheeks, bringing his hand back to where it was before.

"Let's talk about dates another time… Let's focus about what everything is right now."

the clasp between one another was definitely at its high. It's something you don't seem to want to let go of, as if you're addicted. Now that you felt him like this more closer than before, you wanted this to go on eternally. Now that he's with you probably having the same exact feelings, you're not scared anymore. Not the distance, not the words, not his presence.

All of those became a comfort, and honestly, this was too good to be true.

As you drown yourself in your own dreamy thoughts, Jake's head transfers to the side of your head, tracing you out of a segment of your endless realizations, shivering you in the process due to the ticklish interval.

"How about you Y/N? Do you like me?" He questions.

You remembered daydreaming this moment every night during so many months back, that era of you hoping that someday it'll happen.

and every night you always reply and say the same words in the same scenario.

"I do, and more than just… like. I am insanely in love with you."

With just that, it had sent a critical hit on Jake's beating heart. He couldn't believe that you were still up to loving him again after all that he made her feel. Yet here you are, giving him a chance.

It still left a pinch of guilt within Jake for the reason of what he did to you that initiated your outburst of emotions from earlier. He was stunned to see that side of you and he wanted to never witness that side of you, ever.

It was at this moment that Jake would promise himself that he'd take care of you for the rest of his life, and that he wouldn't spare a single mistake of his to have you return to the feeling of heavy sorrow because of him again.

EXTRA:

"Where's Jake and Y/N?" Seeun asked worriedly. Standing beside the gate alongside Tsuki and Sunghoon as they watch crowds of students walk past the gate. Only waiting for their remaining friends to have their respective classes to be dismissed, yet it has been almost 30 minutes since they've been waiting and anxiety crawls up on their systems.

"I don't know? What if they didn't go to school today?" Tsuki responds, darting her eyes left to right inspecting as if both of you might be a part in the sea of students.

"If they didn't go to school, they would have told us." Seeun grumbled, tip-toeing as if she could spot you or the man anytime soon.

"Oh— Oh! Hey!—" Sunghoon halted one of the students who they knew to be your classmate. "Uhm, question, did Y/N go to school today?" Sunghoon asked, the student paused for a moment since the sudden question had startled him. "Y-Yeah, but she went out really early… Something about waiting for her boyfriend or something. Only from what I assume though."

"Boyfriend? " All said in unison as the two girls' darted their focus to your classmate. All three gave a concerned look as their brows remained furrowed at the abrupt revelation.

Sunghoon uttered a thanks as the student continued his path, still leaving all three of them in a state of shock.

"Y/N? and… boyfriend? " Tsuki recalled, still too stunned about what your classmate had said.

"What about Jake?— Oh hey! " Seeun's demeanor switches in an instant by the sight of Jake's classmate who he always walks out the school with before meeting up with them.

Seeun asked the same thing as Sunghoon, although now related to Jake.

"Oh, he's with that Y/N girl I'm sure, since I remember seeing the same girl who's waiting there to the one who hangs a lot with you guys here."

"Well… what are they doing in— Where?! " Seeun was at the brink of freaking out yet remained her decorum.

"She was waiting outside our classroom, probs waiting for Jake… That's all I know."

Seeun now uttered a thanks to him as Jake's classmate walked away.

There was a confusing silence between the air of the three friends for a few minutes. All dumbfounded by the fact about... anything, related to you and Jake.

The stray thinking lasted until Seeun spotted you and Jake talking and laughing at each other at a distance.

All of them locking their gazes to both of you with a menacing look. Which the you and Jake had caught on immediately, only locking their gazes back until the both of you stopped in front of them.

"Let me guess…" Sunghoon started, placing his fingers on his chin as if he was speculating (the obvious).

"Girlfriend, boyfriend. Boyfriend, girlfriend." He stated as he pointed to one of you respectively.

Your eyes grew wide, startled by their assumption. "Oh What?— No no no no! We're not..." You look at the man with red tinted cheeks beside you, signalling him to not feel hurt in your next words.

However, before you could continue, Jake's hand instantly pulled your shoulder closer beside him, letting out an nervous smile from you while Jake's smile stood calm and collected.

"We're not a thing!"

"Yes we are."

"Jake!"

"We'll end up being a thing anyway so might as well think in advance."

Tsuki, Seeun, and Sunghoon all widened their eyes as they held in their screams of surprise.

"Y/N!" Seeun welled up as she shakes your arm aggressively, creating fake crying noises.

"We were just gone yesterday and suddenly you two are in a relationship the next day?!" Tsuki exclaimed.

You and Jake only let out shy giggles at their reactions. It was funny to see them at this state yet you had to tell them what really happened sooner or later.

All of you proceeded to walk out of school as the three bickered about your relationship with each other. Seeun mostly, seeing the side of you which was so down for the so-called 'boyfriend'. All of their voices mixed badly inside your little friend group bubble as they all ask the same thing yet ask them so messily.

As this was happening, Jake's hand softly landed on yours as a secret invitation to hold his, which you immediately complied. Squeezing his hand in an attempt to tease him, letting out a small "ow." from the other.

"You better tell us everything, okay?" Seeun rambled. everyone simultaneously agreeing to Seeun's words and nagging you to tell them the whole story.

Well, they'll be in for a longggg walk.

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[oleander-nin]

I’ve been playing dead by daylight lately ; and now I’m wondering how would the the general yandere rise turtles hcs react if reader made a bet with them if there beat them in DbD , the boys will let the reader go and if reader loses the reader stays with the boys forever.

A/N, not important: Sorry for the wait. Also I have no clue of what Dead by Daylight is, so I just kind of made it a general thing of any game you might play. Also I misread your ask and didn't add the losing rule. My bad, sorry. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Lying, breaking a deal/promise, isolation mention, kidnapped reader, dark themes, yandere themes, mentions of violence

Words: 2057

Summary: Headcanons of if you made a bet to be set free.

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr

Michelangelo:

He doesn’t like the idea of it. He’ll ignore your requests at first, especially if you’re not asking him straight up. If you keep pushing it, he’ll finally sit down with you and let you talk. He doesn’t like it at all, mostly because the entire point is to gain your freedom. Mikey was certain he’d made it clear you’d never leave him.

He might concede after a while. After all, you’re both just playing a game, and you must know he’s not actually letting you go, right? You’re happy with him, this has to just be some emotional thing you’re going through, and you want to win a game. He doesn’t mind indulging you in that, especially since there’s no harm in it. It’s just a game.

He doesn’t take the game very seriously when you first start playing. He’s just happy to play the game with you and try to bond. He doesn’t even make his own condition if he wins because it’s not like he’s letting you go anyways. It’s no more of a bet than calling someone a rotten egg after a race. 

If you’re losing/lost:

He ignores the devastation on your face, smiling widely at you as he shifts closer to you. He was ecstatic you were spending time with him, and you seemed so happy and serious while playing the game. It’s clear you enjoyed it, and you weren’t even fighting him while playing!

He tries to make a night out of it, quickly ordering pizza and bringing in drinks and candy as he starts to set up different games. He’ll make you happy, he swears. Just stop pouting and come play.

