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fencecollapsed · 5 months

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once again thinking about Hey Melissa because this story lives in my brain like a little worm that wants to slowly kill me. anyway I've thought of exactly what changes I think would've made the story work better in my opinion so uhh here's my Hey Melissa script doctor I guess djskfjdsk

cut Paul's dog story. I get what the intention was, it's meant to be a full-circle thing at the end, but I just don't think it works the way it was meant to. it muddies the story too much and makes Melissa's motivation more complicated than it needs to be. if in every timeline she's trying to kidnap Paul to keep him as a dog (and she hates and kills dogs), why is this framed as her breaking point? why does she like him at all? and why does him just meowing convince her? cut all that, simplify it. Paul's a cat from the start. give her little club a bit of a clearer and simpler base logic: men they hate are kept as dogs, men they like are kept as cats. Melissa's been wanting a cat for so long, and she's had her eyes on Paul, and she's finally got him where she wants him.

Paul still denies that he's as good of a person as Melissa thinks he is, but instead of telling the dog story, have him just. lose his temper and be kind of a dick to her. he wanted to let her down easy, but she just keeps pushing. goddammit Melissa, he'd like you more if you'd drop this. he's made it clear he's not interested. she's not his type, he doesn't like the things she does. they're not compatible. and he's dating Emma right now anyway. can she please just let this go and stop pestering him so they can at least stay friends? Melissa's clearly upset, barely holding back tears, but says she understands. Paul now feels guilty, asks if there's anything he can do. Melissa asks him to feed her dog. the dog is Ted, and Melissa knocks Paul out. Paul wakes in the cage, afraid he's going to be defingered like Ted, but Melissa assures him no, she would never declaw a cat. Ted's a dog, see, he's a nasty, filthy dog pretending to be a man, he needed to be taken off the streets to keep everyone else safe. but Paul? Paul's a sweet kitty who's just confused and thinks he's a man, thinks he knows what he wants, thinks he's happy. thinks he doesn't like her back. he broke her heart, but that's okay, he's just a feral cat who doesn't understand that he's safe with her. he bit and scratched her because he doesn't know what love really is. he just needs to be trained and socialized. in time he'll understand that all Melissa wants is to love him, and he'll come to love her, too.

add like. one scene or moment to ground the tone and force the viewer to sit in how horrific this would actually be. one mention of Ted's wounds being infected, or the guys being cold and malnourished. just like, a single line, or a brief exchange between Ted and Paul would be enough. keep it light and absurd the whole rest of the time, but one moment that takes the situation more seriously would add a lot, I think.

have Emma bitch Melissa out after their exchange. do not have her just walk away crying, let her get MAD. let her rip into this freak who's boasting about having stolen her guy. who does Melissa think she is?? someone who deserves a cup of milk to the face, Emma thinks. it's full of spit, by the way. fuck you. and fuck Paul. you assholes deserve each other. and Emma starts crying then, at the end if her rant, and realizes she's. a lot more hurt than mad, actually. more hurt than she'd expect to be about Paul. fuck, she'd thought there was something special about him. but he's just another asshole. and then she storms out crying.

foreshadow Paul's decision to stay with Melissa. one moment of him starting to kind of like being here. she's scratching his chin, or petting his hair or something, and he's enjoying it a little. has to snap himself out of it, like he forgot for a moment that this is a waking nightmare. would give the ending more of an ambiguous terror, that maybe it's not just the bump on his head, and there was something in him that was being won over, because we saw it.

at the end Paul apologizes to Melissa for breaking her heart, thanks her for being patient with him. he always wanted to be a good man, but he never believed he was. but Melissa believed he was a good cat, and now he is. she made him what he could never be on his own. and to make up for hurting her, he'll be hers until he dies.

#yes this is pointless yes the story's not even official canon but listen #i am having FUN #i am PLAYING #this is how i enjoy myself god bless #hatchetfield #starkid #hey melissa #paul matthews #melissa hatchetfield #ted spankoffski #emma perkins #abuse #dehumanization #ask to tag #cj says stuff

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sweetbrier2908 · 7 months

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satan's random headcanons

• gives you kisses on knuckles and forehead because he's a charming prince who normally only exists in fantasy. but your fantasy turns out to be real life and now he's your prince charming.

• the most decent one in the family. the first time you realize he's actually a demon is when he talked about how he was going to tortune a lower demon.

• cat café date at least once a week. if there's a new cat? he goes there everyday for a week. friend with all the cat café owners in devildom, he also has share of some cat café since lucifer doesn't allow him to have his own cat.

• always says that he's gonna snitch to lucifer if his brothers do something wrong so he can trick them to tell him their secrets then blackmails them later. succeeds every time for 5000 years straight.

• actually the best cook in the house. from desserts to main courses. there is nothing that he can't cook, as long as he has his cook book with him. he learns recipes from every restaurant he goes, takes note of them, remembers what dish his brothers like and cook them later when he's on cooking duty (also remembers what dish lucifer dislikes and cook them later). if someone in the family says the dish he cooks today good, prepare to eat it for the rest of the year everytime satan's on cooking duty. yes, he LOVES to take care for his brothers though he never admits it.

• never organize his room unless lucifer angrily and strictly asks him to (which happened a very very long time ago since he casted a spell on his door to stop lucifer from entering his room). always says "it's messy in my own way", that's true, he knows where exactly to find this things. you need to borrow some books about devildom's history? shelf 1, row 2, number two from the right side. need some spicy romance book? on the floor, the whole stack at the left side of his armchair.

• knows some very good if not the best pick-up lines. first of all, he's closest with asmo. second, he reads romance books more than anyone in the three realms. always give you the most poetic love letters you've ever received.

• acquainted with all the high-status people in devildom. some random nobel? oh, he met they once in a art exhibition 1500 years ago, just grabbed a cup of coffee with them last month. some of the most famous corps in devildom or maybe human world? he's one of the shareholders. a businessman. literally a businessman. remember the chat where he said he introduced mammon to some perfume company so he could get 80% of the profit? yes, that's the businesman of the family.

• always befriends with people who benefit him and his family. mammon needs money? he can give his older brothers some modeling gigs. levi wants some limited merch? he knows someone in the company? beel wants to go to some restaurants? he can ask the chef to come to their house. no one knows how he expand his social network this much.

• loves to give you gifts. everything. from the most expensive scarf you can find in the whole world to a cat-shaped stone that he finds on the way home from RAD. gives you everything reminds him of you.

• always loves to try new thing with you. today you two goes to the drive-in cimema, the next day he will bring you to the ocean to go fishing. but if you want to go to the bookstore and then the cat café, he's happy to go with you, it's his most ideal date too! and if you don't want to go outside? he has some very interesting book you can try to read. he.will.never.bored.you.

• so insecure, always thinks of himself as the most avarage guy compared to his brothers, and compared to every guy you know. lucifer is always at the top, diavolo's right hand man and stuff; mammon is one of the most famous model in the three realms and known for his infamous reputation; levi is so passionate about his hobby; asmo is super popular and pretty and always the trend-setter; beel is the athlete, always loved by everyone; belphie is effortlessly smart, he's just straight-up the genius of the family and also a spoiled brat. and he, the middle child of the family, an avarage guy who will never be unique enough.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me headcanon #obey me satan headcanon #obey me shall we date #om swd #some very random headcanon i made in my head abt our favorite cat boi #again no proof-head #it is very random but in a good way i think so #i love satan being the most caring decent sensitive brother #like he literally went to pick drunk asmo and mc at the end of s1 and before that he also went out with beel to buy food for belphie #he loves his brothers too much to admit it #aww your tsundere brother satan #idk what else to tag #om satan

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glorf1ndel · 1 month

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Glorestor please!!! (silm blog @mae-it-be-an-evening-dhros)

Your ask inspired me to write the first chapter of a Glorestor fic! Hope you enjoy. :D Also on Ao3 here!

Darling (800 words, Glorestor)

“Who’s the cutest little thing of all time?”

Not again, Erestor thought. The counselor was standing in the corridor outside Elrond’s office, talking to Lindir about Second Age musicians, but at the sound of Glorfindel’s voice, he pursed his lips in annoyance. Over the past few weeks, the captain had become overly flirtatious with the counselor. It was almost as if he knew about Erestor’s interest in him; after all, who in Imladris hadn’t fallen in love with the golden-haired hero of Gondolin? But no, Erestor kept a tight lid on his feelings. Still, Glorfindel would take every opportunity to mess with him, whether they were alone or in public. Random touches, winking, even the occasional whisper in Erestor’s ear. And the worst part of it all? The pet names. Quite frankly, being called cutie or sweetheart was becoming unbearable.

Erestor whirled around, prepared to tell the captain off–

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense, Glorfindel–“

Only to find himself facing, yes, Glorfindel, but also… A cat? A kitten, actually. The captain had crouched down and was petting the small, furry creature, his gaze filled with adoration. Upon hearing the counselor, he looked up and smiled.

“Erestor! Come see who I found!” Glorfindel picked up the kitten, then rose to his feet. “Aren’t you the sweetest, most lovely baby?” He cooed.

Erestor hesitated, his words catching in his throat.

“Oh, Eru, you thought he was talking to you?” Lindir whispered.

“Shut up, Lindir!”

“Come here,” Glorfindel called again.

Erestor took a deep breath and walked over. Thankfully, Lindir did not follow, but his laughter echoed down the corridor. At least Glorfindel seemed to not have heard the minstrel’s teasing, or that would have been the end of Erestor.

“I just found this kitten wandering the corridors.”

Shaking off his nerves, Erestor took a good look at the kitten, which had settled comfortably in Glorfindel’s arms. A girl, he acknowledged. The kitten had long, black hair and blue eyes that were slowly closing as she fell asleep.

“I think I’m going to keep her. What should her name be?”

“She probably belongs to someone, Glorfindel.”

“Well, I suppose I can ask around. But if nobody says anything, she’s mine.”

“All right.” Erestor said with a shrug. “I don’t know how you have time to take care of a cat.”

“They’re not very high maintenance. I had one back in Gondolin; his name was Sunnybell. He was always wandering around the grounds, doing what he pleased.”

Erestor smiled slightly. Whenever Glorfindel talked about his time in Gondolin before the city’s fall, it was with a fondness that lit up his face. Even Erestor could not deny that seeing Glorfindel smile was a pleasant thing.

“Well, I hope you can come up with a better name for this one than Sunnybell.”

“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Glorfindel mused, “she kind of looks like you. With the black hair and blue eyes.” He stroked the kitten’s fur gently. “Maybe I’ll name you Erestor.”