Mikey relies on your love, so he’ll keep playing with you until you seem to be opening up again. He’ll pull you close and kiss you after every game, trying to wear you down. If you’re trying to avoid him, or want to quit after a while, Mikey will ignore your protests and hold you close. He’s a bit upset seeing you genuinely sad that you lost. He makes a note to cook your favorite tomorrow, just to show you being with him wasn’t all that bad. I mean, if you really wanted to leave, you would have tried to run. Clearly he’s doing something right.

If you’re winning/won:

He just leans over and gives you a kiss for doing such a good job before asking if you wanted to play again. He likes seeing you so excited over winning, ignoring the fact you were happy because you thought you’d get to leave.

Gets upset when you demand he let you go, his frustration growing as you get more insistent that you deserve to leave. Mikey finally puts his foot down, harshly telling you you’re never leaving him. He’s not losing you, ever.

If you keep trying to fight him on it, he’ll just pull out your old chains and start treating you like when you first got there. No more privileges, no more opinions, no more leaving his side. You’re stuck in his room until you decide to drop your silly thought of getting away.

You really needed to learn you weren’t ever leaving him, and he’ll teach you by any means necessary.

Donatello:

When you first bring it up, he’d laugh. Why would you be serious about such a thing? Not only are you saying you want to leave him, but you also think you’d beat him at a video game. It’s absurd.

When he realizes you’re serious, he’ll consider it for a moment before agreeing. He’s a bit peeved you really want to try and ‘win’ your freedom, but he’s willing to stay calm and see how this goes. Especially since he could get something from you if you lose. He makes you swear that if you lose, you’ll start showing him more affection as a payoff. 

When you both first start playing, he’s not only determined to beat you, he wants to crush you. He’s heavily insulted by your want to play the game for something you should know you’ll never get. The only reason he agrees in the first place is because he knows this is the first time you’ve willingly played a game with him. It’s not like you actually tried to escape, only asked for it. He’d take that over you making a break for it any day.

If you’re losing/lost:

He’ll gloat the entire time. He’s mad at you, and is incredibly competitive. Those don’t exactly mix well.

If at any point you seem to be starting to gain the upper hand, he’ll subtly cheat to keep you down. He wants to end the match as soon as he can so you have less time to possibly win. 

Is so smug when he beats you, he feels the entire ordeal worth it. He doesn’t even feel like punishing you for trying to gain your freedom in the first place. He liked being able to play with you, even at the stakes.

Will absolutely expect you to uphold your end of the deal. If he tries to hug you or kiss you after and you try to push him away, he’ll remind you of the deal. He loves seeing the defeat on your face as you give into him.

If you’re winning/won:

Slowly gets more frustrated as the game goes on. He’s not worried about you leaving, he’s not letting that happen even if he ‘promised’, but he’s still salty you’re beating him.

He’ll cheat, whether by messing with your controller/person, or hacking the game and completely nerfing you. He hates losing.

If you are able to win despite his cheating, he’ll probably let his anger boil over. Not only did you ask to be granted freedom, but by the terms, you technically earned it. He’s furious and might start yelling at you, or accusing you of cheating as well. When you try to get him to keep the terms of the deal, he’ll just snap at you to shut up and will get more furious at every mention of it.

You’ll probably end up in isolation for a few days to weeks afterwards. Enjoy your freedom.

Raphael:

Raph gets incredibly frustrated the first time you ask. Why would you want to leave? You’re safe with him, and he loves you. You asking to leave like that is a bit of a punch to the gut.

He gets more clingy with you for a while, always slinging you over his shoulder when he needs to go to a different room, and holding you tighter at night. He’s afraid you’ll try and make a break for it at some point now, so he makes sure to not let you out of his sight. 

Raph doesn’t want to play the game with you at all. He doesn’t like the bet placed on it, and it just makes him angry every time you bring it up. He does eventually break down and agree to do it, but it’s mostly to get you to stop asking. At no point does he plan to let you go, no matter what he promised you.

If you’re losing/lost:

He feels a bit bad because you seem so upset, but knowing why you were so upset boils his blood. He’ll lightly tease you to get you to cheer up and let it go, hoping you’d both be able to just forget this and move past it. It was just a little game that he wasn’t taking seriously, so neither should you.

He’ll hold you close afterwards, feeling mostly relieved. You lost on your own terms, so he knew you wouldn’t try to argue with him. If you try to insist on another match, or to try a different game, he’ll just shut you down.

Tries his best to make you happy and tells you how much better it is with him. If you were gone and without his protection, you could be hurt. He tries to remind you of all the villains he’s fought and makes up recent cases and such to try and show you that being with him is better.

If you’re winning/won:

A bit bitter he lost, but just kisses your head and compliments your skills of the game. As you wait for him to let go of you, or bring you to the sewer entrance, and he does no such thing, you start to get upset.

Raph pays no mind to your whining, cursing, or demands, just hugging you close as he silently waits for you to calm down. He tries to be gentle, but gosh you were just being so awful and it’s not really his fault he squeezed you just a bit too hard.

Raph will make sure to keep a tighter grip on you for the next few months. He doesn't trust you to not try and make a break for it now. He stays within arms length of you at all times, and if he ever has to leave, he has you chained to the wall. He’s sorry about it, he swears, but you really are better off with him. One day you’ll see that, he’s sure of it.

Leonardo:

Silently furious at the request, but immediately agrees. With one caveat, of course. If you lose, you have to start acting like you love him. Be affectionate, call him pet names, stop flinching, the whole nine yards.

He’s not worried about you winning, mostly because he’d never actually set you free. Leaving him isn’t an option, not not, not ever. You’re his true love, his soulmate, and no silly bet you’ve made will change that. As far as Leo’s concerned, he’s gaining more than he’s losing from this deal. You’ll still have to hold up your end after all.

Leo has you sit in his lap while you play, mostly because he’s afraid you’d try to make a break for it after you realize he’s not letting you go. After you proposed the initial deal, he lost most trust in you. He’s not going to take any chances.

If you’re losing/lost:

Teases you relentlessly. You suggested playing for your freedom, you took the chance and even chose the game, and you couldn’t even win. Leo thought it was hilarious.

If you whine or backtalk at all, he brings up the terms of the bet while he covers your face in kisses. He’s overjoyed you lost and now have to follow your part of the deal. He’s immediately showering you in affection because he knows you can’t push him away for it.

He’s incredibly smug that he won too, almost forgetting about how angry he was about the deal in the first place. You lost, and now you have to commit to being his forever. By your own doing, you’re stuck pretending to love him until you actually do. He can’t see anything wrong with the arrangement. He’s completely ecstatic.

If you’re winning/won:

A bit peeved at first, mostly because he’s annoyed he lost. His arms grow tighter around you as he stays silent for a few moments. He can hear you clearly telling him to let go and honor his half of the bargain, but why should he? It was a stupid game, and you don’t get to leave.

As you get more erratic, he finally figures out what he wants to do. With gritted teeth, he slowly lets you go so you could leave. He tries to not get angry at the joyous look on your face as you realize he’s upholding his end.

He watches you leave the room, his eyes trained on your back as you run towards the entrance. He’s not too worried, his mind thinking through every small possibility in case his plan goes wrong. He reaches over to the side of his bed and grabs one of his katana’s, the room quickly encased in a bright glow.

Within seconds, you’re back in his lap as Leo’s face nuzzles into your neck. Leo pays no mind to your surprised and tensed form, his arms tight around you. Every angry cry and scream goes ignored while Leo holds you close.

He can’t help but smile as he reminds you that he never agreed to not hunt you back down.

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[vodika-vibes]

could I have Fives with garnet at night? maybe meets the reader at 79s and saves them from a creepy dude?? if that doesn't vibe with you, make it whatever you want xx

You're Worth It

Summary: You should have known better than to come to the club with your friends, they always ditch you after all. Luckily, a handsome clone comes to your rescue.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

Word Count: 637

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted~

You need some new friends. The friends that you’ve been running around with since you were all in diapers are not the best friends you could have asked for. By any definition of the word. 

Seeing as they ditched you as soon as they realized that they might hit it off with some of the people here.

Leaving you, all by your lonesome, to get cornered by a man who smells like a walking brewery. 

He’s so drunk, in fact, that you’re not entirely sure what he wants. His words are all slurred together into a jumbled mess of words. Though you’re pretty sure he’s hitting on you.

That, or he’s trying to sell you speeder insurance.

You hold your hands up, trying to keep him from leaning into your personal space, and it’s…not working.

You’d sell your right arm for one of your friends to notice that you’re in need of a rescue. But you can’t even see any of them.

“Ah, there you are!” A strong arm slings around your shoulders and you’re tugged into a broad chest, “Honestly, babe, you can’t just wander off like that.”

You blink, bewildered, at the man standing slightly in front of you. A clone, with a five tattooed on his forehead. He’s handsome, but then, all of the clones are, and has a rakish grin on his face.

“Sorry,” You say automatically, and his grin softens before he tosses a wink in your direction, “I got turned around.” You add.

“Totally understandable, there’s a bunch of people here.” He squeezes you a little tighter, “Excuse us, we need to get back to our table.”

The drunk man slurs something, and apparently your savior speaks drunk, because he doesn’t look the least bit confused.

“You’re very drunk, you should probably go for a walk. Get some fresh air.”

The drunk man rears his fist back as though he’s about to punch the man standing slightly in front of you. And you hazard a glance at the clone, he looks bored, and you feel a little silly for being so worried about him.

The man protecting you, moves slightly and nudges you to the side as the drunk man finally throws his punch, and ends up toppling to the floor. “Um…”

“Come on, leave him be. Someone will come and take care of him.” He ushers you away from the toppled man, and then grins at you, “Fives.”

“Beg pardon?”

“My name. It’s Fives.”

“Oh!” You hurriedly introduce yourself, and his smile widens. He really is very handsome. And apparently you’re a little more out of sorts than you thought because those very words fall from your lips.

Fives’ grin widens, “Thank you. I happen to think you’re stunning too.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t use the word stunning.”

“But you meant it though, I can tell.” Fives winks at you, and tugs you onto the dance floor, “Now, because I saved you from that awful drunk man, you should dance with me.”

“Is that right? Is this your payment?”

“Sure. But I’d do it anyway.”

You frown at him thoughtfully, even as you slide your arms around him, allow him to tug you closer, “You could have been hurt. What if he had a weapon?”

“Well, better I got hurt than you.” Fives replies with a small grin.

“No one is worth that!”

“I disagree. You clearly are.”

You’re struck silent by his sincerity, and his grin softens, “Now, let’s dance. And then, maybe, if you’re interested, we can go and get some caf?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, “...there’s a cafe not far from here that sells the tea that I prefer-” You offer hesitantly.

“Sounds like a plan to me. But first we have to dance.”

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[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I was wondering if you had any fics where Aziraphale has autism and/or Crowley has ADHD? Thank you! ^^

Hello! We have #autistic aziraphale and #crowley has ADHD tags. Here are some more to add to the collections...

Holding Hands by Asexual_Enjolras (G)

Crowley begins to worry when Aziraphale stops holding his hand quite as much as he used to and he starts to panic that he has done something wrong. This is just a silly little story where a Demon asks his Angel to hold his hand again. "And anyway, they like holding hands." - Neil Gaiman about Aziraphale and Crowley.

That Crooked Smile Again by Treestackss (G)

A minisode, if you will. 1949. Eight years since they last spoke, and the demon Crowley insists on taking Aziraphale to a local bebop club. It's stuffy, loud, and worse still, Aziraphale spends the whole evening watching a blonde girl hanging onto Crowley for dear life. Not the night out he envisioned.

Withdrawal by IneffableToreshi (T)

Crowley is just trying not to let his stupid brain destroy him. He could never expected a guardian angel to show up to help.

Be Gay Do Crimes by wyrmy (T)

In The Beginning, there was an angel ( or rather a small boy named after one) and a demon ( or rather a small boy who wasn't always well-behaved) and a walled garden.

They Don't Teach This In School by Rozavie (T)

Aziraphale has been working at Berwick Academy for a very long time, and he could never ask for anything more. Feeding young minds, sharing the beauty of the English language and the written word. He doesn't need anything else. On the first day of the new school year, the instructor meets the new science teacher Crowley, and something about him is very strange, if not eerily familiar. The two strike up a quick friendship, despite their starkly different approaches to teaching, and something a bit more might be striking up between them as well.

You now seem to belong to me by Quinn_Taeyoung (T)

Crowley, a successful criminal, and Aziraphale, an autistic literature student, never thought they would run into each other or have the chance to get to know one another. It was while walking one night that Aziraphale witnessed a shootout between two gangs of mobsters. And witnesses usually don't live long. But the police are already close, so Crowley has no choice but to take the boy with him.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #autistic aziraphale #crowley has adhd #mod d

[junkissed]

balloons & handmade cards

member — dad!junhui x f reader genre — reeeally sweet fluff word count — 700 synopsis — your son and daughter tag along with your husband at the store while he buys some last-minute gifts for mother's day. warnings — reader is called mommy, jun is called daddy notes — based on an interaction i saw at the store today that almost made me burst into tears bc it was so cute i love kids so much !! i hope all of you have a happy mother's day, whether you have someone in your life or not, i'm giving all of you big hugs 💓

"all right, kids, we're almost done here," junhui says as he stands in front of the greeting card section, a huge bouquet of flowers and a shopping basket full of groceries balanced in his arms. two toddlers run around his legs, each of them holding a balloon tied around their wrists that say "happy mother's day" and "i ♡ my mom".

he stops in front of the seasonal section, scanning the rack before picking one up and looking at the front. "did you guys finish making your cards for mommy?

"i did!" the older daughter of the two says as she jumps up and raises her hand in the air.

"so did i!" the younger boy adds. "i wrote that i love her a bazillion times infinity."

"well, i love her more than that!" the girl says, and jun has to hold back a laugh as he stands between them to separate them and stop them from fighting about who loves you the most.