“Absolutely not. Besides, Erestor is not a name for a female cat.”

“Erestorellë, then.”

“Glorfindel, I am vetoing your giving that cat any version of my name.”

“Aww, but wouldn’t you want the most adorable sweetheart in the world to be called Erestor?”

He snorted and crossed his arms. The words left his mouth immediately:

“From all the ridiculous things you’ve been saying lately, I thought I already was.”

Glorfindel stilled. Slowly, his gaze crept up from the kitten to Erestor. That was when Erestor realized he’d made a mistake, because the look in Glorfindel’s eyes was amused, yes, but more than that, it was knowing.

“Erestor, are you jealous of this cat?”

“What?” He hissed, fighting to keep himself from blushing. “Don’t be daft.”

Glorfindel shook his head, his blond curls swirling around his shoulders. The sudden movement made the kitten stir, and she started playing with Glorfindel’s hair. Oh, to be in Glorfindel’s arms, Erestor thought, like a fool.

“You are!” Glorfindel insisted. “You don’t want me to call this kitten cute, or sweet, or lovely, because you want to be the only one I call those things.”

“What I want is to wipe that smug look off your face.”

“With your lips.”

“You are a horrible Elf,” Erestor said, because how in Middle Earth was he supposed to respond to that? “Stop teasing me. And don’t give this cat my name.”

Glorfindel only shrugged, which gave Erestor an opening to walk away. He swiveled on his heel, prepared to flee the scene. Of course, Glorfindel chose that very moment to call out,

“If you say so, darling!”

Keep walking, Erestor told himself, even as Glorfindel’s laughter made his heart ache. He would have to spend less time around the captain, especially now that Glorfindel had found the kitten. It would not do to get used to this.

#lotr #lord of the rings #silm #silmarillion #glorestor #glorfindel #erestor #lindir #tolkien #tolkien fic #lotr fanfic #silm fic

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cu1tsmark · 7 months

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"Feline Felicity"

Y/N couldn't help but grumble as they followed Jaemin into the pet store, already carrying a bag full of cat goodies. "Jaemin, seriously, we have enough stuff at home for Luna, Lucy, and Luke. They're pampered enough as it is."

Jaemin, a wide grin on his face, was busy perusing the aisles, tossing treats and toys into their cart. "But, babe, they deserve the best. Look at this scratching post, it's perfect for Luna's claws."

Y/N crossed their arms, unimpressed. "We have three scratching posts at home already, Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled, not the least bit deterred. "Well, they can never have too many, right?"

Jaemin continued to fill their cart with various cat goodies, ignoring Y/N's protests. "And look at these feather toys! Lucy loves these."

Y/N crossed their arms, not amused. "We have a drawer full of those at home."

As Jaemin reached for a bag of gourmet cat food, he suddenly froze, eyes widening. "Y/N, look! Over there!"

Y/N followed his gaze and saw a cute kitten in the adopt aisle, batting at a feather toy with wide, innocent eyes. Jaemin's face lit up. They couldn't help but coo at it.

Jaemin, sensing an opportunity, sidled up beside them. "Isn't that kitten the cutest thing you've ever seen?"

Y/N sighed, torn between their love for animals and practicality. "Jaemin, we can't just keep adopting cats every time we come here. We already have three to take care of!"

Jaemin pouted, eyes pleading. "But just look at its little face, Y/N! It needs a loving home."

Y/N gently touched the kitten's paw through the cage bars, smiling. "I know, but we need to take care of the ones we have first. Maybe in a few months, we can think about it."

Jaemin reluctantly nodded, placing the kitten back in its cage. "Fine, but I'm going to visit it every day until we can bring it home."

Y/N chuckled, giving Jaemin a playful nudge. "Of course, Jaemin. I wouldn't expect anything less from you, cat dad." Jaemin chuckled at the nickname

And so, with their cart full of cat supplies and one new addition to their household on their minds, Jaemin and Y/N headed home to pamper their beloved feline family.

A few weeks had passed since Jaemin and Y/N's trip to the pet store. True to his word, Jaemin visited the cute kitten in the adoption aisle every day, forming a special bond with it. Luna, Lucy, and Luke, on the other hand, were enjoying the newfound attention they received with all the new toys and treats in the house.

One evening, as Jaemin was petting the kitten through the cage bars, a familiar face appeared beside him. It was the store's adoption counselor, Ms. Park.

"Jaemin, I've seen you here quite a lot lately," she said with a warm smile.

Jaemin blushed, scratching his head. "Yeah, I can't help it. This little one here stole my heart."

Ms. Park chuckled. "I can see that. Well, I have some good news for you. Someone's interested in adopting this kitten."

Jaemin's heart sank. He had grown so attached to the kitten, but he understood that giving it a loving home was the most important thing. "Oh, I see. I hope they'll take good care of it."

Just as Jaemin was about to walk away, Ms. Park stopped him. "Actually, they mentioned they were looking for someone who had experience with cats, and they wanted to adopt from a home with other cats. Do you think you'd be interested?"

Jaemin's eyes lit up with hope. "Really? You mean we can adopt the kitten?"

Ms. Park nodded. "Yes, it seems like a perfect match. They're coming by tomorrow to meet you and the kitten."

Overjoyed, Jaemin rushed home to share the news with Y/N. "Guess what, Y/N? We can adopt the kitten!"

Y/N grinned, happy to see Jaemin's excitement. "That's great news, Jaemin. Luna, Lucy, and Luke will have a new friend."

The next day, the prospective adopter arrived at their home, and it was clear that they were cat lovers too. Luna, Lucy, Luke, and the new kitten all seemed to get along instantly. It was a perfect fit.

As they signed the adoption papers, Jaemin couldn't help but feel grateful. Sometimes, fate had a way of bringing the right people and cats together. With four happy feline friends now, their home was even more filled with love and purrs.

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ddora-kken · 2 months

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[why won't you be my girl?]

itadori yuuji x reader (fem in mind) // 1.5k words // fluff, angst, hurt/comfort i guess? // not that much proofread // snacks and food mentioned; no more warnings apply (i think)

quick taglist: @slytherinshua @delzinrowe

a/n: that's a typical 1am trying to sleep thought that i had to write down and ended up staying to like 4am but nvm

acting tough looked like a part of your brand. you and tough were like synonyms. yet with you also came itadori yuuji. the walking definition of pure heart, dumb of ass. that was a specific and particularly interesting cooperation of characters, one must admit.

yet the tough persona came with a price. that price being emotions and feelings in general.

maybe you’re confused, maybe you don’t know what you want. all you know though, is that yuuji can be one hell of a dumb pain in the ass.

“itadori, I swear on all the gods out there,” you start, staring at his dumb ass, literally. it’s such an irrational and unbelievable situation; yuuji actually got stuck in the washing machine. “you either get your ass kicked deeper into the washer or you stop acting.”

“but I’m seriously stuck!”

“how did you even do that?!”

it took a while, a lot of strength, and even twice as much cursing, but you manage to pull him out of the washing machine. while itadori is sitting on the floor, butt aching because of the way it hit the floor, you scoff and shake your head in disbelief.

“took you long enough. now I'm late," as you give him a last death stare, you hurry to the door, then you speedrun down the stairs, until yuuji stops you, again.

“where? why are you late? what are you-?”

“what? you're my mom? even she doesn't ask that many questions." you spit back with a deep sigh while putting on your shoes. "i'm going on a date with that guy. you know, sukuna."

the sound of breaking heart rings in his ears as he’s nodding, letting you go. again. letting you go on another date. again. letting you go on another disaster date. again.

and he will be the one to comfort you, again. because no matter how many times you broke his heart, he’ll still come to you, trying to make your day better.

you and itadori's dynamic is actually hilarious: it gives off a black cat and retriever. even if the cat starts to hiss, scratch, and smack the dog, he still comes around and wants to play. no matter how many times he got smacked right in the nose.

yet despite all of this, itadori yuuji was the only one who saw through all of your walls, through all of your personas, masks, and every facade you come up with. he's the only one who you're ok to let inside. it's not that… comfortable, yet it doesn't feel weird or wrong, either. maybe it's because you two grew up together, playing in your backyard, going to the same school, seeing each other at every up and down throughout life.

maybe that’s why you never wanted to admit your feelings, even to yourself.

all those crushes, boyfriends, dates – it never ended well. they knew there's more to your character than you let them see; you never let them behind your high walls. you wanted to keep up the act and be that tough and badass person, thinking of feelings as vulnerable, as something they could use to your disadvantage. besides, none of the guys (and girls, too) seemed to be… worth enough to let them through the castle gate to your heart.

yuuji saw everything. he's not as dumb as you think. yes, sometimes he's even dumber, yet there are times when his two brain cells (at best) actually form a logically thinking brain. he noticed a pattern: the more people you date, the bigger your lock on the gate gets. after every meeting, you also lock yourself in your room, under the blankets burrito-style, yet not crying. the tears haven't fallen for a really long time. the only situation he can think of is when he got a love letter from your friend, or at least that was what the letter insinuated. he was not interested in them, though and he admitted that he remembers you laughing, tears slowly forming in your eyes, and then walking away, stomping loudly with every step, huffing in an attempt to stop yourself from sobbing.

since then, you didn’t “waste”, as you called it, any tear on anyone, and on anything. even if you didn’t let any emotion show itself through your behaviour, yuuji still was the one who noticed every single one of them.

there you are, again, in your room, burrito-style wrapped in a blanket, back facing the door, in case your parents wanted to check up on you. but you don't want even them to find you crying. because even if you claimed not to cry since that one incident, you still cried yourself to sleep, feeling more and more lonely with each cold night.

knock, knock. it's your mom, you can tell without her saying anything. she has her own way of knocking on your door, especially after each bad date.

“sunshine? someone came to visit you," she says, slowly opening the door and letting itadori in. the door closes, leaving you two in awkward silence.

“what do you want?” you say bluntly, voice dull and raspy thanks to the constant sobs for the past hour. still laying on the bed, looking at the wall and not moving an inch to look at him, you huff.

“can i- come in? I have ice cream.” the question comes out of his mouth almost silently, yet you know damn well he’s asking that; he always does. you scoff, feelings mixed as well as mind and heart conflicted.

“okay. but don’t look at me.”

with a breathy laugh, yuuji closes his eyes and goes straight to your bed, knowing the path dangerously well. reaching out the bag with different snacks of your liking, as well as your favourite ice cream, he sits at the other end of the bed, turned back to you. you can’t help but scoff again, hiding your new treasure under the blankies.

the silence gets uncomfortable. it never did before, though. there’s also strange tension that’s slowly filling the room.