"she knows you both love her very much, don't worry."

the girl jumps up and down again and points to a card at the bottom of the rack. "hey, daddy, i drew flowers on my card that look just like those!"

jun grins, reaching to pick out a different card and opening it to read the inside. "great job! i know she'll love it, sweetheart, i'm sure she can't wait to see them. when we get home make sure you hide your cards in a really safe spot so she won't find them before tomorrow."

the boy cranes his neck to stare up at the balloon waving back and forth as he tugs on the string, mesmerized by the way it moves. "daddy, why do we have to hide them?"

jun laughs and grabs an envelope from the rack. "because then it wouldn't be a surprise, silly."

"oh, right."

the girl tugs on his pant leg, and he looks down at her as he tucks his card into the basket and starts walking away from the aisle. "daddy, can i get a piece of candy?"

"we have sweets at home, honey. you can't have dessert tonight if we get candy now, and a little birdie told me that mommy has ice cream for later…"

"ice cream!" they both scream, and jun laughs, happy that his distraction worked. you probably won't be happy to have both your kids bouncing off the walls after he'd promised them ice cream for dessert, but he'd take care of them later.

"yes, ice cream. let's go pay for these quick, we have to hurry home before mommy sees what we got!"

with a squeal the two kids race off to find an open cashier, and jun follows close behind, double checking everything in his basket.

the lady at the cash register rings up everything with a friendly smile, even giving each of them a sticker with the store's logo on it.

"what do you say to her?" jun asks, and a chorus of "thank you!"s erupt from the kids before they dash out of the store, dragging him behind them.

"you guys hold on tight to your balloons, okay?" he says as they walk out the door, shrugging the bags of groceries onto his shoulder so he has both hands free to hold onto each of them. "don't let them fly away, because then we won't have any for mommy tomorrow! now, here, hold my hand while we cross the street, and look both ways first."

jun helps both of them climb into the backseat of the car and buckles their carseats before putting everything away in the trunk.

once he's sure all his passengers and cargo are secure, he slides into the driver's seat, ready to bring everyone home.

"daddy?"

he glances over his shoulder at his daughter as he buckles his seatbelt. "yeah, princess?"

she grins at him, showing off the gap in her teeth from when the tooth fairy visited last month. "i'm so excited, i love mommy so much!"

the car starts with a hum, and jun smiles. "i'm glad, honey. i love her so much, too."

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[avocado-writing]

hey! first off, i love your writing so much.

secondly, i’d love to see an aziraphale x reader x crowley fic where the reader has some mental health issues (specifically like anxiety and depression) and they’re going through a really rough time at the moment (maybe they’re just in a really bad headspace or their meds aren’t working so they’re struggling really bad) and they just get support and comfort from aziracrow. (i’m ngl this is kind of a self indulgent ask bc i’m personally going through some bad mental health stuff rn -100/10 i do not recommend). anyways, there’s no rush at all i’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort and fluff.

hope you have an amazing day!

notes: finally getting around to clearing out my requests, sorry this took so long - I was sort of avoiding it for a while because I wasn’t in a great space either. I hope you’re doing better x

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley (could be read as platonic)

cw: depression/seasonal affective disorder

rating: T

It’s difficult. 

Some days it feels like the fog won’t lift. The dark months, they always get you and it’s awful - you just want to sleep for a long time and not wake up until you know it will be better. You need to get your meds adjusted, really, but the idea of going outside and dealing with people is just a little bit sickening. 

You can’t. You just can’t. 

The lethargy that can only be brought on with melancholia plagues your every waking moment. You know that you’d forget to take care of yourself if it wasn’t for the two of them. 

God knows they’re wonderful. 

Every morning you wake up to a check-in text from Crowley, gently encouraging you to shower because they’ll be over soon. You find the effort to drag yourself to the bathroom and stand under the powerful jet for long enough that you start to zone out, only leaving the enclosure of water and steam when you hear the two of them walk into your flat. 

You never gave them the key. They manage to get in anyway. 

They bring breakfast - well, Aziraphale brings breakfast, and he eats it with you to make sure that you eat at all. That can be something that you forget. Crowley watches you over the rim of his coffee cup until he’s certain you’ve had an adequate amount, and then a miracle takes care of the washing up. 

Then they’re around you for as much or as little as you want them to be, but never more than a phone call away. 

One day you find yourself crying into your fried eggs, and the two of them look aghast. In a flash they’re by your side, holding you, a hand running up and down your back in comfort. 

“My dear, what’s the matter?” Aziraphale asks, and you can hear him snap his jaw shut quickly because well, the depression is the matter. It’s so ridiculous you end up laughing through your sobs. 

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m being silly,” you manage, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “I just… you’re so wonderful to me. I don’t deserve it.”

“None of that,” Crowley chastises you, gently, “‘course you ‘deserve it’.”

“It isn’t a burden to look after someone you care about, darling,” Aziraphale adds. 

And you can’t bring yourself to say anything more, so you just let yourself be held very tightly. 

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#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #request

[midgardian-witch]

Could i get Jake with the prompt “Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.” 🥺🥺🥺

I got you, anon! 💙

Feeling Bold

tags: friends to lovers | kissing | tiny bit angst | gn!reader

ships: Jake Lockley/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

You’ve been friends with the whole system for quite some time now. Lately though you’ve been missing one particular man of this triad. Whenever you were around only Marc or Steven were fronting and you didn’t know if that was intentional or if that’s just how it was sometimes. You were mulling over the whole thing, unsure whether to say something and potentially put your foot in your mouth or to just roll with things and not question it.

The question of whether or not Jake was avoiding being around you gnawed at you for a few weeks until you finally broke.

You were hanging out with Marc, watching a silly action flick, when you gathered enough courage to ask your question.

“Hey Marc?”

He tilts his head towards you, eyes still glued to the screen and gives you a short, affirming grunt, letting you know that you had his attention.

“Do you think Jake is avoiding me?”

Marc immediately tenses up, shoulders hard and jaw tight. He clears his throat and tries for a nonchalant tone. "Uh, why do you think he's avoiding you?"

You sigh and curl further into the couch. "Well, he hasn't been fronting for a while around me." Marc fully turns to you and panicked you add: "Don't get me wrong! I love hanging out with you and Steven. It's just. Did I do something wrong? Doesn’t he like me anymore?"

You feel silly. This is stupid. You shouldn't worry about this. Jake is an open guy, if he didn't like you he would have said so. But it's been difficult to keep those thoughts at bay lately.

You feel a hand on your cheek and as you look into the eyes of the man sitting next to you, you know something changed.

"I like you plenty. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."

The mischievous twinkle in his eyes, the sly smirk; you could never think this was anyone other than Jake in front of you. His hand against your face feels so warm and suddenly you feel flustered.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?“, you murmur.

You can feel he is thinking hard about his answer. His gaze keeps flickering between your eyes and your mouth and just with that your heart is racing.

“Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

For a moment you forget how to breathe, air caught in your lungs with no way out. You lean into his hand that is still holding the side of your face. You've never felt more bold in your life.

"Then why don't you kiss me and find out?"

His smirk turns into a grin as he leans forward. You wonder for a second if Marc and Steven are ok with this but those thoughts fly out the window as soon as his lips touch yours. Your eyes slip shut and you hum into his mouth as he kisses you like a starving man.

There would be time to talk about what this meant for you later. For now, as Jake pulls you onto his lap, deepening your kiss, you are going to enjoy having him back in your life fully.

#jake lockley #jake lockley/reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight #fran-writes

[maochira]

ERSTA

can I ask for headcanons or a drabble (whatever you prefer) for a male reader who has period cramps and his boyfriend (barou, Shidou and Reo + whoever you wanna add) try to take care of him? Bonus points if the reader is a bit dysphoric about it👉👈👉👈

Love you mwah mwah

Love you too Schatzimausi mwah mwah

Tags: trans masc!reader, established relationship, fluff, comfort

Barou

-he knows how to handle periods because he's used to it from his younger sisters, but when it comes to you he's extra careful because he doesn't want to trigger your dysphoria more than it already is by your period

-you're the only person he ever softens up for, but when you're on your period he becomes extra soft and more overprotective

-because most period tracker apps have a feminine design, Barou has one on his phone where he keeps track of it for you and he will text you if there's anything important

-because of that, he knows when your period approaches so he sends you special gender-affirming messages which you can wake up to

Shidou

-he buys one of those period cramp simulators because if you suffer he has to suffer too

-he's not used to this type of pain, so he says things like "You're much stronger than me for getting through this every month"

-he tries to comfort you by making you laugh. Mainly by making himself the victim of his jokes because he doesn't want to accidentally make a joke that goes too far

-before dating you he honestly didn't know much about periods (or cycles in general) so he did some research and also for ways to make you feel better. No advice he found online really fits him so he's doing it in his own ways (and it works!)

Reo

-he buys you everything you might need. Besides period products, he gets all your favourite snacks and some heating pads. He always buys way too much, but he wants to stock up on them just in case

-when he buys period products for you, he buys ones with packaging that looks as genderneutral as possible, or he takes them out of the packaging and puts them in a separate box on which he put silly stickers of your favourite animals and other things you like

-he treats you like a prince and will do anything in his power to make you feel better. He lets you vent and comforts you about what makes you feel dysphoric and he often reminds you that you're his prince who he will take care of

-you basically get showered in affection 24/7 and there's nothing that's gonna hold him back

#💟 maochira writes #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #shouei barou #barou shouei #barou x reader #barou x you #shouei barou x reader #shouei barou x you #ryusei shidou #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #shidou x you #ryusei shidou x reader #ryusei shidou x you #reo mikage #mikage reo #reo x reader #reo x you #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you

[bradshawsbitch]

first snow | bob floyd x f!reader

warnings: none, fluff! l-bombs. mentions of babies i guess. f!reader. no use of y/n.

description: sort of part two to first frost, but can probably be read on it's lonesome. you experience the first snowfall with bobby!

word count: 1,6K. short n sweet.

tagging some people who might like: @lt-bradshaw @hangmanapologist @theharddeck @roosterforme @sebsxphia @hangmanbrainrot

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Later that night, Bob was sat in your comfortable kitchen, leaning back in an old looking wooden chair. In his hands sat a clay cup filled to the brim with homemade hot chocolate, lots of whipped cream and mini marshmallows topping the beverage. His nose was still slightly red from your walk earlier in the frost. The temperature had surprisingly continued to drop, and the dark evening sky was covered by large grey clouds.

“This is so good, darling,” Bob murmured in your ear as he let his arm wind around your midsection, guiding you down onto his lap, his lips skimming past your exposed neck and down to your shoulder to press a lingering kiss there, his cold nose making you wiggle a little. As you squirmed, Bob chuckled softly, and the vibrations from his chest warmed you as they hit your back, making you lean more into your boyfriend's embrace. 

“Where did you get this cup, sweets? I love it,” Bob was holding the ceramic mug in one hand, twirling it slowly to inspect it more carefully. Not many people knew this about the weapons system officer, but he was quite fond of hand crafted items, and would often be found in some obscure second hand shop to find the most homey looking cups and trinkets to add to his little collections.

“Mm, my grandpa made it,” your voice was soft, your adoration for your late grandpa apparent in your voice “It’s my favourite mug, that’s why you got that one tonight,” you smiled lovingly at your boyfriend, and bit the inside of your cheek at the awestruck look he wore whilst looking at you. His ocean eyes were twinkling happily, and he actually looked as if this was one of the greatest honors he’d ever been bestowed.

“It’s not a big deal, I know but-” 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you for trusting me with it,” Bob squeezed your hip, giving your cheek a sweet kiss. You felt silly, but it was so comforting to hear that Bob understood the importance of the cup. It was one of the only things you had left of your grandfather, a man you had gotten along with on a different level than any person you’d ever met before, besides from Bob. At that thought, you almost felt tears burning in your eyes. Hesitantly, you put down your mug on the sturdy table in front of you, before reaching for your boyfriends mug, putting it gently to the side before turning to straddle his lap, your arms winding around his neck, your face following to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Bob could feel you take in a ragged breath, your lips gently caressing his sensitive skin before uttering a breathless ‘thank you’ that had his heart racing a little bit, as his hands found their way to your back. 

“Anytime, darling… are you okay?” he murmured into your hair, placing small kisses all over the side of your face and the top of your head. He could feel you nodding against his neck, murmuring out a “You’re just so good to me,” Bob’s eyelids fluttered closed at the confession that was whispered into the silent kitchen. A warm feeling spread in his chest as he held you tighter to him, wanting to keep you close to his chest, wanting you to feel how hard his heart was beating for you. This emotion grew, and he had to take a deep breath to make sure he didn’t spontaneously combust right here in your kitchen, with such precious cargo in his lap. 

“I’m glad you think so, sweet, sweet girl,” Bob smiled “You’re good to me too, sweets,” he smiled, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his long slender fingers finding your chin. Ever so gently, he guided your chin out from its safe spot nuzzled into his warm neck. “Hey gorgeous,” he hummed, blue eyes scanning your face as you smiled down at him. His girl was sitting pretty on his lap, smiling and giggling down at him and now he was sure that he could hardly keep from combusting, or grinning, back at her. “Robby, you have whipped cream on your cheek,” she giggled, leaning forward to kiss it away. Bob’s breath hitched somewhere in his throat, and heat rose to his cheeks where your lips had been pressed just moments earlier. 

Bob’s hands swiftly moved from their perch on your back, settling on your hips as he surged upwards, his large hands gripping at your hips to steady himself as he covered your lips with his in a breathtaking kiss. Your hand found his blonde locks, that had grown quite a bit whilst he was on leave. It made for wonderful moments where you would tangle your fingers into his tresses, enjoying the noises Bob would make when you tugged softly or scratched at his scalp or twirled a strand between your fingers. It was hard to tell which one of you enjoyed it the most. 