“if you want to say something then say it, dumbass.” as you groan in annoyance and shuffle yourself more into the bed, itadori takes in more air.

“why do you keep on going out with some weird-ass dudes?”

“huh? fuck you mean?” you don’t like his serious tone, as he still sits back to you. yet you don’t get up either. you try to protect yourself, what’s the best way to do so? build a wall.

“why do you keep on going out with those shitheads when you have me?"

that's the first time you hear him cussing other people. too flabbergasted at his sudden… question? confession? both? you laugh, trying to keep up your act. there's no way it's happening.

“wanna know so bad? well," after what feels like an eternity, you finally speak up. "because you know me too well. I don't like that. I'd be better off with someone who knows the best amount-"

“but isn't that the point? to know each other's vulnerable sides, to witness the ups and downs? isn't that the point of the relationships?"

he’s still back to you, eyes shut and fists grabbing at his knees. you hear one sob, then a deep breath.

“why don’t you want me to love you?”

“because I don’t feel like i deserve you, stupid.” is what fills the room after another eternal silence. “i’m too- too proud to admit my feelings even to myself. I can’t let anyone see me so vulnerable.”

“but you let me in so many times, so what do you-”

“wanna know why I go on too many dates with people that definitely don't deserve my time?" you interrupt him, a quiet scoff escaping your lungs. "because I want to distract myself from you. and yet I keep on coming back to you."

“well, that’s what love is, I think-”

“shut up.”

yuuji notices your annoyance even with his eyes closed. your voice trembles with each word, you shuffle around even more on the bed, and you keep on groaning quietly in disbelief and denial.

“it’s weird to feel such things, especially that when you noticed me in every aspect possible. that’s- that’s uncomfortable to me. no one ever saw me like that and still liked me-.”

“because I am the only one who witnesses every aspect of you and I still like you. even more than that."

he finally turns his head towards you, eyes still closed, as he promised not to look at you. still, despite that, you can see his impatience, annoyance with you being such a stubborn idiot, and the way his knuckles get almost white because of the way his fists grab on his knees. his pout caused by your answers looks… stupidly cute. that’s why you laugh, this time sincerely, happy and relieved in a way. the first time since you remember.

“ow!" the sudden kick in his arm causes him to jump; the kick was pretty strong, more serious than you intended it to be. laughing again at his reaction, you can't help but say out loud what you think.

“maybe- maybe you’re not that bad.”

@ ddora-kken 2024, do NOT rewrite, translate or repost without permission!

#fics: jujutsu kaisen #fics: itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader

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ominoose · 9 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Reader Blurb: What each of the Moon Knight men would be like playing Minecraft.

☽ 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 - The Builder

× Expect your Minecraft world to be 100% vegan. No animals are allowed to be harmed in this world because "There's enough of that in the real world!". When you first spawn in Steven will be off destroying all the grass in sight for seeds, leaving you to start breaking trees. If you gather any dropped saplings and apples to give to him he'll be endeared, promising to plant several trees at your future base in your honour.

× Building an actual base will take ages. Steven will be extremely picky about where you settle down and will force you to wander several biomes for several days to find somewhere worthy, somewhere with a view. His favourite place to set up camp would be next to a pyramid or sand village, but you'll have to force him to move on on account of there being no actual resources or places to grow the farm he's insistent on.

× When Steven's finally found somewhere worthy of a base, he'll get to building without asking, silently expecting you to go take care of everything else. If you've managed to convince him not to play on peaceful, your first port of call should be mining for coal to make torches to keep mobs away at night, then craft sheers because, again, no animals are allowed to be harmed ever (he will know and you will be hearing a loud "Oi!" down the mic).

× If he so much as clocks any sort of non animal or villager mob at any distance he'll be startled and shutting himself inside, shouting at you to "Kill it, bloody kill it!", his pacifist streak temporarily gone. When he's not under threat of zombies sitting under trees 70 blocks away in another biome, he'll be decorating your base with all the flowers he can find, covering every single block ("No, it's not a mess, it's art. You know the Egyptians believed-").

× He will not go into any caves, ever. You managed to coax him once, piquing his interest with the prospect of glowstone that he could decorate your shared home with, but the moment he heard a cave sound he got such a fright the headset fell off. Steven has never went back.

× When you're out doing literally everything else to keep both of you going, Steven has secretly moved your Minecraft bed next to his and adopted ten dogs and seven cats.

"What? What- No love your bed was always next to mine, remember? Yeah! Yeah, totally- totally always been there. Why are the beds dyed red and blue? Well... Well it's British, innit?"

☽ 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 - The Fighter

× Minecraft with Marc is serious. It's tactical. His aim is to have the Ender Dragon gone within five minecraft business days. That goal has never been obtained in that time frame but he's insistent that it's possible. When you first spawn in you're expected to be gathering wood and killing any sheep in sight, he want's a basic base of dirt created before night down and if you haven't at least got a set of stone tools, beds and torches he'll be brooding, "If you actually took things seriously, we could've been in The End right now.".

× If you don't like fighting mobs like zombies or skeletons Marc will be teasing you for it, for a good while at that. However, the moment you get hit by even a baby zombie he is charging over with an enchanted sword, full armor set, jumping and swinging at the enemy mob. From that moment on he will demand you to put on a full armour set if you haven't already, "I don't care about your stupid skin, put on the helmet now."

× Tries to be a red stone engineer every now and again, making automatic farms and tries to calculate how to properly take advantage of the villager economy but fails every time without fail, sending him into a huff. The only thing he can truly manage is carts, so if you can sort out some red stone contraptions for him he will be genuinely impressed, maybe even leaving some cool loot in your chests when you aren't looking.

× Marc complains when you bring a single dog home, and only further complains when you bring home a whole pack, "I'm not feeding them or looking out for them when you get yourself blown up!". However, given some time, he will feed them and die for them. Marc is the first to name them, giving them cliche names like Buster, Lucky, Oreo, coupled with a few Star Wars themed ones like Chewy. If you draw too much attention to it he will deny it, but if you don't, and you're traveling together, you might hear him mutter a "Good boy." when he makes the dogs sit. What you won't hear is him speaking for a good ten minutes if one of the dogs die, and trying to get him to talk will only get you snippy responses.

"No. I'm not sad. No, I don't miss Woof2D2. Drop it."

☽ 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 - The Miner

× Jake is the most casual Minecraft player. Nothing scares him, nothing startles him, it's almost uncanny how relaxed he is with the game. When you spawn in he's just ambling around, whistling as he breaks some trees, maybe even picking a few flowers, "Do a twirl amigo." as he throws them at you like he's at a strip club. When he passes some mobs he'll casually mutter greetings, "Hola vaca, hola oveja, hola enredadera," before he starts attacking them, still whistling. He'll be perfectly happy to build a 6x6 dirt base and live in it permanently, so you will have to take over base building.

× Whatever you want to do, Jake will go with it. You want to follow a treasure map? He's stocking on food. You want to fight the Ender Dragon? He's crafting arrows. You want to go fishing? He's overjoyed, already at the nearest body of water and singing a little tune. When you don't have a particular to-do list ready and you're both just hanging around, he'll be in the mines, and he will stay in the mines until you need anything. Unless you call him out, asking for supplies or wanting to go somewhere, he will be in there for days on end, crafting chests to empty his ever growing inventory. Cave sounds and creepers don't scare him at all, if you ever join him in the caves and get a fright he'll be letting out a full belly laugh at you, and every now and again will creep up on you shouting "Boo!" to spook you, giggling mischievously to himself.

× The plus side to him constantly yearning for the mines is your endless supplies of ingots, diamonds, obsidian, etc. By the fifth day in you are fully decked out in armour, compasses, shears and could power a working, life-sized, red stone television. It seems to sooth him, just being able to mind his own business wandering the caverns while hacking at stone with his pickaxe, so if you ever need a single thing from the caves he will be chomping at the bit to do it.

× Jake only has beef with one group of mobs, and it's the Pillagers. The first time he saw them scouting nearby with a flag he was confused, "¿Qué? Why are the ugly squid men here?", thinking they're stray villagers as he goes to trade some emeralds. For the first time ever he is startled when they attack him, thinking they are out to avenge all the Villagers he secretly bullied when you both found a village. Jake fights back viciously, for the first time in some sort of huff as he plays and cusses out the screen when he dies.

× It will take a bit for him to get back into his relaxed mood after the ordeal, if he comes back to the game at all. Coax him with some foods other than meat, like a cake, cookies, baked potato, etc and he'll cheer up as if you've actually baked something for him in real life,

"Oh? Gracias. I will use this as fuel when I go back to murder the rest of those calamares bastardos."

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #the first gif is steven when you tell him he he can't start placing dirt blocks in the house for flowers #(he hasnt figured out about pots)#second gif is marc when you bring him dog 7 #third gif is jake seeing the pilligers 10 days after they first killed him #love how i dont write for a year then when i first do its mk minecraft what the flip #omiwrites

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shadowdaddyazriel · 2 years

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3 Batboys walk into a Birchin... (Feyre x Batboys

SUMMARY: What would’ve happened if Feyre had joined all three bat boys in the birchin?

warnings: smut. it’s just smut. FxMxMxM. 18+ only.

“Azriel won. His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently. The three of them had entered the cabin an hour later, dripping snow, skin splotched with red, grinning from ear to ear. Mor and I, snuggled together beneath a blanket on the couch, only rolled our eyes at them. Rhys just dropped a kiss atop my head, declared the three of them were going to take a steam in the cedar-lined shed attached to the house, and then they were gone. I blinked at Mor as they vanished, letting the image settle.

“Another tradition,” she told me, the bottle of amber-colored alcohol mostly empty. And my head now spinning with it. “An Illyrian custom, actually—the heated sheds. The birchin. A bunch of naked warriors, sitting together in the steam, sweating.”

I blinked again.

Mor’s lips twitched. “About the only good custom the Illyrians ever came up with, to be honest.”

I snorted. “So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating.” Mother above.

Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind.

Lech. Go back to your sweating.

There’s room for one more in here.

I thought mates were territorial. I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck.

I’m always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling. ”

— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight.

And if I were interested?

I would be happy to give you everything you could ever want, he says into my mind. Especially this.

Sounds like maybe it’s you that wants it more, I joke. I can feel him purring like a cat through the bond.

Maybe so, Feyre Darling.

A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of the three huge illyrians I’d become so close with touching me, worshipping me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit intrigued. I tried to imagine the scene in my mind. Would their focus all be on sharing me? Would they share each other? Heat flooded my core at the thought of the three males entangled with one another.

We’ve been known to, on occasion, Rhys says into my mind with a dark chuckle.

My cheeks heat. I must have been so enthralled in the thought that it had sent down the mating bond. I decided then that I wouldn’t let myself pass up this opportunity. I chose to trust the males huddled within the birchin to not ruin our friendship over a sharing of mutual pleasure. They had done this before, I tell myself. Their friendships all seem very much intact.

I’m coming, I push down the bond to Rhys.

Yes, you will be, he purrs back.

We’re here whenever you’re ready, Feyre Darling. I could feel his lust laced through every word. Butterflies scattered throughout my stomach as I realize what I’m about to do. Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and walk to the door of the birchin. I knew they could hear me long before I would open the door, but still stopped to gather myself.

As I reach for the door handle, I feel my mate’s warm voice once more sneaking into my mind.

No clothes in the birchin, my love. House rules.

Gods, I knew he was probably smirking right beyond the door, anticipating how nervous I’d be. I quickly shed my clothes, kicking off my boots as I went. Not letting myself pause again for fear that I’d back out, I open the door and quickly shut it behind myself.

It’s so dim in here. It takes me a few moments to adjust to the lack of lighting when my eyes find my mate’s. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.

“Looking as delicious as ever, my love,” he purrs, reaching out his hand to me. My breath catches as I see how hard he already is, erection pressing against his abs. I near him as he pulls me to stand between his legs.

“Hi, baby,” He says only loud enough for me to hear, flashing me a sly smile. I grin back at him nervously.

Finally brave enough to glance around the room, I see Azriel to my left, sitting on the bench, steam and sweat coating his chest, sticking certain strands of his raven black hair to his forehead. His arms lounge on the back of the wooden bench, wrists limp. Noticing I had turned my attention to him, his hazel eyes shine with something wicked, lush pink lips tugging up at one corner. Gods, Azriel was beautiful.

“Feyre Darling, Azriel won today’s snowball fight. That’s a pretty big deal around here. Wanna go congratulate him?” Rhys purrs, kissing along my lower abdomen, hands holding my hips as he works. I hesitate, nervous to be the first to break the tension between the four of us. Rhys looks up at me, reassurance and love in his eyes. He turns me in his arms, giving me a light tap on my ass as I start towards the shadowsinger.

His hazel eyes stare into mine with such intensity I feel like I might melt. I stop a foot away from him, wringing my hands in front of me. A corner of his lips turns upwards in a wicked smirk as he makes no move to show me where he wants me. His eyes survey my body as I stand before him.

“You look positively terrified, little mouse,” Azriel hums, letting out a dark chuckle.

I open my mouth to speak but for the life of me can’t recall words when my eyes land on his huge length, hard and against his stomach now.

“It’s okay, my love. Az will be gentle… at first,” Rhys murmurs from his seat across the birchin. I nod, stepping closer to Azriel. Taking a deep breath to still myself, I decide I am going to be brave. Swinging one leg at a time over him, I straddle Azriel’s lap, mere inches from that beautiful mouth. He groans in quiet approval.

Azriel’s hands snake up my thighs to grab my ass. In one rough motion, he pulls me down onto him. My core glides against the length of him and he shudders. One hand moves in between us and grips the sides of my throat, squeezing just enough that it sent a rush of euphoria to my head. He uses his grip on my throat to pull my face down so that our foreheads were touching. He pants into my mouth, attempting to control himself before moving.

“Are you always..” he growls, “this fucking wet, Feyre?”

Those words drag an animalistic sound from deep in my chest. Azriel drops his head lower, lips wrapping around my right nipple as his hands massage and palm my breasts. His warm, wet tongue circles my nipple, sucking and biting at it. My hips begin to rock against his, almost involuntarily.

“Gods-” I groan loudly, rubbing myself against Azriel. It suddenly occurs to me that my mate is still behind me, and my cheeks begin to burn at the fact that I have ignored him. I hope he isn’t jealous or hurt. I crane my neck to look behind me. And what I see makes my core begin to throb.

Rhys has his hands tangled in Cassian’s hair as the two erotically smash their mouths together, the feirceness of it something to behold. I watch as my mate’s tongue delves into Cassian’s open mouth when Azriel begins to demand my attention again. He moves from my nipple to the most sensitive parts of my neck. He licks a line from the base of my throat up to my jaw, pulling a deep moan from my lips.

Dragging his hand up to grip the hair at the nape of my neck, Azriel brings my mouth to his. His kiss is deep and sensual. A stark contrast to the one I just witnessed. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth slowly along it as he releases it. I stop and look at him for a moment, his beautiful hazel eyes hooded and lustful.

Still looking at him, I drag myself along his length again. He groans at the contact and the glide of me. I throb against him, so turned on by all of this that I forget any reservations I may have had.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He purrs, pushing me up and off of him. I whine in protest, but he continues the movement anyway. Before I can process what’s happening, Azriel has picked me up, wrapping my legs around his powerful torso. He walks over to where Rhys and Cassian are still interlocked.

He sits me on that section of the bench, kneeling in front of me. Having Azriel between my legs was a sight I didn’t realize I would enjoy quite as much as I did.

Strong hands find my shoulders and slide down my arms as Rhys sits behind me, legs straddling my own as we both sit on the bench. Cassian walks behind Azriel then, wrapping his hand around Azriel’s throat underneath his jaw and pulling Azriel’s face up to look at him. Cassian leans down then and Azriel parts his lips softly as Cassian devors his mouth. I am pretty sure my jaw unhinges at the sight. The smell of my arousal must be overwhelming at this point. I am practically dripping, desperate for any contact. Cassian releases Azriel’s neck but stays standing behind him.

A devilish look from Azriel is my only warning before he begins kissing my inner thighs. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that render me speechless. I throw my head back, leaning it onto Rhys’s shoulders. Rhys’s hands come up around my body to grope my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers in a way that sends bolts of pleasure to my core.

Azriel continues towards my cunt slowly as Rhys continues his movements. The two of them have me mewling like a kitten as Cassian watches, pumping himself slowly behind Azriel, looking at how splayed open I am.

Rhys latches his mouth onto my neck as he continues his work on my nipples. Azriel finally reaches my core and his kisses stop. He hovers over my clit, looking up at me in anticipation.

“Look at me, little mouse,” he murmurs, blowing on my clit. I writhe against Rhys at my back, desperate to be touched.

I look down at Azriel and watch as he oh so slowly opens his mouth, tongue licking one smooth line all the way up my pussy. My whole body shudders, seeing that perfect man on his knees, staring up at me as he licks me. He does that one more time before latching onto my clit, suckling and swirling. His mouth is so warm and delicious. I buck my hips against him, hands lacing in his hair to pull him closer.

Rhys groans behind me, pressing his length harder into my back. Cassian walks forward then, legs parted to stand over Azriel as he suckled at me. Pumping his proud length, he touches the tip of his cock to my lips in invitation. I groan, opening my mouth for him as he slides into my mouth. He lets out a feral groan, hand cupping under my jaw.

“My sweet filthy girl,” Rhys purrs in my ear, hands trailing my whole body with feather-light touches. “Does this turn you on? Me watching as my best friends eat your pussy and fuck your pretty little mouth?”

I groaned at his words, pressing Azriel’s face harder against myself as I took more and more of Cassian’s cock in my mouth, eager for what else was in store for me. Azriel hummed in approval, hands attaching to the insides of both my thighs to splay me open even more so he had better access.

I take all of Cassian then, gagging and swallowing around the huge girth of him as he holds a hand to either side of my face. He throws his head back in euphoria, cock twitching as he comes in my mouth. I swallow his cum once he pulls out of my mouth, and he lovingly grabs my chin before releasing me.

Suddenly, Azriel sucks harder, my moans becoming louder. I thrust myself against his face as he dines on me. I begin to see stars as I come against his mouth and I can’t do it, can’t do it, can’t do it. I move to push him away but Rhys grabs both of my hands and pulls them behind my back as Cassian reaches around Azriel to hold my legs open.

Tears stream down my face as the shadowsinger continues to devour me. Seconds later, I am greeted by another wave of pleasure, moans transforming into sobs in my throat.

“Oh, GODS, AZ-” I yelp out, unable to control myself. I come down off my second high, sure they will release me but they still don’t. Azriel’s lips leave my clit for a moment, giving me sweet relief but he looks up at me and I know I’m not getting off that easy.

“Come on, bunny. You’ve got one more in you for me. Let me taste you come one more time. I just can’t get enough of you,” Azriel grins, his unbelievably gorgeous face glistening with me.

“I can’t,” I whine, yanking against Rhys’s hold on my arms. He plants a sweet kiss to my temple and holds my hands still. Rhys and I know each other very well in the bedroom, and I know he would never genuinely hold me against my will. I was reaping just as much pleasure from this as everyone else.

Azriel reattaches his mouth to me, flicking his tongue even quicker than before. It takes no time before I’m writhing and crying out with my release again. Licking me clean, Azriel rises to his knees. With a wolfish grin, he leans over my shoulder and attaches his lips to Rhys’s. Rhys moans at the taste of me on Azriel’s tongue. I could have come again from the sight alone. When Azriel releases Rhy’s mouth, he moves to mine, pressing sweet and soothing kisses with his soft and plush lips.

His tongue swirls my own sensually. He pulls away to stand up, and Rhys lifts my hips. I go to stand, thinking that’s what he wants me to do when I feel him line himself up with my entrance and yank me back down onto him. I yelp as I adjust to the size of him.

Desperate to show my mate just how much I loved him and worshiped him, I rode him, doing all the work for him and putting on a damn good show as I did. He whimpered underneath me, throwing his head back, guttural cries raking their way up his throat. Flicking my eyes across the room, I find Azriel panting, watching Rhys enter me over and over. Cassian knelt between Az’s legs, sloppily swallowing his cock. Cassian’s head bobbed as Az bucked up into his mouth, but Azriel’s eyes never left the spot where Rhy’s cock fucked up into me.

In a much shorter time than usual due to my wetness and both our intense arousal, Rhys spills into me, cock twitching with effort as he bites down on my shoulder, shuddering in pleasure. I come again at the feeling of him, pulsing around him as he poured himself into me.

Slowly, I stand up off him. I turn to stand between his legs and notice him gaping at the sight of his cum dripping out of me and down my legs. My face heats and I swear I will never get enough of him.

The sounds behind me catch my attention and I turn, catching Azriel near his climax. The sounds between the two were utterly obscene as Cassian drooled all over him. With a loud groan, Azriel stiffened and stilled, spilling his cum into Cassian’s mouth.