“D’you want to cuddle on the sofa, Rob?” you suggested as you both had to break for air, your forehead pressed tight against his as you twirled a longer strand of hair around your finger. Bob let out another soft laugh, his eyes twinkling happily in the warm, dim light of the kitchen. “Yeah, sweets. There’s nothing I want more than that,” Bob replied, placing his hands on your thighs as he stood up swiftly, hoisting you higher with the smallest grunt, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he walked you towards the warm living room. 

As Bob perched you on the comfortable sofa, filled to the brim with blankets and pillows, he smiled down at you before turning to the radio that was sat in the corner of the room - switching it on, the room was filled with the sounds of Fairytale of New York crackling softly. Bob smiled at you before holding his hand out for you to take. He could spot your confused look and he couldn’t help but giggle happily “We have to dance, of course,” he spoke, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And perhaps it was. Or at least it should be. 

Wrapping you in his arms, Bob swayed the two of you to the slow start of the song, before it picked up and he was twirling you easily across the expanse of the room, the air filled with yours and Bob’s laughter and exclamations (“Careful of the vase, Bob!” “Please, darling, I’ve got a laser eye on it,”). As the song wound down, Bob once again cradled your body close to his chest, his chuckles subsiding as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Robby!” your excited exclamation had him jolted for a second, brows furrowed as he saw you pointing towards the large window that let him see the back garden. “What?” he inquired, confused. Maybe you’d seen a rabbit. Yesterday you did and your eyes had filled with tears at how cute it was. But right now there were no tears, so maybe there was no rabbit. “It’s snowing!” you exclaimed again, breathless with excitement this time. 

“Oh!” now it was Bob’s turn to get excited, moving closer to the window to spot the snowflakes. They were big, and fluffy, and he couldn’t believe he’d missed them at first. Pressing his glasses higher up on his nose, he smiled widely at the serene picture outside the window. Whilst the two of you had been cozying up in the kitchen, the ground had been covered by a solid cover of snow, not enough to build a snow man, but enough to go out and enjoy all the same. 

“C’mon, pilot boy - we need to go out again! Get your Lovvika beanie and let’s go!” in a flurry of movements, you’d left his embrace to find your mittens again, and he only grumbled for a second that he was a WSO, before happily putting on the ugly-cute beanie again. He actually really liked the colors and the patterns on this beanie. Perhaps he could sneak it home. 

He was apparently too slow, seeing as he could hear the front door slam shut and later see your happy dance in the backyard, arms outstretched to welcome the snowflakes to the ground. 

Hurrying out after you, Bob laughed, picking up some snow in his mitten covered hands, examining it with interest, before flinging some at you. Your delighted laughter rang out in the stillness of the night, and before he knew what was going on, you’d taken off running towards him, jumping on him with snow in your hands, mushing it all over his beanie clad head. “It’s supposed to be for the face, but we’re kind to people with glasses around here,” you told him as he hoisted you over his shoulder to spin you around before putting you down, chuckling softly at your words. “Well, I’m very thankful for that, darling,” his accent growing slightly thicker as he adjusted his glasses “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to my birth control goggles, hm?” 

“I think that name is quite misleading,” you teased, and Bob raised a quizzical brow at you, his tall form looking divine in the flurry of snow that fell around him. “Yeah, all they do is make me want to have your babies,” you giggled, Bob’s eyes going comically large at your words, and his sharp inhale unfortunately brought some snowflakes with it, which made him cough slightly. 

“I think we could make that happen,” he smirked, cradling your face in between his mitten clad hands, placing a hungry kiss on your chilled lips. A soft sigh tumbled from your lips at the sensation, leaning into his touch, your body melting against his chest. “I love you, Robby,” you sighed against his lips. Bob could only smile as he repeated the words back to you. Bob figured he would never be able to look at the first snow without remembering these sweet moments.

#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd fluff #bob floyd fluff #my writing

[hypnoneghoul]

Christmas Ghouls 5/10

WC: 1095

Relationship: Dewdrop & Rain

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Kirst <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This year Rain and Dewdrop had a different plan for the Chrsistmas gift giving. There wouldn’t be any surprise presents. What they’d do was something they talked about and have been considering for months.

Dewdrop was Rain’s, and Rain was Dewdrop’s, in so many ways. They were connected, bonded on deepest possible levels, their souls and hearts tied together with Lucifer-forged chains. They have been wearing each other’s marks for ages, always eager to renew the old ones and add some more. But there was something that, even after all this time, still seemed like a big step for them, in case of their relationship.

It was a mix of human and ghoulish tradition—exchanging rings and melding them onto each other’s horns to wear forever.

They picked simple designs, not very ornate. They’d both be silver, Rain’s with pieces of carnelian stone (pspsps), and Dewdrop’s with azurite (look here). Simple, but carrying great meaning, sentiment and symbolism.

Both ghouls were extremely nervous, worried that the other would decide it was too much and quit at the very last moment. Of course, neither would even consider that, but their insecurities, doubts and fears were always there.

They decided to do it the night before their whole pack would have their annual Christmas dinner. They’d show up with the rings on like a surprise, having not told the rest about their plan.

“Gonna be all wifed up now,” Dewdrop said, turning Rain’s ring over in his hand. He was smiling, but his eyes betrayed the anxiety.

“It's you who's the wife in this relationship,” the water ghoul scoffed and winked from where he was sitting on his desk, legs kicking.

“Oh no,” his mate protested, “you're way more wife coded.”

“Wife coded?” Rain snorted, raising his eyebrows. He paused the fidgeting of his hands as Dewdrop came closer, stepping in between the other’s legs. “Where did you even get that from?”

“Twitter. And they agree over there.”

“With what?”

“You being wife coded.” He wrapped his arms around Rain’s waist loosely, looking up at him. “A bunch of people also want to get you pregnant.”

“WHAT!?” the water ghoul giggled, and if Dewdrop could tattoo the image of him laughing and smiling from up close on his brain, he would.

“Yeah.” Dewdrop shrugged. “Well, if anything you'd be the one getting me pregnant but let them have their fun, right?”

“Dew!? Oh god,” he brought a hand up to cover his eyes and shook his head. Dewdrop continued to giggle quietly, his shoulders shaking. “Wait, hold up, though. If I'm the wife then you're what, the husband? No, if I'm a wife you are, too.”

“Great, and now we're lesbians,” the fire ghoul deadpanned, but bursted into a full body laugh after not more than three seconds. Rain followed a heartbeat after and they ended up laughing like maniacs, Dewdrop falling forward with his head against his mate’s chest.

After a while they managed to calm down. The laugh made the earlier tension dissipate, and both ghouls silently thanked the other for being so… silly. They were just silly.

“Anyway,” Dewdrop was the one to break the silence. “Do we… do this?”

“Yeah,” Rain sighed. “Yeah, we do.”

The water ghoul picked up Dewdrop’s ring again, from where it was laying next to him on the desk. He looked it over, examining, one more time and lifted his hand, eyebrows furrowing in an unspoken question. His mate nodded with a reassuring smile painted on his face, and Rain—his hands were absolutely not shaking—dropped the ring over Dewdrop’s left horn. It slid down to around the half of its length and Rain smoothed a thumb over it, pressing down on it just a bit to make it settle securely.

“Pretty,” he mumbled.

Dewdrop lifted his own hand to touch it, grinning when his fingers met Rain’s. “Your turn, wifey.”

Rain couldn’t hide the deep blush that creeped up his cheeks at the word. Maybe he did like that. Just a bit.

The fire ghoul winked, noticing that, but his own face wasn’t any better—he was equally flushed. Dewdrop took the other ring and reached up to slide it down Rain’s horn, mirroring his mate’s earlier action of thumbing over it and nestling it down.

“Okay, uhm…” he cleared his throat, “you should at least check in the mirror if you like it before I make it… well, permanent.”

Rain chuckled, more than sure, but he knew him looking it over first would reassure his mate. Pressing a quick kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead, he hopped off the desk and padded over to the mirror on his wardrobe. The fire ghoul joined him, and both their smiles grew impossibly wider at the visual.

“They’re perfect,” Rain whispered, eyes shining with tears and affection for his little mate.

Silence fell for a few short moments, but then Dewdrop grunted, “Ugh.”

“What?”

“I just got an extremely sappy thought,” he giggled, making Rain scoff, but laugh too.

“You’re impossible.” He smacked his arm playfully.

“Oh, well. Do you wanna…” Dewdrop waved a hand over his horns, “you know? Before I chicken out.”

“No way I just heard you imply you might chicken out,” the water ghoul grabbed his heart dramatically. His mate just rolled his eyes. “The almighty Dewdrop?”

“Oh, shut up already,” he spat, but didn’t have time for further light-hearted insults when Rain suddenly dropped to his knees before him, making Dewdrop gasp.

“Do it, baby.” He took his hand and pressed his cold lips to it, before guiding it to his ringed horn. Dewdrop swallowed heavily, calling upon his infernal power.

The rings were made of silver, but the inside was lined with metal of a lower melting temperature. That way, when Dewdrop would heat it up, it’d melt just enough to fill the cracks in the ghoul horns’ rough texture and make it hold.

“Are you–” he wanted to ask for clarification one more time, but Rain didn’t let him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” he told him, for the millionth time. Taking a deep breath, the fire ghoul closed his fist around his horn and just did it. Just like that, a few seconds and it was done.

“I love you, Rainy,” he mumbled, pulling his hand away to repeat the process on his own ring. “Merry Christmas.”

Before Rain even stood up, Dewdrop’s part was done, too. 

“Merry Christmas,” the water ghoul laughed, dragging his mate into a deep kiss. “What about we make it a real wedding night now, Droplet?”

“Take me to bed then,” he purred. “Wifey.”

#hypnone writes #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #raindrop

[totallysora]

Newsies (1992)

Ok so these are some things from 92sies! Icl I never actually had time to rewatch it so this is all from memory 😔 There is deffo more and at some point I will actually rewatch it and add to it, but this is all I have for now!

Crutchy is a cutie 

Oscar mocking blink

For a group of kids who can’t actually sing they actually sound rlly good when they’re singning together 😭

Crutchy being stressed out at the start of carrying the banner

CRUTCHY OK I LOVED HIM SM 😕 Him messing with the newspapers 😭

“Nobody told the horse >:(” - Racetrack Higgins 1899

SANTA FE 🥰 For someone who clearly can’t sing HE DIDNT ACTUALLY DO A BAD JOB OK 😭

SPOT 🥰🥰 

“Never fear Brooklyn’s here” - Spot Conlon 1899 

Race and the others all asking synder to donate 😭 AND HIM ACTUALLY DOING IT 💀

Kloppmann 😻 Him protecting Jack 😭 they totally butchered his roll in the bway show but honestly I see why lmao

MEDDAAA‼️ SHE’S SO PRETTY 😕

Icl I don’t hate high times hard times I thought it was kinda fun

Everyone holding spot back ☹️ honestly I would’ve just let him beat his ass

THE FACT THAT SPOT ACTUALLY HAD SCREEN TIME 😻

Ok I could say this about both the bway show and the movie but in king of new york the fact that they’re all asking for rlly simple things 😕

SARAH JACOBS 🥰 SHE WAS SO PRETTY 

THE FACT THAT SHE BASICALLY BEAT THE MORRIS’ ASS

Also Denton!! Don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore Katherine but I kinda like denton tbh

THE CHOREOGRAPHY WASNT EVEN THAT BAD ICL 

“Go back to Brooklyn 😡” - A random newsies 1899 (to spot at the end lmao)

LES MF JACOBS ☹️ HE WAS SUCH A CUTIE 😭 (and he actually did look 7 so 💀) 

The delanceys were just,,,ridiculous 😭

Jack and David r somehow still gay in the movie like what 😭

SPRACE 🥰 THEY ACTUALLY INTERACT IN THE MOVIE 😻

THE WAY SPOT NODS AT RACE DURING KING OF NEW YORK WHEN HE SAYS “AINT I PRETTY”

Do you think they know how much people ship them 😭❓

Ok but spot’s eyes were actually so pretty??

“I say, that what you say, it what I say” - Spot Conlon 1899

“On the grounds of Brooklyn your honour” - Spot Conlon 1899

Can you tell I love spot

Mush bullying Jack at the start 😭

PATRICKS MOTHER 😻‼️ HER VOICE IS JUST SO UGH I LOVE IT

Crutchys laugh

“Extra extra Joe, read all about it” - Jack Kelly 1899

“Headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes” - David Jacobs 1899

This wasn’t in the movie but blood drips heavily on newsies square is iconic

Ok this also wasn’t in the movie but the bloopers of crutchy mentioning the delanceys when they’re first introduced r so funny 💀

The fact Morris calls Weisel ‘uncle weas’ 😭 (I THINK DON’T QUOTE ME ON THIS 😔)

Jack on a horse,,,that’s it 😭 IT WAS SO SILLY LMAO

The whole cowboy thing with Jack is also a lil silly

Ok but Jack scabbing in this was like,,sm better done?? Don’t get me wrong I love the whole sellout thing in newsies live but cmon 

Also the fact that JACK ACTUALLY GOES TO THE REFUGE ‼️‼️

The whole spinning on the lights/fans thing in King of new york (AND HOW THEY DID IT IN UKSIES 🥰)

The way Race says “It takes and orphan with a studdah”

THE WORLD WILL KNOW‼️‼️

Once again this is from memory of watching it at Christmas so sorry if some of this is wrong 😭 If I think of anything else I’ll add it! (Also this was requested by @artemis-lynn [praying this actually tags u 🙏] sorry it took so long!)