He collapsed backwards, panting. Cassian turned to me, pressing his lips to mine in demand. My lips parted for him as he spit Azriel’s cum into my mouth, swirling it between us with his tongue. I could feel it dripping down our chins as Azriel and Rhys watched, both pumping themselves slowly. The whole thing was so filthy I thought I might evaporate. I was so gods damned turned on.

Pulling back from Cassian, I turn to look at Azriel whose eyes are blown wide as he sucks down a breath, looking at his cum smeared on mine and Cassian’s chins. He reaches out a hand for me and I oblige, nearing him.

“Little mouse, you do still owe me a prize if I’m not mistaken,” he hums, planting light kisses to my hip bones. I turn to look at Rhys, who’s eyes are locked on Azriel’s mouth as he palms his still soaked cock.

Azriel pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling him as his proud length twitches between us, begging for attention.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Feyre,” he murmurs, kissing at my collarbones.

“I want you to fill me with you, Azriel,” I say, stroking him lightly. “Don’t hold back.”

I line him up with my entrance and he lets out an obscene groan as I sink down onto him and gods he feels perfect. I bounce on his cock, eager to please him after how long he spent pleasuring me.

I hear moans from behind me and assume the other two are finding their pleasure while watching us, but when I turn, I see something much better. Cassian is behind my mate, pounding into him as they both watch Azriel plunging into me with an unparalleled ferality. My mouth waters at the sight. I wasn’t sure why it was so arousing to me, but gods, it was.

Azriel picks me up and in one swift move, lays me back against the bench until he is above me. He slides back into me with a whine, and pounds into me even harder than before.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he coos, wrapping his hand around my throat once more and squeezing the sides of my neck. I oblige, sticking my tongue out slightly.

Azriel puckers his lips and spits into my mouth. I moan as I feel his saliva mix with my own as he slides in and out of me. I closed my mouth, swallowing his spit as I stared into those fierce hazel eyes.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs.

His rhythm begins faltering and his thrusts become urgent and messy. He fucks me harder as his cock begins to twitch, spilling his cum inside me as he thrusts into me one last time and remained there, gasping into my mouth as we both attempted to reground ourselves. He eventually sits up and slides out of me with a low groan and watches as his own and Rhys’s cum mixed together on the inside of my thighs.

At the same time, Cassian finishes as he thrusts into Rhys, the two of them collapsing as well. We all lay down on the floor of the birchin together, catching our breath and throwing random limbs across one another. Eventually, we all begin to stir. We all shower, it both intimate and comfortable. We then all make a snack and huddle around the fire until we eventually all doze off.

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alovesongshewrote · 1 year

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Could you share headcanons any fluffy The Lost Boys hcs? I love them being polyamorous with each other.

ofc! they're kind of chaotic, i hope you like them. there isn't much physical romance here, but the fluff still fluffs

It's totally Normal to Move into a Cave with the Homies and Care for the Homies and Gently Kiss the Homies and | General Lost Boys Hcs

Any fluffy hcs you say?

hehehehehe, ok

So, I 100% love and adore the “marko keeps pet pigeons in the cave” thing

I think he named them after everyone else

There's a paul pigeon, a dwayne pigeon, a david pigeon

He will change the names depending on his mood

Like, if a certain pigeon and a certain boy are pissing him off at the same time

The boy and the pigeon share a name for a week

Paul is a regular victim of this

Rip paul

Speaking of paul

He’s got a sick jacket, right?

Yeah, yeah he does

And he takes that shit off at every opportunity

I don’t blame him, it’s california and they’re all wearing leather jackets

In what has to be the summer

Idk if vampires can feel heat the way humans can, but like

Still

Anyway, he takes it off any chance he gets

Someone’s kinda cold?

Here, have the jacket

About to commit an especially bloody murder?

Maybe take off the jacket, so it “won’t get dirty”

The boys got max’s sort-of girlfriend’s son to drink blood?

Time to take off the jacket

And ofc, this means that literally everyone else makes a game of hiding it when they inevitably find it lying somewhere

Marko does this the most, like literally, every time he sees the coat he just

Hides it

Dwayne will also hide it, with less frequency, but with more tact

He puts that fuckin coat in the Weirdest Places, it’s great

And lastly, david plays the least, but when he does, no one can find the fucking jacket for a week

And he’ll just sit there, drinking blood from a wine bottle and eating unseasoned chinese food, completely unbothered, acting like he’s above it all

Paul knows who hides his shit tho

They all have tells

But he doesn’t say anything because the game is Fun

(bonus: laddie, the randomly acquired child that this polycule adopted, sweet Son Boy Allowed also partakes in the game- kind of. He’ll find the jacket lying around and use it as a blanket. It’s cute, makes undead hearts melt, laddie is Everyone’s son/younger brother and they Care About Him)

Also, speaking of jackets

If we go back to marko for a sec

I’ve got a hc that everyone is constantly on the lookout for extra shit he can add to his jacket

It’s genuinely really nice

It’s like

A group project

“Lets decorate marko- by The Lost Boys”

Anyway, onto dwayne

I think either he painted the big ass cat on his jacket, or marko did

(marko likes to decorate things)

When the big ass cat first made its appearance, paul fuckin

Made a cat noise/growl at dwayne

Yknow that weird growl sound dustin henderson makes in stranger things? It’s that, that’s the sound

And it actually gets a smile out of dwayne

Speaking of which- and this is more or less unrelated to anything- but personally i think the relationship between dwayne and paul is underrated

They’re fuckin cute, ok?

Paul brings dwayne books (not necessarily good ones, but it’s the thought that counts) and if he isn’t hiding it, dwayne bring paul music stuff- tapes and such for the stereo in the cave

They know each other’s interests and they make an effort to support each other, it’s lovely

Also, if he’s not hiding it, and if his hands are free, dwayne will hold paul’s jacket for him

As said, marko always hides the jacket, and david

Honestly, david hands the jacket to marko

Ik i sort of characterize paul and marko as the ones who Cause Problems On Purpose, but david is just as bad

Speaking of david

This bitch, i care about him

He acts like he doesn’t give a shit

Like he doesn’t love his boys

But that’s bullshit

He’d kill for them in a fucking second

Also, i think he shields them from max’s less pleasant tendencies

Like, he can’t hide them from max

And he can’t hide max from them- not like he does with star

But if he knows max is in a shit mood

A real shit mood

He’ll do his best to get the boys to go somewhere else

He acts like a bitch, but he genuinely cares- oh my god

He’s

No, i don’t want to say it

He’s a fucking tsundere.

Ok, im gonna go sleep off that realization, wish me luck lmao

(Final bonus: if anyone ever questions the relationship, the boys just gaslight the shit out of whoever does the questioning.)

Paul, sitting in Marko's lap: What do you mean you don't kiss the homies goodnight?

Dwayne, hugging David from behind (which david puts up with for the bit, not because he enjoys physical affection, noooo): That's fucked up man.

Marko, with a hand in Paul's hair: You've gotta kiss the homies goodnight, man

oh god

this doesn't have to do as much with someone questioning the relationship, but

David: What do you mean your blood isn't in your homie's veins?

help, oh god, i need to sleep

#the lost boys hcs #the lost boys #poly!lost boys #idk what else to tag this

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Do you also believe that the are fallen angels in WHB?

(yes this the same person ,who keeps asking every blog about the game ,it’s fun knowing people opinion while we wait for the game ,don’t know if it’s seen as annoying though)

Lucifer regions name is called Paradise Lost ,which is very interesting for me a,and that most of his underlings are covered in bandages.

And I think Gabriel knows more than he lets on ,but idk ,maybe he has no knowledge about Gods whereabouts.

It's not annoying at all! It's lovely that you do that, keeps all of us hyped and all, plus, it really is fun seeing the different responses and opinions. So, ask away whatever and whenever you want!

This is, again, long, and... Uh, cw for biblical stuff, too? Ig? Now!

As for the fallen angels... I have conflicted thoughts about it. On one hand, we know that God created angels, and made them love only him, blindly, to the point of them being hardcore yanderes. Very poor decision making there, give them a hobbie or something, otherwise they'll get overwhelming, you know? Point being, angels suffocated him, so he went and created devils, or demons dealers choice for words. Which is the first (and probably bigger) departure from biblical mythos as far as I'm aware.

Now, do keep in mind that while I know a lot of the common knowledge, grew-up-surrounded-by-catholicism things, I have never actually read the Bible past some audio cassettes I had when I was... In kindergarten or so, and thus might have some things wildly off, however... Demons were originally just sort of there, the bad and evil, the shadows and temptations every good christian fought against, and were opposing God, his teachings and love. Angels fell from grace and turned into demons themselves, dedicated to corrupting humankind and stealing their souls. Right? God didn't create them, he was actively seeking to banish them from existance in the eternal fight of good and evil. But, in WHB, they are created by God himself, who seeked less obsessive company. I suppose they're still opposed, freely going about life vs obsessively reaching for the target of their affection, an interesting parallel shown in how angels dealt with God's disappearance vs how demons dealt with Solomon's, but there's no longer an element of falling from grace, so I'd say that fundamentally and going from that train of thought... No, there aren't fallen angels? At least, not in the traditional sense I would understand it.

On the other hand, we do see there's a seed that can force a demon to turn into an angel (how, or what changes it creates, I have no idea), so the opposite should also be true, angels should be able to turn into demons, thus making the statement that fallen angels do exist true. We'll probably see some of this early on thanks to Gabriel getting caught and apparently ending up siding with us one way or another (unless he's one of the makes no sense but you can buy his card and use him on your battlefield type), be it from his doubt, actually "falling" and/or some impressive mental gymnastics.

Breaking free from their blind devotion could mean no longer being angels, though, since that's their most prominent racial (ish?) trait. It's like taking a cat and giving it the ability to bark instead of meow? If it makes sense? And could make them no longer worthy of being angels, creatures that exist only to fawn over their creator.

Conclusion: i have no fucking idea. Or rather, it depends on how you see it? Are they truly falling, as seen on, idk, Obey me or other media? No. Would they change from one to the other in a way that is easily explained as falling? Well, yes. Way I understand it, personally and until further info, it's like changing on a fundamental level, as if you're playing an rpg and change race from elf to orc, to chose two well known "opposites", rather than getting demoted and branded as no longer welcome. It does give some interesting xeno potential, as a side note.

Hope it made sense! Now, onto the second part of the question!

It is interesting, and suggest that he, and probably some other buggers from the Ars Goetia that were angels became devils from one reason or the other, and one way or another. Either that or he's edgy. He does seem to fancy himself all the fucked up healers so far, for whatever that means in his character and status.

As for Gabriel... Well, as I said, I think we'll get some insight from him on the fallen subject, and on how angel society works in general, since the other two don't show up much so far. But from what we can gather of his character, I think he's not the sharpest tool on the shed, and rather a delusional, overbearing yan who wants his daddy back rather than a cunning mastermind who knows Details and Info of the plot. If he knew where God is, he would have already fled to be with him or get him back somehow, I'd say. He's fun, though, can't wait to bully him.

#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?

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pretentiouswreckingball · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag lovely kay @xjustakay <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Six so far!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

57,991 —which might not seem much but still, very proud of it, specially because a year ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed writing that many words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far only marauders, but I have some drarry/golden trio era in the making, as well as some PJO and GO so, we’ll see!

4. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I don’t have that many I’ll only put my top three:

Archenemies (or so he thought) -> Sirius hunts down his bestie James for ditching him on a prank and finds him cuddling with the enemy (a black cat) who turns out to be more of a pain in the ass than he expected, especially because for some reason, the little shit acts a lot like his brother.

Don’t threaten me with a good time -> Ah, Black cats, mischievous little things, aren’t they? Known for being a pain in the ass for older brothers, a good companion for best friends and devil incarnated for lovers and love ones alike.

When it rains -> It all comes down to a certain bus stop on a rainy week. Between interesting chats, pastries and being almost ran over by a purple car, there’s something about the person they share the bus stop with that seems familiar. (Basically a bunch of meet-cutes and pinning idiots being, well, idiots)

5. Do you respond comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! I love responding to comments but sometimes I tell myself I’m going to answer later in the day and I forget :( but I do love comments, they make my day every time. 💘

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hands down it will be slow dancing in the dark, the whole fic is quite angsty, at least for me, but I wouldn’t say it has a angsty ending, maybe a little— nvm I just re-read it. Yeah, it’s sad.

7. What is a fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

My babygirl some sunny day, that fic is my go-to when I remember this fandom is based in death, angst and misery hahaha. Some sunny day is like a, well, a ray of sunshine lmao. It has my favorite setting, my fave pairs and some Spanish here and there. Love it dearly.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no, maybe some weird ones but nothing that I would count as hateful. Really grateful for that, dunno what I would do if I were to receive those on a daily basis, never post again most likely lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Haven’t post smut yet but I wrote some, still in the doc and everything but is there, waiting to be posted 😈

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve written?

Not really my thing, no. but maybe! who knows

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, haven’t looked Wattpad yet tho.

12. Have you ever has a fic translated?

No, but if anyone would want to, it would be lovely!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It’s in the making, actually! @sequinhaze and I are doing a drarry fic, so there’s that 😌

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All-time favorite is a not easy to answer, i mean currently it’s drarry and jeggy but my first was Percabeth and Solangelo, I was a sucker for them and still am. So maybe them.

15. What’s a wip you what to finish but doubt you ever will?

The empire of the sun trilogy jsjsjs maybe I’ll finish the first one but the other two seem pretty far away for me right now, but one never knows so.

Also copying Kay’s answer here because my google docs also looks like a graveyard of unfinished works lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I believe I give a solid characterization and maybe storytelling (?? Inner monologue maybe? love to see the chaos i created in my little puppets.

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Run on sentences, I’ve been told I tend to do that a lot hehe and comas —also it costs me greatly to just write, if I’m not in the mood it’s hard for me to just go for it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

1000% I’m favor. Some of my fics have French/Spanish in them, I like the idea of leaving non-spanish speakers to go to the end notes or to google translate or straight-up wonder what the hell I’m talking about jsjsj

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Some 1D and JB back in the day, so you bet your asses y/n and I were besties

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

About time, scars and the brightest stars is my absolute favorite. That fic is the love of my life, it has everything I love and more and rn I can put the link bc I took it down so I can finish it all and post it in one go but yeah, that one.

no pressure tags: @sequinhaze @a-fiery-fox @residentrookie @magswrite @fruityindividual @nevvaraven @inevitablestars @arakhnee

#this took me more time than I was expecting but I enjoyed it a lot #loops plays a game #tag games

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 (intro)

In which you're left to die after being bitten- but survive, hiding away with no memories and filled with fear, until a man with crimson eyes stumbles upon you.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, Vampire!Reader, Mild DDLG-Themes and aspects, angst, blood (duh), horror elements, mentions of murder and intended murder as well as other violent themes, more tba as the story continues

Additional chapter warnings: angst, memory loss, oof, fluff at the end?

Chapter length: short

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It's dark.

It's cold, and dark, but you don't dare move out of your hiding spot. You've got no idea who you are, what you are, how you got here or where you're supposed to go- you just know that you're scared, and that you don't want anyone to find you until you've figured at least some of it out.

You only know that you feel awful.

But there's another problem; someone's wandering around in this basement, ruins of the house you're hiding in not providing enough safety it seems.

You definitely won't be able to run away from them, considering the fact that your muscles feel weak and your bones heavy. It's as if you've ran a marathon- unable to get up any strength really to do anything about any of it, despite the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You're breathing quicker now, and you know that whoever is walking around has to be able to hear you.

You're prey waiting to be found, a mouse caught in the trap.

"ah~" a voice sounds out, before you can see the silhouette of a young man looking behind the old wooden table you've been hiding behind. "there you are." he simply says, more so to himself it seems- and you would've thought he sounds rather friendly, if it wasn't for his pale complexion and crimson colored eyes staring at you in the darkness, fueling your panic. You shuffle back, pressing yourself into a corner, before you can't help but start to cry- situation finally breaking you.

But he doesn't seem interested in hurting you.

jungkook had heard the commotion, smelled the blood, fear growing that his suspicion would turn out to be true; and it did, your distinctive scent all over the place. He'd told you not to try and find him, you'd promised to wait- and yet, curiosity killed the cat after all.

But did the cat truly die?

Because you're right there, terrified, big red eyes looking up at him as you tremble in your still blood-soaked clothes. A new you, reborn, Jungkook thinks to himself, as he watches you cry in the corner, curled in on yourself for protection. It reminds him of himself centuries ago- his own life having started similarly to yours it seems, if the amount of blood in the basement was anything to go by. You've died a violent death just like him- just to be reborn like this, confused, scared, lonely. You're you, but also not- fate playing dirty by giving you a new chance at life without your knowledge of what once was.

It makes him feel oddly protective over you, considering he knows who you've been before.

"ah, Jungkook!" you say happily, looking at him with your usual customer-friendly smile. "the usual?" you wonder, and he nods, granting a smile back. Coffee is one of the rare things he still gets like any other person here- a luxury he gifts himself every now and then, more regularly now that he's met you.

You've spilled his first coffee on him the first time- apologizing to no ends, blushed cheeks making his cold blood run a bit faster. He's been in love quite a lot over the centuries he's been alive (more or less), but you're a rare kind of love- you're a crush he'd actually pursue, you're someone he genuinely wants to get to know. It's a vampire-friendly coffee shop after all; you'd probably not be weirded out by what he was in that case.

Maybe he'll ask you out, flirt a little, just to see you blush again.

But it seems like fate had other plans.

"You'll be fine." he gently says, by now having squatted down close to you as his hand runs over your head. It takes a moment for you to realize, but when you do, it's as if something snaps into place. One look into his eyes, and in the next second, you've thrown yourself into the arms of the stranger who holds you until you're too tired to cry any longer, hands still grabbing his clothes tightly even while asleep.

You don't know what just happened, but Jungkook definitely does; the bond already blossoming as he carries you out the ruins and towards his home. It's a long road ahead of the two of you, but he refuses to let you walk it all alone like he had to himself all those years ago. You've clearly imprinted on him by pure instinct, giving all your trust blindly to him without being aware of what consequences this could hold for you.

You've chosen him.

And he'd be stupid not to choose you too.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #vampire jungkook imagine

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anotherobeymeblog · 8 months

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Obey Me cast relationship with MC songs (2023 edition)

Found this post when scrolling through my old posts from 2020 and decided it would be fun to give it another crack now that 1) we have a LOT more canon material to go off and B) my taste in music has expanded past just grandma songs (not that I don't still enjoy grandma songs ofc) Also adding Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon since I have a better grasp on their personalities now. (Well, only barely with Barbatos, but we'll get to that lol)

Warnings: mild spoilers for lesson 16 of the original game in Belphie's, some of these songs use gendered language when talking about the significant other (implied female: Mammon; implied male: Levi, Asmo) *this doesn't mean MC must be that gender in those scenarios*

Lucifer: Honey Moon by Birds in the Airport. Okay, starting off on a somewhat angsty note lol. But look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong. "...tear open every exit from the maze inside my mind" like come ON that's literally what MC does with Lucifer. Whether he'd verbalize any of this is another question entirely, but also isn't the point here.

Mammon: Fair by The Amazing Devil. I hemmed and hawed over this for a while, tbh. Wasn't sure if it was a lil too soft for his outwardly prickly ass, but I eventually settled on "this is him but he sure as hell isn't admitting it any time soon". The trouble with tsundere characters ig. But anyway he's a dork and the trying to make his partner laugh when they're mad at him felt very on-brand.

Leviathan: A Shitty Gay Song About You by Ezra Williams. I've associated Levi with this song for quite a while now. It has it all. Goldfish, self-deprication, pining, it's great. Oh, for Levi to lend me his sweatshirt tbh.

Satan: Cat Serenade by Beetlebug. Absolutely adorable song. It has cat metaphors, it has pining, it has the whole "I used to never open up to anyone but here we are", it's just super Satan in a lot of ways.

Asmodeus: Freckles by Kevin Atwater. I mean it's just adorable, first of all. But second of all, the theme of actually falling in love with someone for real when you're used to more casual relationships is pretty fundamental to Asmo's relationship with MC.

Beelzebub: Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone. Idk maybe this is a bit too straightforward but even outside of any food references, it's such a sappy, sacchirine love song that it really does feel Right for Beel, big babey that he is.

Belphegor: Grace, Anatomy by Homemade Haircuts. Okay, while this isn't really addressed in-game, if he ends up in a relationship with MC, the shit that happened in the attic is gonna be weighing pretty heavy on his mind for a long time. Between that and his general abandonment issues, this song is an excellent reflection of his feelings about MC (at least early on in the relationship), even if most of it is stuff he would never actually say out loud.

Simeon: Chai Tea by audrey. Yeah, yeah, I know the title sounds more Barbatos, but the song itself is just so cozy and easygoing. (Of all the possible words to describe Barbatos, I think "easygoing" is about the last thing that would come to mind). All the other love interests are a bit more... uh... intense. Whereas this song is literally just being incredibly sappy and drawing a quiet comfort from the other person's presence even without talking about anything in particular.

Diavolo: Touch Starved by BB Bean. This doesn't require much elaboration, I don't think. The title says it all. Like honestly. "I'm just tired of the bubble, I just wanna hand to hold" is deadass how he acts in every surprise guest (at least in the og game, less so in nightbringer lol). Just wants to feel normal smh

Barbatos: A Wistful Waltz by Teddy Hyde. Okay, I need to apologize to Barbatos stans bc I struggle so much to figure this guy out (which I suspect is the point, but it makes it damn hard to come up with headcanons for him). But based on my tenuous grasp on his personality and... odd dynamic with MC, I think this should fit the bill. It's subdued but with that underlying intensity that I always seem to pick up on with him.

Solomon: Painting Roses by Dresses. I actually don't have much explanation for this, but Solomon in Nightbringer especially is just. He's such a fuckin disaster, man. (I actually was torn between giving this song to Solomon or Satan, but I ended up going with Sol in the end)

#obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons

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zarinthel · 5 months

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dvd ask meme; nobody is asking about impel downer so clearly i have to. i think i’ve read this fic in it’s entirely three times so i’d wanna interrogate you about every chapter, but I’ll pick ch8 times up. there’s a lot i like in here, sybil and akainu’s “fight”, sybil’s last prophecy to akainu as they think they’re about to die (is it a prophecy, a threat, a hope, or. last fuck you, all of the above), canonizing oars death in a heartbreaking way that fits into your plot, more hints at sybil’s backstory (which i’m always dying over will we learn more) in her conversation with shanks and the doctor and their awkard silence reaction to just casual mention of how excessively fucked over sybil has been by the world government

ch8 of impel downer, Time's Up! what a throwback. i loved writing this chapter. now let's see what i remember of something i wrote (checks date) over two years ago lol.

one of my favorite things of shifting between povs in this chapter is that nobody is happy. not garp, not shanks, nobody. not a single person in this war except for blackbeard gained more than they lost.

shanks negotiations. the thing is, he doesn't want to fight. he's not actually interested in swinging the balance of the world any further, but he's also not willing to back down-- he wont let them have whitebeard's body. he won't abandon sybil to marine custody just because it would be "easier".

garp is actually helping him with the offer. but who knows if he'd actually go along with it if sybil hadnt broken their time clock while the arguement was still ongoing.

sybil and akainu. sybil has the strength of a properly made paramecia-- if you make the right circumstances, they can hit way above their level. but there's no way for them to actually hurt him, lol. sybil doesn't really have offensive skills. well, they could probably develop them, but they don't have them. so its a cat and mouse game where the most important things are this

they want to live

akainu wants them to die; its unthinkable to let someone ruin a marine admirals rep like that and live. the problem isn't that they didn't get clobbered but that they did in a way that made him look really bad and ineffective. Lol

"Everything..." They mumble, giving up on running as they focus all their energy into the venom of their voice. "Everything you build. It's gonna crumble. The seas will bleed red with the blood of your enemies, and it will be for nothing. The seas will part, the sky will fall, the---"

the prophesy/curse/fuck you.

sybil's got a lot of stuff their unsure of. a lot of memory problems. inconsistent recall. so maybe they don't know for sure, /memory wise/, that that will happen. but because they believe that they live in a world where Monkey D Luffy will become Pirate King, it's a prophecy. they say it and they believe it.

Oars Jr.

you know, i write a lot of tragedies, but i don't actually write a lot of death scenes. im the type of person who kills people off screen and then writes reactions. so, this one...

i hate when i kill off a character and its less impactful than the original canon. so i thought, this has to be at least as sad as when Oars died in marineford, and that scene was AWFUL.

but i was genuinely sad, you know. i saw the pieces come together, realized how sybil was going to get out, and i, the author, had to realize that oars wasn't going to live. even though i'd half thought he might. thats what happens when you put the puzzle together and then realize what it shows.

you can't save someone like ace and not lose /anything/. and not lose almost everything. you just have to think its worth it.

so, sybil's backstory. this is the first time they even lay most of it out-- we've met them at the start of their adventures in the grand line, but theyve been having a rough decade or so

a watchmaker in west blue, a bad, unlucky run in with a celestial dragon, a failure to pay the Heavenly Tribute dominoed off the original bad run in, a stay in Impel Down dominoed off that. and then, the part they've failed to explain after that of how a civilian who should have been floor 1 had ended up at floor 5.5. the circumstances around their devil fruit. a lot of stuff..

how can a seer not have contempt for the heavens?

how can a prisoner not despise their chains?

and despite all that, they saved ace not for grandiose reasons, but for personal ones. do you think your death would improve the world? Even if the answer is yes, it's fine if you still live!

oh, and then the bounty. that was fun. you know, i actually picked 99 million BEFORE i realized that was the same number as th rest of doflamingo's subordinates. lmao

#meta

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kirayaykimura · 1 year

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This was partially written because I think Lili is wild enough to believe practice kissing is a good idea and partially because @sabraeal and I have spoken at length about a jealous Soo-Won and I thought, “Yeah, those two things will pair nicely.”

Soo-Won was engrossed in whatever he was reading at the moment and Lili was bored. So bored. The most bored she’d ever been in her life. Actually, she took that back. Nothing would ever be worse than the hours spent learning how to be a proper lady. At least with this boredom, she could lay flat on the ground in Soo-Won’s office, place the book she’d been reading over her face, and announce, “I’m so bored!”

If she’d done that around her teacher, Eun-Bi, she would have been poked with a walking stick and forced to practice calligraphy until her fingers cramped and she could barely see straight. Soo-Won, however, simply hummed disinterestedly.

“Entertain me,” she demanded.

“And how would you like me to go about doing that?” he asked.

He obviously expected her to give up on her request. It was raining heavily, a rarity in the Sky Tribe that had forced them indoors hours earlier and had yet to let up, meaning a walk around the castle grounds was out of the question. The problem wasn’t either of them getting wet; it was more that everyone would fuss about them getting dirty or, worse, sick, and Lili didn’t feel like dealing with all that. If she asked Soo-Won to tell her a story, he’d just read whatever dry text he currently had open aloud. She knew this because it had happened multiple times. She knew the strangest tidbits about foreign economic relations.

Lili groaned, directionlessly dissatisfied with her life and hoping her vague vocal displeasure would lead to Soo-Won having a good idea. Soo-Won ignored her.

It was tragic, really, her life. Someone should write her story. It would certainly be more interesting and much sadder than the story she was currently reading, in which a woman falls in love with a man but they can’t be together because he lives on a remote island and she is too poor to afford the ferry to visit him. The fifth time the woman said, “Would that we could be together for every sunrise!” Lili got annoyed and gave up on the novel. Thus, her current state of using it as a mask instead of reading the words on the page. Just be together or don’t. She didn’t understand why she had to suffer terrible prose for a problem that could easily be solved via theft.

“Have you ever tried kissing?” Lili asked.

She’d stopped reading just as the two main characters were about to kiss - though they would almost certainly be torn apart at the last second just like all the other almost moments so far - and all she felt was over it. But there must be something she was missing, right? It was in every book Tetora recommended, and even some she’d found on her own. There had to be something to it if it was all anyone could talk about. And if he wasn’t going to offer up any entertainment himself, she was going to choose this as their topic of conversation.

There was a pause before Soo-Won said, voice light with just a hint of nervous laughter, “Pardon?”

Lili sat up, letting the book fall from her face to land gracelessly on her lap. “Kissing. Have you ever done it?”

“I, uh-” Soo-Won said, “no?”

His smile did not look comfortable. The tilt of his eyebrows was all wrong. Plus, there was the fact that he was smiling at all. The most she’d ever seen from him was a small quirk of the lips that she had interpreted as fond, and that hadn’t even been directed at another person. It had been to a cat who let him rub her belly for ten whole seconds before wriggling up off her back and out into the gardens again. Over the months spent with him, she’d learned that he only ever smiled when he was either faking hospitality or trying to politely redirect someone’s energies. This, of course, just made her want to pursue the topic even harder.

“Have you ever wanted to?” Lili asked.

“Oh, maybe,” he said. “When the time is right. At the moment, I have other things-“

“You can stop lying,” Lili said, cutting him off. She didn’t know if it was amusing or insulting that he thought she couldn’t tell he was lying through his teeth. “I don’t think I really want to, either, but other people seem really interested in it. I wondered why.”

“Oh,” Soo-Won said. He instantly relaxed, shoulders falling away from where they’d crept upwards and mouth smoothing out to something more thoughtful. It was quite the transformation.

“Wait,” she said before he could comment on her curiosity, “why do you look so relaxed now?”

“What’s that?” he asked evasively.

“You were really freaked out just now. What was that about?”

“Nothing at all!” He gave another fake laugh that Lili refused to dignify. She simply crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for him to fess up.

Sensing it was a lost cause, he gave an inaudible sigh, then said, “I thought you were going to ask me to do it.”

“Do what?”

She watched, delighted, as a blush spread across his soft, delicate cheeks. She had no idea why her question had inspired such a reaction, but it was always a good day when she could mortify the man to this point.

“Kiss you,” he forced out.

What? It took her a moment to piece together the broken fragments of his side of the conversation, but when they clicked, she asked, “You thought I was asking you to kiss me?” and then fell over with the force of her laughter.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“That’s hilarious,” she said, still very much laughing. “Why would I ever-“

Hold on. Pause. She sat up, abruptly serious, and said, “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Oh no,” was all Soo-Won said.

“You should kiss me.”

“I really shouldn’t.”

“We’ll finally get to see what all the fuss is about,” she said, ignoring him. “At the very least, we’ll get some practice enduring it, I guess, for people we actually like.”

“No,” he said.

She groaned, but his refusal wasn’t surprising. He really, obviously didn’t want to kiss her if the earlier part of their conversation was anything to go by. That was fine, though. She didn’t really want to kiss him either. She just needed someone.

She stood, tossed her abandoned book on a nearby table, and said, “Fine. I’ll go see what Ju-Do’s doing.”

“Ju-Do?” Soo-Won asked.

“Sure.” Lili shrugged. “He’s single.” Plus, they might yell at each other for a little bit and it was always fun to rile up Soo-Won’s staff.

“You’re going to ask Ju-Do to kiss you,” Soo-Won said.

“Yep,” Lili said. Then, “See ya.”

She made it about four steps before a hand caught her elbow. Soo-Won turned her back towards him and cupped her jaw with his free hand. She just barely registered that palm wasn’t as soft as she’d expected before he kissed her.

Oh.

Huh.

So this was what it was like.

It wasn’t unpleasant, she supposed. It wasn’t much of anything at the moment. Just a boy pressing his face close to hers. Though it wasn’t what she had planned, and though that plan had been formed less than five minutes ago, she’d be damned if she was going to let this opportunity pass her by without trying to get some sort of reaction. She moved her lips against his as he moved his hand from her elbow to her lower back, pulling her in closer and tilting her head just so and oh.

This was what it was like?

Well, hot damn. It seemed everyone was on to something after all.

Eventually, after an untold number of exploratory kisses, Soo-Won pulled back far enough for their lips to disconnect. Lili blinked her eyes open to a world in which she knew what kissing felt like and knew Soo-Won was kind of good at it. It was unfair that he’d picked it up quickly enough to give her goosebumps, and she would have been more upset if she had been thinking about anything other than how to get his mouth back on hers immediately right now.

“Don’t go to Ju-Do,” Soo-Won said.

She stared up at him, then asked, “Who?” two seconds before she registered what he was talking about.

His lips quirked upward in a small, rare, real smile. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t really smile at anyone because that thing was dangerous. Her heart gave a painful thump in her chest knowing that smile was meant for her, not some random cat that had wandered into his path. If it made him smile at her like that, she’d never remember Ju-Do again. It wouldn’t be much of a loss, anyway. He wasn’t old enough to interest her.

He stroked his thumb across her cheek, grounding her in the moment, and said, “Don’t ask Ju-Do to kiss you.”

“I’ll do whatever I want,” she said. It was a token protest at best, and they both knew it. “But you did a very thorough job of it, so I don’t need to ask anyone else for now.” She punctuated her statement with a friendly punch to his arm that she had never attempted before and never would again.

He glanced down at where she’d struck him, amused, before finally letting her go. The loss of his warmth as he stepped back made her goosebumps return for less pleasurable reasons. It was embarrassing how needy she was being at the moment. Over a boy who was obviously unaffected by all this. Over Soo-Won. Unacceptable. She dusted off her pride, raised her chin, and said, “Good work today.”

“You as well,” he said, clearly trying not to laugh at her.

They were saved from any more awkwardness by two short knocks on the door and Kye-Sook letting himself into the room. He spared her a brief, disdainful glance before focusing on the person he’d actually come for.

“Your majesty, you are needed in the library,” Kye-Sook said.

“Right now?” Soo-Won asked.

“Yes, sir. Immediately.”

“Would you excuse me?” he asked Lili.

She waved a hand. “Go.”

“Lady Lili, you cannot-” Kye-Sook started.

“I’m not going to stay here,” she said.

It was an argument they’d had many times before. She wasn’t allowed to stay in Soo-Won’s office without him because he was afraid she would snoop, which was funny because, one, she already knew the big secrets and, two, Soo-Won routinely let her poke around when he was in the room. Nothing had ever been made off-limits. He obviously hadn’t realized that because he was still enforcing the rule that she left when he did. Just like he hadn’t realized what she’d been doing with his precious king moments ago. His eyes narrowed slightly at her smug grin, confused by the departure from her normally annoyed reaction.

“Have fun at your meeting or whatever,” Lili told Soo-Won. Then, because Kye-Sook was watching, because she still wanted to, she stepped back into his space, rose up on her toes, and pulled his face down to meet hers for a brief goodbye kiss.

She left two stunned men in her wake, which was, frankly, her favorite way to exit a room. If she never got to kiss Soo-Won again, at least she went out on top.

#lili x soo won #liliwon #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #listen we don't know what lili and soo won get up to most of the time in the castle #you can’t prove this hasn’t happened in canon #anyway obviously the story after this is that they both try to play it so cool so casual #and make it about 4 days before he has her pressed against the door of a broom closet #it's really inconvenient for the cleaning staff #they wish the king and his...whatever lili is would get a room already #my fic

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i just got lucky and got a dm from ryu on twitter bc of the event and im so happyyyyy💖😭 it inspired me to write a request for you🥺 how about one-shot where ryu makes a special cocktail for reader while they are trying to hint on their crush on ryu/try to confess but it seems to fly over his head. however ryu knew all along and it ends in something sweet like a kiss🥺 i love your writings already and i had to think up something worthwhile for you to write hehe also hope your day is always nice and pleasant💖 thank you!

Writer's corner: You're so lucky! I'm so happy you got a DM from Ryu!! Unluckily I haven't received any... oof. Well, I'll try next time, though! Yay! Also, of course! Thank you for requesting it! I love writing about adorable stuff like this one! Hope you like it! If not, please let me know and ask for another one, so I can write something else for you! Enjoy~

Warnings: fluff and adorable stuff~ And Ryu-kun being Ryu

⋆𝓡𝔂𝓾 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮⋆ "𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓽."~

“Come on, y/n! You can do it!”, you said to yourself, standing in front of the Bar 4/7. You have decided to go there and, finally, try to confess your crush to Ryu. He was the bartender-in-training of that bar and, also, a member of The Cat’s Whiskers. It had been hard for you to finally decide to give it a try, but you actually had. You were standing exactly in front of that bar’s door!!

You sighed, sure to enter, and went for reach the door handle, but stopped because the door opened, revealing exactly Ryu’s shape. He smiled at you immediately, as he talked to you:

“Kawaii-chan/kun! (Cute-chan/kun) Long time not to see you!! You came to visit the charismatic bartender Ryu-kun~?”

He hugged you smiling while you were blushing because of his cuteness.

That nickname he gave you... You remembered why he called you by that and immediately got more embarrassed. It was because he told you once you were cute while booping your nose. It made your heart beat so fast.. You thought you were about to pass out!

“Oh, uhm.. Hi, Ryu! I went here to-”, you said, trying to hide your embarrassment as much as you could, but end up getting interrupted by him. Ryu looked at you still smiling and then grabbed your hand, starting running into the bar, yelling that he had to show you something.

“Ahahahahah!!! Ryu-kun learned how to make a new cocktail last night!!! Kawaii-chan/kun maybe wants to try it!!!! Right~?”, he said, making you sit in front of the bar counter. Then he ran behind it and started messing everything up, trying to grab some glasses and bottles. He opened every drawer and cupboard and threw some plates and glasses he didn’t need onto the floor, just like girls do with clothes while choosing what to wear. You giggled. Surely Yohei would have scolded him later! It wasn’t the first time he broke something by throwing it onto the floor on purpose, just because it’s fuuuun~.

Then you cleared your throat and breathed, trying to calm down. You had to focus more on the reason why you had gone there to see Ryu. You had to confess your feelings to him, or well.. at least try to!

“Ryu, I-”, he interrupted you again while running among the bar’s chairs.

“WHERE DID I PUT THE SOCK?!”

You opened your eyes wide. A.. a sock? Why did he need a sock? What for?! You stared at him, seeing that white-haired boy jumping on tables, in order to see from above the bar’s pavement. Then he ran up the stairs, letting you alone.

You stayed in front of the bar counter with a quizzical expression and tried to listen closely to what was going on upstairs. There was basically the place where Shiki and Ryu used to live.

After some seconds you heard running steps again and then you saw Ryu turning the corner, jumping happily towards the bar counter.

“HEHEHEHEH!!! I found it!!!!”, he said and then put blue sock, which also seemed to be used and.. oof.. stinky, on the table, next to a cocktail glass and some liquors’ bottles.

“I’mma create something interesting here! You’ll be surprised by how charismatic I am!!”, he said changing his voice, as he usually did, to a more excited one. Then you saw him starting mixing some of those bottles together into that cocktail glass. You looked for some seconds still, a little bit confused and shocked. Was he going to use also that sock? Was it his or Shiki’s?... Probably Shiki’s.....

Alright, y/n.. You can try again.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, and then try to speak again:

“Ryu... The reason why I came here actually is..”, you pointed your eyes to that crazy white-haired guy, who looked at you back with a curious expression on his face. You stopped.

Damn.. It was harder than you even expected. Ryu’s purple eyes were staring at yours, while his movements had stopped and he was still there holding that blue sock with his right hand and the cocktail glass with his left one. You did have no idea what to say and you barely thought to be able to hear your own heart beating faster. You hoped Ryu couldn’t also spot your heart’s beat.

“I...”

Now or never, y/n!

“I came here because I-”

He interrupted you again by laughing and starting mixing those stuff all together into the glass: “Kawaii-chan/kun came here to see me, because they missed me!!!! They can’t dislike Ryu-kun because Ryu-kun is the most charismatic bartender they have ever me-!!”

This time it was you to interrupt Ryu.

“Shut up for a second and listen to me, would ya?!!!?!!?”, you yelled, standing up, putting your hands on the bar counter and pointing your eyes on Ryu’s ones. You both were so close to each other that you even could feel his breathing... His look was shocked. Of course he didn’t expect you to scream suddenly.

“I LOVE YOU, RYU-KUN. I LIKE YOU!! I’VE HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR A LONG TIME..!”, you screamed, closing your eyes while saying it. Your body was shivering because of anxiety.

After your voice there was only silence. You realized that the silence was so deep that you even could listen to all those noises which were outside the bar. You didn’t have the courage to open your eyes.. Who knows how he’d have looked at you? Or even what he’d have said to you?

What you really knew was that you loved him, you truly did. And you knew it could have seemed strange, but you truly fell in love with him, with Ryu Natsume himself, and loved him for the way he was, even if he was annoying sometimes.

But you had to open your eyes. You had to face the reality, to face his reaction and his thoughts about it. You couldn’t hide behind your eyelids.

You didn’t manage to open your eyes that you felt a pair of soft but cold lips onto yours. After that you realized it was actually Ryu’s ones. Was it really happening?! That kiss was so adorable.. You had no words. Between that kiss he only said: “𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓽..” with a deeper voice and then re-kissed you.

He.. He knew it?! How...?

After the kiss you looked at him blushing red while he seemed to have put his usual crazily happy expression on his face. You had so many questions to ask him! You were about to say something when he told you:

“Ahahahahah! Kawaii-chan/kun is as red as a tomato!! Should I change your nickname and call you Akai-chan/kun (Red-chan/kun)?!... Well... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽~.”

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #paradox live cat's whiskers #the cat's whiskers #paradox live headcanon #paradox live headcanons #paradox live one-shot #one-shot #ryu natsume

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