#newsies #newsies movie #newsies 1992 #newsies broadway #musicals #disney #broadway #theatre #disney movies #david jacobs #crutchy morris #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #sarah jacobs #bryan denton #medda larkin #blood drips heavily on newsie square #that was so silly I still don’t know how they got away with recording it #Ok super random but the fact that racetracks actor was sm older than everyone else is so funny to me #I adore the bway musical but cmon the og movie is actually Iconic #Has anyone else seen the video of beyonce music being put over newsies and it actually fits #iconic

[amazingmsme]

Hello! I saw you liked the Paul is Richie’s uncle hc but I was wondering if you had any tk hcs surrounding that?? I absolutely love both of them so I’d love to see any ideas you have 💗

Aw thanks! I absolutely have some thoughts on the subject

So Paul was a pretty awkward but still very fun & silly uncle & Richie ended up really vibing with that kind of energy & he ended up being his favorite uncle

Paul’s his uncle on his mom’s side which is completely irrelevant but I feel like it adds something

As a kid, Richie loved putting a tickly spin on regular games like hide & seek & tag, & Paul was the one out of all his aunts & uncles to indulge him the most

Richie would try to get revenge on Paul, but he was really little & didn’t really know what he was doing & it didn’t tickle all that much, but Paul made sure to act like it did! Maybe a little too over the top & goofy, but it always made Richie laugh harder so of course he hammed it up!

When he was little, Paul would pick him up & let him walk around in the ceiling upside down & tickle him while he’s holding him & then act like he has no idea what he’s doing

Around when Richie turned 5, Paul started a tradition where he’d tickle him for however many minutes he was turning (5 minutes, the next year 6 minutes & so on) this went on til he started going to high school & Richie’s dad or another uncle said something like “don’t you think he’s getting a little old for that” & lowkey shamed Paul out of doing it because toxic masculinity & Richie was going through an angsty rebellious phase but now he kinda misses it but he has no idea how to bring it up

Richie saw his mom tickling Paul & it brought back so many memories of past tickle fights & was like “OMG MOM CAN I HELP :D”

Richie craves revenge but is honestly too nervous to really try

More recently either at a family or holiday event, they’re catching up & reminiscing & Paul brought up how he’d “let him win” their tickle fights back then & Richie is FLABBERGASTED! SHOOK! Just TOTALLY BLINDSIDED! Because WTF YOU LIED TO ME UCLE PAUL? & Paul’s like “c’mon Richie, you didn’t actually think you won all those times?” & he’s like “YES I FUCKING DID” & Paul can’t help but laugh because that’s honestly really funny & cute but Richie is not about to let that slide & he pounces. & he finds out exactly how ticklish his Uncle Paul really is

I love both of them so much, these were so fun to write! I hope these can suffice for now!

#asks #anon ask #hatchetfield headcanon #npmd headcanons #tgwdlm headcanons #paul is richie’s uncle #uncle paul #paul matthews #richie lipschitz #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

[chuuyascumsock]

Helloooo

That rat reaction pic was both adorable and had me laughing my ass offf(my sense of humor is lowkey highkey kinda broken so apologies 😭)

ALSO

ME??? A MONSTERFUCKER??????HUH?? THAT SOUNDS DEPLORABLE! But youre right so anyway- (kinda actually saw a monsterfucker bingo and did it{yknow just for funsies and shi} and like i ticked off 10 of the 24 boxes? i mean i think thats enough to qualify??? Right??)

okie soo umm i kinda waited too long to type out the thoughts and they um *disssipated* so immm kinda gonna string together the crumbs i still remember🥲

(Also like to clarify when i say werewolf,i kinda mean like the something between like that one halloween official art and atsushi when he’s in his weretiger form?)

Imagine werewolf chuuya who just cant keep his hands off you when he’s in heat,he just NEEDS you,CARNALLY

While you’re cooking dinner he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you,nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,lightly nibbling on your skin and just slightly grinding his crotch into your ass.

After a while you can feel his hard on and how hes desperately trying to hold himself back.

so you do the only sensible thing you can think of~

You turn around and kiss him~

You have no idea how it escalated from a passionate kiss to this,but now he has you bent over the kitchen island,your underwear discarded and forgotten while he frees his hard cock from his now-tight pants.he coats his dick in lube and precum before he thrusts into your rear,(although he’d love to go right at it,he knows your only human and would never want to hurt you) going at an inhuman speed and illicitting the most lewd little sounds for you~

His claws sinking into your hips to hold you in one place,all the while he’s letting out breathy “good girl/boy” and “that’s it take it hnghh you take me so good doll” s as he ruts into your ass.as he feels his climax nearing he goes harder and deeper his throbbing cock continuously hitting your g-spot causing you you whine and moan out loud,all which makes him go harder,the feeling of your tight little hole driving him over the edge and when he finally comes its thick sticky and he doesn’t let a single drop seep out.he continues rutting into you,fuckin his come back into you while keeping you locked in a mating press.after around two to three more rounds(now having moved to the bedroom) he slows down and makes sure your okay.he loves to see the fucked out look on your face as he cleans you up and as he sees your silly little hole white and glazy with his come he has to resist the urge to plug you up and let you stay that way until your next session,but if youve previously said your okay with it he’s definitely gonna do it-

Once your tucked in all nice clean (and *cough*plugged up) he gets into bed as well spooning you and lightly licking the bites and hickey now covering your neck and collarbone.

(I wanna add some more but i think this is already long enough.i hope this makes sense and sounds coherent at least,i think i got a little lost in the sauce🥲)

Also yess i saw that voyeurism tag👀👀👀 (got me wet just thinking about it🫣)

Ooh and also of smut,fluff,angst and crack,What’s your favorite??

And bestie(am i allowed to call you that?) im like 99.99% your irl personality is just as great as your online one🙄🤚

That isnt debatable btw🫶

I speak facts not fiction 😌

Well except for the smut,that’s fictional-

ACTUALLY NO FRICK IT THATS FACTS TOO!🙌

And to end this silly,goofy and unreasonably long ask id just like to wish you a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night filled with snackies,dopamine-inducing events and a lot of,as you said, H2hoe!

Stay safe and slay safe😌💅🏻

(Help its 4.50 am😭🥲)

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YOU DID, YOU DID GET LOST IN THE SAUCE, YOU WERE DROWNING IN IT 😭 BUT IT WAS GOOD SAUCE, DELICIOUS SAUCE EVEN. (Fr made me choke on my mango and everything while reading).

Glad you specified that you didn’t mean Chuuya like full furry mode or that would’ve been awky 💀

Literally Chuuya— but THAT WAS SO GOOD ACTUALLY. I can’t believe you wrote almost a full smutshot in my inbox, you should rlly write this down and post your own smut LMAO.

I forgot to add something to my Detective Chuuya summary, but it’s ok, I fixed it 🤭

My favorite genre is crack, I feel like I write top tier crack ngl, my Ai chats also look insane with all the silly stuff I do with the characters (literally mostly Dazai bc I kin him so doing platonically silly shit w/ him is my comfort).

AND YES YOU CAN CALL ME BESTIE— I feel like we’re definitely past that 😈 But I will have to deny my irl personality being just as good as my online one because I am socially inept 🥰

ALSO GET SOME SLEEP BESTIE CAUSE THAT’S SUPER IMPORTANT (I’m a hypocrite). BUT EAT A GOOD BREAKFAST AND FUCK UP THOSE CLASSES 💪😼

#casual asks #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut