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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Let Me Do It, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Dangerous Stunts

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

Summary: Alpha Epsilon Pi love their dangerous antics, but Y/N is there to make sure Rafe does them safely.

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Rafe grew up in the Outer Banks as a Kook. He got to do crazy, dangerous and illegal stunts all the time without any consequences. Add to the fact that he was a single guy and it was sure to be a recipe for disaster. However, when he got his Angel, his frat brothers would say he became the complete opposite. It is an over-exaggeration because he still does the risky stunts. The only difference: he does it a little more safely for his girl. One example is the famous cliff jump that everyone does whenever there is a cliff near water. The boys of Alpha Epsilon Pi and their guests all arrive at the beach with the sight of the fun activity and immediately most of the dare-devils want to be a part of that. “Dude, we have to do that,” Topper points out. Rafe enthusiastically nods his head, “We totally have to. I’m going to help Angel set up and then we can head up.” He turns to see the worried look on Y/N’s face. “Rafe, I don’t think you should do that. It looks dangerous,” she frets, watching as the person who just jumped splats across the water. It looks painful. He takes her hands into his and brings them near his heart, “Come on. Please, let me do it, Angel.”

She gives him a tilt of her head and can see how much he wants to do it. She lets out a sigh, “Fine, but only if you wear a life jacket.” Rafe is about to let out a celebratory cheer until he hears her condition. “Angel, none of the other guys are going to wear a life jacket. I don’t even think half of them own one,” he argues, not wanting to be the only one wearing one. Her expression doesn’t change, “Well, good thing you have a girlfriend who thinks ahead and who brought one. So either you wear the life jacket or you don’t go up at all.” The only person who can order Rafe Cameron around is Y/N Y/L/N. He listens to her command and sorrowfully puts on the jacket she is holding out to him.

The group set up their area and everyone who wasn’t going to jump was already relaxing on the sand when the others made the climb up the cliff. The Alpha Epsilon Pi group is all circled around the cliff, trying to decide who is going to go first. They notice Rafe’s added accessory. Kelce laughs, “What are you wearing?” “Shut up. Angel made me wear it. You are just jealous that you don’t have someone who cares enough about you to be concerned about your safety,” Rafe snaps, bringing his hand thumbs under the jacket. This causes Kelce to stop laughing and to look sad at the truth of the situation. Tired of the looks the group is giving him, Rafe runs toward the edge and throws himself off of it. Y/N can easily spot her boyfriend falling down the cliff with his life jacket on, heading into the water to meet him halfway. His head breaks the surface of the water to see his Angel swimming over to him and a massive smile grows on his face. He speeds up, so she doesn’t have to do that much work. He brings her legs around his waist once they meet because he knows she isn’t the strongest swimmer.

“Was it fun?” she questions, moving his wet hair away from his face. He looks at her with a sparkle in his eyes, “I did. Thank you for always wanting to keep me safe, Angel. I felt very secure when I jumped.” A sweet smile appears on her face and she brings their lips together.

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What do slightly tipsy fratboys do when they have two carts and an empty slopped street? Cart racing. Yet again, Y/N is there to make sure Rafe is just a little bit safer with his recklessness. “Helmets keep that amazing brain of yours safe. So I need you to wear one for me, Rafe,” she states while placing her bicycle helmet on his head. She has to loosen it a little to make it fight and then kisses him on the cheek. “Good luck. Kick Louis’ ass.” He grows cocky at her encouragement and hops into the cart. Daisy counts the boys down. As soon as she says go, they are pushed off down the hill. Rafe didn’t expect to be so fast and he quickly realizes he doesn’t have anything to stop himself. A car backs out of the driveway and he has nothing to save himself. The cart slams into the driver's side door and the motion causes him to fly backward onto the pavement. His head flings back against it, but thanks to the helmet on his head, more serious damage isn’t done.

Y/N comes running and tells him not to move. Her phone is in her hand, so she can call an ambulance. “You have to stay still and keep the helmet on until the ambulance gets here. We want to prevent any further damage,” she informs, gently lacing her fingers with his for comfort. He knows he should listen, but he just wants to feel her touch, “Angel, I am fine. I promise.” “Rafe, I’m not kidding. Stay still until the ambulance gets here. Just to be safe.” He doesn’t want to add to her stress around the situation, so he listens. The siren gets louder as they wait and mixes in with the fratboys arguing with the driver.

She can finally see the light of the ambulance and waves them down. The paramedics get to work on assessing the situation, letting Rafe know, from what it looks like on the scene, that he has no brain or spinal damage. “We are still going to go to the hospital to double-check. It’s a good thing that you are wearing a helmet. It probably helped prevent anything more serious,” the paramedic tells him as he gets put into the ambulance. He looks over at Y/N who is handling the driver situation, “Yeah, I have a pretty smart girlfriend.” She sees him about to get taken away and runs over to be there for him. Sure, his crazy, dangerous stunts aren’t as dangerous anymore, but he was okay with that. Because he prefers keeping himself safe for his guardian Angel.

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toastandjamie · 1 month

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Thinking about Mat’s first meeting with Olver. Just this twenty year old who’s so frustrated with responsibility that despite hating fighting goes into this situation looking for an excuse to hit someone. Then he sees that a kids involved, and he tries to diffuse the situation, he’s tired and just wants to solve this quickly so he can go back to the inn and get some sleep- then this full grown man threatens to kill a child, for the crime of roughing his horse. And Mat, Mat KNOWS what it’s like to be that kid, too curious for his own good and getting into trouble, but never NEVER has anyone threatened to hurt him over it. And Mat without any thought for potential repercussions breaks a dudes wrist and hits the other right between the legs. And then he threatens to have the lot of them run out of town by the Band because they had the audacity to say that Olver was “just a peasant child” as of that changed the situation for Mat, a horse traders son in fancy clothes. Because to Mat that’s all he is, a peasant in nice clothes. Then he’s trying to figure out what to do with Olver, since his parents are no where to he found, and Olver tells him not to talk about him like he isn’t there. And Mat ACKNOWLEDGES that, he apologizes and kneels down so they can be eye level. He doesn’t talk down to Olver, because he knows what it’s like to have other people make decisions for him. He is so keenly aware of his Olver feels, the frustration and rebelliousness that comes from being a child because he isn’t that far removed from it. Just three years ago he was still just a kid, older and a bit more mature than Olver perhaps, but still just a kid and one who hadn’t seen the horrors that ten year old Olver had seen. He acknowledges Olver’s feelings and talks to him like he’s anyone else, and redirects Olver’s stubbornness so skillfully. He’s just so good with kids in a way that not even just having two younger sisters can account for. He Gets It, the parts of him that others consider immature are what make him so good at communicating with Olver.

Then think about this from Olver’s perspective. He’s been alone for who knows how long, forced to flee his home, to bury his mother, and now all alone in some strange place. He was likely sleeping in the stables, and that was how he ended up trying to make friends with the Hunter of the Horns horse. Then this Hunter drags him out to the middle of the street, threatening to Jill him. Olver was brave about it but it must’ve been terrifying. Especially upon realizing that none of the other refugees would help. Then suddenly a man in nobles clothes, a strange hat and the coolest looking spear he’s probably ever seen intercedes on his behalf. A man Olver has never seen before, a foreigner no less, but here he is coming to rescue Olver like some gleemans hero. Then Olver sees Mat fight, while to Mat this was hardly even a struggle, a few cracks with the blunt of his spear and the ‘fight’ is over, but to Olver, Mat probably looked like a warder with how easily he handled two armed men presumably trained in using those swords they carry. We as an audience see Mat mainly through the eyes of people who don’t take him seriously, Mat himself included, so it’s easy to overlook just how badass Mat must seem to anyone else looking from the outside, especially a young angry boy who wants to fight the aiel who killed his father. We don’t know how Olver found out, or when, but imagine being Olver and hearing the most certainly exaggerated story of Mat “dueling” Couladin. Is it any wonder that Olver hero worships Mat? That inspite of what Olver perceived as Mat being hypocritical and foolish(or as Mat sees it trying to properly care for a child and be a good influence) he still considers Mat to be someone to emulate. Whether Olver sees Mat as more a mentor, brother or father figure he very clearly idolizes him. He wants to be like Mat, he wants Mat’s attention and praise because despite Mat being “no bloody hero” to this little boy he IS a hero, one worthy of any gleemans story

#wheel of time #mat cauthon #olver wot #wheel of time spoilers #wot rambles #i’m having feelings

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subskz · 4 months

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RINNIE I’ve got an idea…

Punishing Lino or Hannie with numbing cream.

Like jerking them off with numbing cream, so it’ll feel so good at first since the cream will work as lube, and lubed handjobs are <33 But the cream slowly kicks in and the can’t feel a thing in their precious dicks anymore :(( Then you take your gloves off (bc you obviously don’t want the cream to numb your hands) and you put on a condom for them so the cream doesn’t transfer to you as you ride them. It would be so tortuous for them to see you bouncing on their cock but not being able to feel a single thing! Tease them and tell them how good it feels, and how much you’re clenching down on them, and watch them get frustrated that they can’t feel you. The only thing that’s keeping them hard despite not feeling a thing is the visual, because it’s just so, so hot.

Hannie would absolutely be the first to break down and cry out of the two. He’s pitifully bucking up into you as if that’s gonna help him feel something. He’s gonna be crying his little heart out, telling you that “you’re so mean!” for making him endure this torture. He’ll beg and beg for you to wash the numbing cream off so that he can feel you wrapped around him. But you don’t relent, because this is his punishment after all. He’ll even try to rub his nipples for stimulation or reach behind you to finger himself, but you’re always one step ahead since you already added numbing cream to those areas as well (since you knew he’ll start touching those parts), which makes him cry even harder. But it turns him on so, so much as well, since now he’s really just a dildo for you <33

Lino would be so, so stubborn. He’ll act as if this doesn’t bother him at all. But in just a few more minutes, he’ll start whining, which embarrasses the hell out of him, but at this point, he doesn’t care. Exaggerate your moans a bit so he really gets needy. Like Hannie, he’ll also try bucking up into you, but in the end, it’s futile. Make him watch you use his cock to bring yourself to several orgasms, then after that, you start cleaning up. Was it over already? But he didn’t even get to cum yet! He’ll start protesting and all that for you to come back and help him out, telling you that it was rather rude for you to leave him like this. But you just simply ignore him and go wash yourself up. You’ll probably come out of the bathroom to find the kitty trying to finger himself for some sort of relief, but he just can’t! It doesn’t nearly feel as good as when you do it for him :(

oh this is pure insanity 😵‍💫 what a perfect punishment both of their reactions would be priceless for different reasons. hannie being the easiest to break and lino being one of the hardest to break…but in the end they’re still both reduced to a helpless, whining mess hehe. jerking them off using the cream is so clever too, you let him feel just enough pleasure to bring him close to the edge as you spread the cream w lazy, slippery strokes, then suddenly the numbness begins to kick in and any build into his climax fizzles out. the fun’s over for him but just starting for you~

the sight of jisung working so hard to try and get himself to feel something, thrusting like an animal w the most adorable, frustrated, look on his face and watery eyes would be to die for 😽 the most agonizing part abt it is that the numbing cream doesn’t completely leave him senseless, but it’s just effective enough that he can’t get any real pleasure from it…there’s none of your wetness or softness that he aches for, all he can feel is the faint clench of your walls around his numb dick that tells him how good you’re feeling using him like a toy. and if that isn’t enough, the way you exaggerate your moans to taunt him makes him so crazy with need, he’d absolutely start crying ): esp after trying to get himself off w his nipples as a last resort, only for it to break him down further bc he just feels so pathetic and helpless doing everything he csn without gaining any relief. he babbles out apologies through all his sobbing, but at that point it’s too late! all he can do now is take his punishment like a good boy and watch at your mercy as you ride him w tears streaming down his face. and maybeee if he behaves enough, you’ll cup his wet cheeks and give him some kisses, murmuring to him that he should he thankful that he gets to make you feel so good <3

a punishment where lino feels nothing at all would be his absolute nightmare…no pain or pleasure, just being used like a pretty little plaything for your satisfaction~ he’s so stubborn but at the same time so impatient. at first he tries playing it off by mocking you bc how is fucking him a punishment? he watches w the cheekiest grin as you pump his dick, but he can only act smug for so long before it sets in that you’re 100% set on not letting this spoiled brat get off today <3 his whines would be so pretty…starting off kinda quiet and soft like “are you serious? this isn’t fair” w the hopes that’ll be enough to win you over, but his voice gets progressively needier the more you grind your hips down against him, rolling your body in a way that he knows would make his mind melt if only he could feel it. and degrading him on top of that bc unlike jisung, he refuses to apologize…taunting him for only being able to last this long when his dick is numb, saying he’s only useful as your fucktoy <3 he’d definitely get defiant and try thrusting up into you, but it just adds to the humiliation more when he doesn’t get an ounce of stimulation from it. catching him trying to finger himself afterwards would be so hot hehe poor kitty isn’t used to having to do it all himself…depending on how far gone he is you might just get to watch him push his fingers in an out of himself pitifully as he begs so sweetly for you to help him out

#ask #💌 hannie #💌 lino

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 11 months

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Daichi, Suga and Asahi with a crush

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

Daichi:

-He’s a classmate that you’ve slowly become close with over the school year

-He liked you from the get-go and tried to use academics as a way to get closer to you

-Offering to tutor you if you needed it, working on projects with you, asking you for help occasionally, that type of stuff

-You would never realize he had a crush on you unless you were super close to him

-He’s just so nice to everyone, and he’s great at keeping his feelings under wraps

-The one giveaway would be how chivalrous he is to you specifically

-Opening doors for you, giving you his jacket if you look cold, dropping everything to help you, constantly complementing you ect.

-He’s the gentlemanly type

-His love language is acts of service you can’t tell me otherwise

-He jumps at the opportunity to help you, it doesn’t matter what you need help with, he’ll be there

-Constantly looks out for you, he worries about you sometimes and wants to make sure you don’t get into trouble

-He’s pretty open about his crush with the team, he thought they would just be like “Cool, go get em captain!” and leave it at that

-Mistake, BIG mistake

-Suga makes it his life goal to tease Daichi as often as possible ,especially when you’re nearby

-At this point, if he wasn’t so worried about your view of him he would have threatened violence on Suga

-The second years (Minus Ennoshita because he’s respectful) as well as Hinata and Kageyama thought it would be super helpful to boast about Daichi to you

-Hinata: “Wow, look at how strong Daichi is! Isn’t he so cool?”

-Tanaka: “Yeah, he’s one of the manliest men I know! His future partner sure is lucky!” *exaggerated wink and nudge*

-It makes anyone who hears it visibly cringe because it’s so obvious what they’re doing, but you somehow don’t pick up on it

-You’re just wondering who these random underclassman are, and why they’re gathering around you

-Like that’s sweet of you to say about Daichi but who are you?

-Although Daichi is visibly embarrassed by all this, he’ll quickly apologize to you before dragging his teammates off somewhere

-Yeah, they got an earful for that, but it’s not like that’ll stop them from doing it again in the future

-The team does make a genuine effort to befriend you though, after all they want to know how you captured their beloved captains heart!

-Daichi both loves and dreads when you come to his practices

-On one hand, he know the team’s probably going to harass you (he was right), but he really wants to share volleyball with you

-It’s what he’s passionate about and it means a lot that you’ve taken an interest in watching and supporting him!

-In turn, he loves to hear you talk about your passions, he loves hearing you get excited over your interests

-He’d probably confess in a more traditional way, probably by inviting youto a secluded area with cherry blossoms and confessing there

-He may seem calm and collected, but he’s very nervous on the inside

-He just loves you a lot. and he hopes you feel the same way about him!

Sugawara:

-He was a classmate of yours that quickly became one of your best friends

-He’s a menace, he loves to tease you (in a friendly way) and joke around with you

-Hides his crush pretty well, he’s not as subtle as Daichi but he’s nowhere near as obvious as Asahi

-His only telltales are how his voice shakes and how red his face gets when you’re super close to him

-He’s also more touchy with you than with his other friends, but he’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable with it

-He’s pretty protective over you, if he sees someone bothering you or making you uncomfy he immediately gets you out of that situation

-Because of how close you’ve gotten to him, you often go to him when you’re sad or upset

-While he’s normally a jokester, he’s a great shoulder to cry on when you need it

-He hates seeing you upset so he’s surprisingly serious when your down, even if it's something minor

-He’s great at giving advice if that what you need, but he’s content to sit in silence if that's what you need

-Hangs out with you outside of school quite often, and is down to do anything you are

-There’s this one cafe you two frequently visit, it’s where you two go when you just want to talk peacefully

-He makes food for you sometimes, he always has a spare bento on him incase you forgot your lunch

-The team adores you, they’ve never seen Suga as happy as he is when he’s with you

-The underclassman act the same towards you as they do with Daichi’s crush, but they make sure to do it when Suga’s not around

-Because lets face it, he can be scary when he wants to be

-Daichi and Asahi often invite you to practices because they know Suga needs support sometimes

-As much as he hates to admit it, he’s insecure about his playing abilities

-He knows that Kageyama has a lot of talent and is an amazing player, so he often doubts himself and his worth on the team whenever he gets benched

-But then he sees you cheering him on, and it reminds him that he’s a valued member of the team, and that people are rooting for him

-When he confesses, he probably just tells you during a hangout

-You’d be talking at the cafe and he just casually slips it in there

-He’s pretty nervous for your response, but he knows you would never intentionally him

-So all he can do is wait with baited breath for your response

Asahi:

-Oh boy

-Where to begin

-You’re a classmate of his that he rarely ever talks to

-Partially because you’re in different friend groups, and partially because he’s too scared to actually speak to you

-You guys had to work on a group project together once and he nearly died of nerves

-Asahi thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen the minute he saw you

-It’s so abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that he likes you

-He stutters when you talk to him, glances at you during class (more like full blown staring), focuses his attention to literally anything else the second you look back at him, turns red whenever you’re close by, god forbid you brush up against him or touch him, he dies on the spot

-He desperately wants to get to know you, but he has no idea how to go about doing that without you thinking he’s weird

-He’s also terrified that you believe the rumors about him and that you’re scared of him, but he reminds himself that you’ve treated him with nothing but kindness, and you’ve never appeared scared around him

-Sometimes listens in on your conversations with friends because he wants to know more about you

-He never told the team himself, the other third years figured it out after seeing him interact with you once and Suga snitched to everyone else

-Asahi begged the team *noya* not to tell you or to bother you because he knows exactly what the team is like

-The team feels bad enough not to bother you the same way they would the other third years crushes, but they know Asahi won’t do anything on his own to get closer to you so they resolve to help him win his crush over

-How you may ask?

-The first years! (minus Tsukishima because he can’t be bothered)

-Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Yachi come up with a genius plan to get the two of you together

-The plan is simple: become your friend and learn as much as possible about you, then give Asahi all the info on you so he can attempt to make conversation with you

-They also hope you’ll become friends with Asahi as a result of them being friends with you

-First up is Hinata, he just kind of makes himself you’re adopted underclassman I guess? Lord knows what his plan was

-He just kind of runs to you whenever he needs help, he asks you to tutor him or help him with assignments because “No one else wanted to help me and you look nice soooo”

-Once you get familiar with him, he introduces you to the other first years, who then quickly become your favorite underclassman

-They all follow you around like lost puppies, which is how Asahi found out about this whole thing

-He’s so embarrassed because now you’re getting followed by his teammates, but he sees that y’all get along so he leaves it be

-Through your friendship, they begin to ask you about your interests, what your talents are, what you enjoy doing, Yachi even asks for your music playlist if you have one because she needs music recommendations

-All of this info gets sent to Asahi (including the playlist)

-You also probably become friends with Kiyoko because of how close you are with Yachi, which is how you ended up coming to practice one day

-Asahi gets jump scared by you when he walks into practice, and for the rest of the day he cannot focus for shit

-He tries his best in hopes you’ll admire his strength and ability, he’s so nervous that he’ll fumble a play

-You end up starting a conversation with him about volleyball afterwards, (which nearly short circuited his brain), and thus started the beginning of your friendship

-He becomes less nervous the more you see out his company, and he begins to subtly bring up certain topics he knows your interested in to keep the conversations going

-The team’s glad to see him come out of his shell more around you, the first years are especially glad their little plan worked

-You end up becoming friends with the whole team after that, but you spend the most time with Asahi

-He’d probably confess through a letter, he may be more comfortable around you but he’s still a nervous wreck

-Although that ends up slightly backfiring because he has to wait for you to see the letter, prolonging your response and making his nerves grow

-Please respond as quickly as possible, his poor heart can’t take this stress!

Hope you enjoyed! (You can tell which ones my favorite because it’s the most well thought out one💀)

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unluckiestmember · 11 months

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headcanons for dating The Spot / Jonathan Ohnn? He’s so dumb i can’t help but love him <3

Coming right up!

Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot X Reader Headcanons

Characters: Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, Ohnn being Ohnn, established relationship, reassurance, quality time, gift giving, quips/jokes, slight spoilers and cute moments.

Warning: None, just a small suggestive line. But all in all SFW.

A/N: I would date The Spot honestly! He seems like a big sweetie that just had bad luck.

Before the Collider

Ohnn isn’t a super mushy/romantic person, but he cares for you so much.

JOKES. LOTS OF THEM.

If there’s one thing he lives for outside of you it’s your laughter.

Whether he does it intentionally or unintentionally, he’d kill to hear that pretty little voice.

His main love languages are quality time and gift giving.

Whenever you two are inching closer to an anniversary, he will give you so many gifts days leading to it.

And on the day of, he goes all out!

Intimate time in bed is nice, but if he had to choose between that and watching a movie, he’s taking that movie.

Some days all you two do is just watch some films inside while snuggled under a blanket together.

Or he would suggest you two play a board game or two.

Whether you like it or not, you play them for two reasons; When he is playing, he’s so cute thinking of his next move.

Aaaaand he’s so hilarious when he’s winning or losing, exaggerating both.

Big fan of random facts, so don’t expect to fall asleep without hearing at least three fun facts a day.

The only time he doesn’t hang out with you is at work and he keeps you far away from it for your safety.

But he always promises he’ll come home and be yours afterwards.

You’re his precious jewel. And he will tell you every day.

After the Collider

When he became The Spot, you became his entire universe.

Everyone left him in his crisis to fend for himself… But you didn’t.

And he is forever grateful for that and for you.

It takes him a very long time to ease into touching you again.

He’s just scared that he’ll hurt you or throw you into another universe.

But after some practice, he can’t help but touch your cheeks and your face as much as he can.

Forget about being his jewel, you’re his angel sent from Heaven.

Even without a sustainable job, he tries his best to always give you a gift at the end of the day.

It can be a small trinket he found in the streets or during a stroll.

Or it can be something huge and harder for you both to hide.

Regardless, you are very appreciative of his actions.

Whenever he has a hard day being The Spot, he looks for you to be his shoulder to cry on.

He usually sees his spots as a disadvantage, but loves how you always tell him the pros of having them.

When he masters his powers, expect your dates to be a trip through the Spider-Verse.

He still loves to hear you laugh and will even try some quips on you just to hear you chuckle.

Whenever you smile and laugh now, it’s like he’s been sent to Heaven itself.

At first he was stealing things and being a criminal for his personal gain.

But now he’s doing it for both of you.

He does it all for you.

Never forget that.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

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inkpot909 · 5 months

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How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Bruno Brucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, and Guido Mista. Gender Neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at doing x Reader text messages! This was very fun to make, and I do plan to make more of this kind of headcanon list for the rest of Bucciarati’s team.

Warning(s): None.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s text messages are straight to the point and utilize proper grammar like the mother he truly is deep down.

Not the type of person to send emoji’s… ever, really. This is because he views texting as a simple tool to use when he can’t just speak to you in person or over a phone call.

However, you prefer the funnier explanation of it actually being because he’s secretly very inept at using technology (this is very much so part of it he just won’t ever say so).

In all honesty, he prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice more than communicating over text. He’s the type to call in order to converse about whatever mundane thing is on his mind instead of sending a text.

That said, he’s definitely the type to always tell you good morning or wish you goodnight with a sweet text message.

Also, because of his job, he’s often put into long-term situations where calling isn’t exactly ideal. That’s when he’ll text the most; he just wants to check up on you regularly when he can’t be there in person do so! This became especially true after rising to the position of Capo.

His text messages may seem… bland to those unfamiliar with him.

But since you know him as well as you do, they always ring as genuine and an extension of his polite kindness.

Admittedly, it is hard to argue against the fact that his straightforward style of text often leads to misunderstandings. This is due to his sometimes unreadable tone:

Leone Abbacchio

Hardly ever texted you at the beginning.

Since the two of you started going out, he’s gotten a bit better, though. Before, he was very adamant that if he has something to say, he’ll wait when he’s face-to-face with you.

But when he eventually let it slip that he often forgets what he even wants to talk to you about, you slowly began getting him to text you more.

Arguably the best method of doing so is to get him to tell you about something he feels strongly about. Whether it’s something positive like asking him about the music he’s been listening to recently, or it’s something more devilish like bringing up subjects that really bother him.

Leone is at least very reliable.

Meaning that, although he doesn’t often start a conversation over text himself, he will respond to you reasonably quick.

Tease him by claiming it’s because he has a soft spot for you and he won’t text for an entire day (you know he loves you).

He also prefers to use proper grammar and punctuation in his texts. That said, Leone does use emojis (usually just to express disappointment) and sometimes can seem more expressive in text than he is in actual conversation.

One sweet thing he does over text is that he always sends you a message after he makes it home after a particularly dangerous mission, informing you that he’s safe. He knows you worry, and although he often puts up a front claiming it’s annoying, he truly does take note of that concern.

Abbacchio’s just not completely used to having someone like you in his life who holds a special concern for him. He is adjusting; slow and steady.

And although he forms the habit of texting you more, it’s you and only you he has the energy to do this for (outside of probably Bruno). This leads to other’s on Bucciarati’s team to text you when they want to get a hold of him:

Guido Mista

Real talkative over text, especially in the evening after he’s finished with his dinner. He’s pretty expressive and uses a decent amount of emojis.

Will plop down on his couch with an exaggerated bounce, pull out his phone, only with the purpose of talking to you and doing nothing else on the device.

The two of you actually had to work on how late you’d stay up texting one another.

Hours disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving you both extra tired the next morning. And on occasions that it was decided to take the conversation into a call… it’s easy to see why you both have slept in late more than once.

Although not as frequently as someone like Narancia, Mista will send memes every now and then. Not only that, but he always replies to the ones you send him.

He prefers to send you embarrassing or funny pictures of others in the group over memes, though. You’ve seen photos of Abbacchio and Fugo in particular that Mista could honestly use as blackmail.

This has bitten him in the butt quite a bit, though.

After discovering Mista’s been doing this, the others now send you every single unfavorable image they own of the gunslinger. Even Bruno’s sent his fair share.

And although Mista often forgets to say good morning to you through text, he always says goodnight to you.

Not only that, but Mista will text right after he’s completed with a mission. Although a bit of a goofball, he always takes work seriously, and will leave you on delivered on hours at a time depending on what he’s up to. But the minute things have calmed, he’s letting you know.

Mista will certainly ask one of his common out-of-pocket questions designed to get a conversation going via a text message.

This isn’t a bad thing per se, except for the fact that he has a bad habit of doing so at three in the morning.

Even still, they’re not the weirdest variation of texts you’ve ever received from him:

#johnny’s work #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #vento auero #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucellati x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #guido mista #mista x reader #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #headcanons #fluff #fake texts

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thepixelelf · 1 year

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the only way to get a good sleep

genres: established relationship, fluff!! pairing: reader x seokmin words: 1.3k warnings: none :] notes: this is for elv @seokmins day! ((it's technically a recast of an old fic of mine so I'm just praying you haven't read that one shhhhhh))

Seokmin misses you lots n lots.

Seokmin hasn’t slept in days.

That’s an exaggeration, of course, but any sleep he’s gotten has been fitful, restless, and generally not a good time.

He never really thought you’d be a catalyst like this. You only moved in two weeks ago -- some of your boxes are still sitting unopened in the living room, waiting for you to unpack them. The closet and dresser space Seokmin freed up for you remains half empty, since you were both too lazy to fully move in, more focused and elated on the fact that you’d finally done it. Seokmin had taken weeks, no, months to finally ask the question, and the way you’d answered so easily (with a smile, a laugh, and a hug) made it seem like all his worrying was ridiculous. The move was stressful, and cancelling your rent with your previous landlord was a nightmare, but the fact that you to would be together made Seokmin see everything through rose-tinted glasses. He didn’t care what he had to go through as long as you shared a home at the end of the day.

Of course, you two had slept in the same bed many times before you moved in, but somehow this was different. In the past two weeks, Seokmin swore he woke up already smiling, simply because you were there; beside him; living with him.

But since you left two days ago, he hasn’t slept a wink.

He knows you’re not gone forever, but still, he just can’t force his eyes to close; his breath to even out; his mind to rest. And he doesn’t know when exactly you’ll be back, either, considering your impromptu trip back to your family’s home wasn’t planned at all.

His mind wanders to the last message you sent him.

[my moonlight] miss you too, my sunshine

He lies still on top of the bedsheets, eyes trailing along the bumps and ridges of the ceiling. Sleep won’t come tonight, either -- he can tell.

Maybe he should call you. Last time he tried that (the night before), it got him about an hour of light sleep before he woke up again, but at least it was something. He needs to work tomorrow, and he isn’t sure he can keep his eyes open there after three nights of tossing and turning.

Sitting up, his hand wanders along the bed looking for his phone, which he picks up and detaches from its charger. It’s midnight already. Should he risk waking you up?

Well, he knows you have your phone on silent most of the time, so if you are asleep, he won’t be bothering you. He’s got nothing to lose.

The dial tone rings in his ear twice before he flops back down on the bed, his other hand coming to rest upon his stomach. After another two rings, he almost gives up, but then your voice makes an appearance, and he smiles.

“Trouble sleeping?” is the first thing you say. You really know him too well.

“Yeah... it’s just not the same without you.”

Along with faint footsteps, he hears your quiet laughter through the speaker. “You cheeseball.”

“I mean it,” he says, and he does. “What are you up to?”

“Are you asking me to talk until you fall asleep?”

His smile widens, and he knows he should be trying to keep still in order to fall asleep, but he can’t help it. “Only if you’re willing.”

“Well.” Something dings around you. “As much as I’d love to lull you to sleep, I need you to do something for me.”

“Hm?” Seokmin perks up, his interest piqued.

“I got you something,” you say. “It should be at your door in, hm, twenty seconds?”

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, still holding his phone up to his ear. His lips purse in confusion.

“How’d you get it up here? Deliveries go to the lobby desk.”

“Oh, I have my ways.” Somehow, Seokmin can hear your smile. “Just open the door.”

Knowing you, Seokmin simply complies, leaving the bedroom to reach the door to the apartment hall. He’s a bit too tired to understand much, but he knows anything from you is worth getting out of bed for. After fumbling with the chain lock, he finally twists the doorknob.

You stand just beyond the doorway, your phone held up at your ear and a bright smile on your face.

“Hey stranger.”

Too tired to comprehend what’s right in front of him, he still speaks into his phone. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back.”

You humour him, talking into your phone as well. “I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”

He nods. “Uh huh.”

When he sees you laugh and hang up, he glances at his phone to do the same, still awestruck to have you standing there.

“C’mere you big softie, I missed your hugs,” you say, opening up your arms.

Seokmin smiles again and swoops in to wrap his arms around you. He relishes in your warmth, a smile against the skin of your neck -- which he knows you can feel. Slowly, he closes the door behind you and waddles with you through the apartment. It’s awkward with the way he clings to you, but he doesn’t care. He takes you all the way to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with you squished underneath, and his heart flutters at your laughter.

“What’s this?” you tease.

“You were gone too long,” he says instead of answering, and you laugh again.

Despite your playful words, you soothingly pat the back of Seokmin’s head as you speak. “Well, it’s not every day your kid sister dumps her fiance.”

“She’s not a kid anymore.”

“To you, maybe,” you counter. “To me, she’ll always be my kid sister.”

Seokmin hums into your skin, already feeling the effects of holding you in his arms. He’s insanely tired. Still, he cares enough to ask, “How is she?”

“Heartbroken.” You sigh, a frown on your lips that Seokmin can guess is there rather than see it. “But she’ll get better. She’s strong like that.”

“Mhmm...” Seokmin’s eyes are closed -- have been since falling into bed with you -- and he’s starting to drift off. Before he can fully lose himself though, he lifts up on his elbows so he hovers above you, a drowsy smile on his face. He dips low, meeting his lips with yours in a soft, lazy kiss. You reciprocate at the exact same level, simply pursing your lips and not asking for anything more. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you say, closing your eyes to kiss him again.

Seokmin can’t say which kisses of yours are his favourite; he thinks he may get a new one every time. Whenever your lips are on his will be his favourite, he thinks.

He presses his forehead to yours, mirroring your wide smile with one of his own, eyes drifting shut once again. Collapsing on top of you, he hugs you tight, ready to fall asleep right then and there atop the covers.

“Seokmin,” you whisper, kissing his temple and twisting so you’re on your side. “I need to brush my teeth.”

He groans; hugs you tighter.

You laugh. Your hands move to push him off, though you put no real effort into it. “I gotta change too, sunshine. I’ll be right back.”

Propping himself up again, Seokmin opens his eyes to meet your sparkling ones.

“Hey,” he says. He kisses you again, and your smile persists.

“Hey.”

You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, grazing your thumbs over his skin as if to test that he’s real. He loves when you do that.

His lips meet yours; soft, warm.

“You wanna get married?”

“Mmm...” you hum in a sleepy daze. Your hands pull him down for yet another kiss, this one lasting longer, though still as sweet and slow as the others. When you retract, you wrap your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “Can I brush my teeth first?”

Seokmin sleeps better tonight than he ever has before.

part two: How to Harvest Sunshine

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atom-writings · 11 months

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Nice blog! You wouldn't mind if I took a little chomp out of it yeah? :D

Mmmmm can I request France,Germany,England, Prussia and Russia with an s/o who really likes there accent and voice. S/o would listen to them talk all day just to hear there voice/accent? There just mesmerized by it.

Much appreciated partner and have a great day🙏🙏‼️‼️🔥🔥⁉️⁉️🪑🪑🪑🪑

(France, Germany, England, Prussia & Russia x Reader) S/O that loves their accent!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N have fun eating my blog but beware. Theres poison sometimes :)

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh, you do not need to tell him that. He knows. And he adores how obsessed you are with just his voice. Don’t worry, he won’t tease you too bad

But expect to be woken up a couple of times by him reading you love poems in French. Actually, he’s doing that all the time. Anytime that he can speak to you in French, he’s doing it.

“My beautiful language for a beautiful person, no?”

It’s also pretty obvious that he exaggerates his accent for you. Sure, he’s been speaking English for centuries, but you’d never guess that from how he talks to you. It’s a little childish, but he just can’t get enough of your face whenever he says anything even remotely romantic in that silky voice of his.

Whenever he catches you staring, he can’t do anything but grin, promising himself that he’ll spoil you sometime soon for being so cute.

Ludwig has never really liked his own voice that much, so at least someone does for him. He always complains it’s too harsh and too loud. And years of people judging him for his accent didn’t help that…

But he trusts you completely. If you say you want to hear him, he’ll talk as much as you want. But since you’re not giving him a prompt, you’re hearing about 1870s train logistics. He doesn’t make the rules.

He would try to be all affectionate and sweet like you want him to… but that is really not his forte. He tries! But you’ll just both end up blushing and stuttering and getting nothing done then. If it’s just his handsome accent you want though, you’re all good. He can make a manual on building an IKEA chair sound hot.

He’d rather hear YOU ramble than do so himself. Even if he does love how adorable you are when you’re so infatuated with him.

No surprise there. You’re not the first partner of his to love his voice, and you won’t be the last. Luckily that means he’s got a whole lot of experience, so he knows exactly what to say to melt your heart.

“Come on, Darling, don’t look at me like that. Why don’t we get out of here, just me and you? How about that, Love?”

He’s not much for rambling, much less talking about himself, but he can absolutely fulfil your need for his voice elsewhere. A lot of your nights spent together will be him reading some ancient novel to you, his voice soothing as ever, until you inevitably fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

He must admit, he loves having that power over you. Being able to make you fall in love with him using nothing but his words? You’re just so cute, he can’t resist flustering you on purpose.

Well, of course you do! He’s spent centuries making sure he sounds hot as hell! But… you’re being serious right? You aren’t annoyed by how high-pitched he can get? Ok, thank god.

He is so excited once you tell him that. It’s hard to stop himself from immediately teasing you about it. After all, there isn’t a single sight that’s cuter to him than your pretty face all lost in love for him.

If you’re ever feeling down, he tries to distract you by simply telling you a long, overly complicated story from his past. Which, with those purple eyes fixed on you and a goofy smile plastered across his face, all the while his voice drips with accent, it’s hard to not get distracted.

He loves talking about himself anyway. It’s a good thing you like hearing him. Most people don’t. But that’s just what makes you two meant to be <3

Oh, you like his voice? He’s confused. You’re being serious? … why?

The poor guy is really insecure about his voice. He worries his accent is too strong, too ugly, and his voice is way too high-pitched. It seems like no one likes when he talks… they say he’s rude and weird. So… your adoration for him and how he speaks is a real shock.

Whenever you ask him to talk more, he gets all embarrassed and doesn’t know what to say! Especially if you compliment his accent, then he just freezes up and dismisses you. Anywhere you are, he’ll start talking all quietly and cover his face with his hands. But you can still see him blushing underneath them…

But once he’s used to it, he loves just narrating the things he’s doing. Sometimes you’ll wake up and come downstairs to see him coming up with some silly song about the breakfast he’s cooking you. Learning that you like hearing him has definitely made him include stuff like that in his daily routine.

Plus, now when he wants a reaction out of you… he’ll lean into it. Rolling his r’s dramatically, whispering to you in Russian… when he wants to be, he’s quite a tease.

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therapycat21 · 6 months

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All Right Now Part 6

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal!? it's a huge deal” Travis says with wide exaggerated eyes I sigh rubbing my forehead “Baby It’s really not” I reply to him he gives a dramatic and loud sigh making a smile break out on my face “You having your own documentary isn’t a big deal?” he questions. I shake my head “I don’t know, that means they’re in my home they’ll try to video everyone even your family. I don’t know if I want that.” I tell him my fear, He sighs rubbing his forehead “How about this, I’ll ask them how they feel about it okay?” he suggests.

It makes me feel a little better with Travis checking if they are okay with it, I don’t want them to feel like I’m invading their privacy especially because I’ve been in with their family for a few months now. I nod from where I lay on his chest. “Okay, thank you” I whisper before we both fall into a nap.

A few hours later

Me and Travis are both sitting at the kitchen counter after our Facetime call with the producers from Apple TV telling them our decision.

“I’m proud of you, you know that right?” Trav says breaking the silence, I look up from where my head is resting on my hands and give him a small smile as a response “Thank you, I really am excited, just super nervous ” I move from the counter towards him, settling into his warmth “I know, but you’re gonna kill it, I know you are” he says. We talk a bit more before deciding to get ready to head out for dinner.

We’ve been at dinner now for about thirty minutes before Travis slightly nudges to get my attention “paps on your left outside” he tells me, I look over seeing them, instead of trying to ignore them, I decided to give them a small wave and smile in acknowledgement. I turn back my attention to Trav to see him hiding a grin “what?” I question he shakes his head sporting a slightly larger smile “nothing It’s just I love that instead of ignoring them and being rude you push that aside to be nice to them when they’re the ones invading the privacy” he responds.

“It’s easier to be nice and kind to someone then going through the trouble to be rude to them, its their jobs and I cant be ignorant to the fact people have their own issues and don’t have the same lifestyle as us.” I slightly ramble. I’ve seen my parents go through the struggle of living paycheck to paycheck (barely) so after I got big in this world, it has been my mission to make sure it doesnt happen to them again. I look up after remaining silent for a few seconds. I see a look on his face I’ve never seen before I tilt my head in question “Travis? Are you okay?” he remains staring at me before nodding his head slowly. He takes a deep tense breath rubbing his chin.

“I’m in love with you” is all he says staring at me. All I know is my eyes are humongous and my breath falters from his confession. In all my life and the boyfriends I’ve had sometimes you hear an “I love you” but not ever do you really hear “I’m In love with you”.

After the shock I realize I’ve been silent for about a minute a now and can see the tense silence has affected his confession “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything yet, I’ll wait until your ready and we can act like I didn’t say it yet an–” I sigh hearing his doubts “I’m in love with you too” my mouth rushes out the confession stopping him in the middle of his response. I see the shock on his face before a giant smile is replacing it.

He bends to reach over the table cupping my face in his hands pulling my face in crashing his lips onto mine. He let’s go after a few seconds putting himself back into his chair, he wipes his mouth with the napkin and reaches into his wallet and putting money in the middle of the table before reaching for my hand pulling me up and out the restaurant “where are we going?” I ask dumbfounded. I couldnt finish my mac n cheese. He doesn't respond, instead, he shuts the door for me after I settle in the car.

He still hasn't responded after we got home, I tried one more time but he continues to walk into the house.

He guides us both to the bedroom before reaching into his drawer that I told him to use since he has been staying here for a few weeks on end. He turns around with a light blue box and extends his hand with the box in it towards me, I eye the box sceptically before reaching to open and see the contents.

In the box lays a dainty silver chained necklace with the letter T on it. I grab the chain, pulling it out of the box before Travis takes it gesturing me to turn around. I turn and pull my hair off of my neck as he clasps the necklace on, I can see it in the mirror from where we stand. “It’s beautiful, thank you really” I turn back around embracing him and giving him a chaste kiss. He keeps me tight against his solid frame before toying with the back of my outfit trying to untie it. I smirk before pulling away and pulling his hand guiding us both to the bed.

The Next Day

Getting ready for the day, Travis heads over to practice while I’m having my morning iced coffee waiting for the documentary production crew to come over and set up their equipment for us to start filming soon.

As the crew comes In I greet all of them and gesturing to the kitchen counter where drinks and snacks lay for them to take “hello! Help yourselves to something to eat and drink, and I want to thank you guys for coming and doing all of this.” I talk to them for a but longer before the producer and director walk over “y/n hey we just wanted to see which room you would feel comfortable having the private interviews in?” after showing them the room all of the crew leave for the day to get rest for filming tomorrow.

Travis comes back around six and decide to cook dinner together I decided to go live while also trying to teach him how to make tamales. “Okay, Travis here is making a giant mess, but that’s okay, he’s learning” I joke to audience getting a mock shocked look from him “Hey! For someone who has never even had a tamale nor ever make one, I’m doing amazing!” he jokes at me, I give him a laugh before leaning forward to read some comments.

“Chiefsqueen21 asks when will I perform live next? I will be performing soon in the next week, but I cannot tell you where at or what I will be performing but It will be out this week I promise” I cross my fingers to them “Okay, y/n’sleftsock, I love that username!” I belly laugh “They ask, will y/n ever been on an episode of new heights? I personally do not know I’d be a little nervous too because I’ve seen Jason does not hold back” I laugh, turning to Travis who is off camera now “would I ever be a guest?” I question him smirking.

He laughs before walking back into frame smirking “yall would have to see soon, but Jason would definitely not hold back the invasive questions” he says. I huff a laugh before we continue to read out fan questions.

We finish eating dinner before I remember “hey come on I wanna do something real quick” I tell him pulling his hand to the bedroom where the mirror is, I take out my phone and open Instagram and open the camera, I gesture for him to come closer.

He has a look of confusion before it sets in on what I’m silently asking him. He pulls me to him in a hug, I snap the picture we don’t let go yet.

He’s the first to let go but his hands still resting on my hip “what’s that for?” he questions I push my hair behind my ear “I realized that you made it official but now its my turn to show you off to the world” he smiles, pulling my back into an embrace, kissing me softly.

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1nthedarknessofthenight · 5 months

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i drink your blood and i eat your skin | part four.

pairing: vampire! hwang hyunjin x f!reader

warnings: little suggestive but other than that none bcs I don’t wanna spoil

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A sigh escaped your parted lips. Tossing and turning in your bed as the cold air in the room seeped under your duvet. You could not sleep. Didn’t even get a small taste of drowsiness. You loved sleeping, it was probably your favorite activity at the end of the day. So why can’t you do it right now?

Every time you closed your eyes, you felt this uneasiness in your bedroom but deciding to keep them opened would be probably worse. Your mind would only play tricks on you and make up something that isn’t even truly there. You would rather pressed your eyes thightly shut, continuing to imagine being everywhere else but your own bedroom at the moment.

Relaxing your arms and legs, exactly how you read in a small article about ‘how to fall asleep quickly”, you felt it slowly working. You sank deeper into your sheets as your eyelids finally became heavy. Your body was bend in many different ways, one arm pressed to the side of your body with the other over your head and legs spread all over your bed. It wasn’t a very comfortable position but feeling yourself fall further into the bliss of your desired sleep, you decided to rather not move.

You thought again about the very reason, you couldn’t sleep at all in these past few days. Maybe you were exaggerating but…really who would get any peaceful sleep after that? You still remembered how the red stained your skin, mixing together with your sweat and warm tears. The adrenaline. The fear. The…excitement…you still remembered his oh, so mesmerizing eyes, his beautiful alabaster skin and plump, luscious lips. And what if there really was a chance that he was also there yesterday night? Would you be even that scared or would you simply let yourself be at his mercy? God, you felt so stupid and ashamed that these were the things you thought about the most. However you genuinely would rather reminisce about what it felt like to be under his gaze than the awful things you would rather truly leave behind and forget. Strange, you would forget about these things but the man who ordered you not to remember him? No…

And of course how could you forget about the way he looked at you? Just by his eyes, the raw emotions in them that you rarely get from someone, much even a total stranger…it finally made you feel some type of way. The way he showed it made you feel warm inside, it didn’t felt uncomfortable but just unfamiliar.

Lust…

Lust it was. Yes, you felt this feeling before but it was never mutual and when it came from a stranger you only felt uncomfortable or you simply ignore it. ‘Maybe it was only his nature.’ He was a creature that lured their victims right to their arms only just by their existence alone but you want to think it’s different with you. Your delusions were stronger than your hold of the reality.

His hands…oh how much you wished they would be touching you right now. His long beautiful fingers tracing patterns into your skin and maybe somewhere else other than your face, which his hands have already touched before. How would his cold skin feel like on yours again? Would you even feel the difference between his skin and beautiful rings? You imagine how the metal would scrape at your skin. How would his full lips feel like? ‘Are they soft?’ The have to be. They would feel so soft and pillowy, like being kissed by a cloud. Your imagination ran wild. ‘God, were you this desperate?’

When you opened your eyes, just a little, you imagined him standing before your bed right now. His tall and slim figure looming over your spread out body. He definitely has some defined muscles under that black shirt he wore, you know it, he looked so strong and it wasn’t just his inhuman side. Now you wished, you would’ve look him up more closely. You have never thought about someone this way before and never in a way that you wouldn’t change a single thing about said person. You loved everything…

But also he was still a monster. He could easily kill you, grab you and do whatever he wanted with your soul and body all together. He could easily lift you up with his strength. Would he be rough with his touch? ‘God yes, please’. You wanted those hands on you, gripping at you so painfully that it would leave marks.

You glance down again, your droopy eyes just falling at the end of your bed with hazy vision. You didn’t even care that it just a fragment of your imagination. You were too lost at the moment, watching as a figure came out from the shadows of your room.

Some of the light from the street lamp shined through your blinds, illuminating your new company. You still could not see the face of the figure but seeing the all too familiar silhouette of the man you were just lusting about, a shaky sigh escaped you.

The man stopped at the end of your bed and you could pick up the small tilt of his head while he observed you more closely, long hair moving from behind his ear to rest over his shoulder. You felt embarrassed for moment, knowing that you were only in a thin lilac nightgown, your legs visible because you completely kicked your blanket off. That feeling however quickly fade away as he falls over, his strong hands gripping at the sheets at either side of your legs and you watched with eyes now wide open as he crawl his way up your body.

Your heartbeat pickup as his dreamy hands grabbed your exposed thighs, making your eyes close for a moment to savor this new, unfamiliar feeling. You didn’t even have time to feel self conscious about your legs and stretch marks as his sudden touch immediately malted away all of your worries. A soft sigh of bliss left you, feeling his lips kiss just on the inside of your knee. God, they were soft…He slowly kissed you, working his way up, not missing an inch of unmarked skin. You didn’t have any power to move away from the coldness of his touch as the kisses left small traces of saliva, making you shiver in delight. Now you were hot, his cold touch only made your skin even more on fire, small layer of sweat forming on your forehead. His lips stopped to press more kisses on the sensitive skin of your upper thighs. Your own lips dry, chapped, tongue licking at them while imagining it was rather his.

His kisses seem more rougher the more he went up your body. His hands trailed up your legs, moving the soft fabric of your nightgown up and scrunching it up at your waist. He gripped it like he wanted to restrain himself and also devour you at the same time. You felt even more exposed under his burning gaze. Though you still couldn’t see his face in the darkness but you really didn’t give a second thought about that. You had his face already permanently printed inside your head.

You wanted so badly to run your hands through his luscious hair but you were stopped the moment it crossed your mind as he wrapped his hands over each of your wrists, pressing them into your sheets. You have never felt so small and vulnerable before, feeling his much larger hand around yours. Every thought inside your head went flying when his lips pressed at your cleavage next, just over your breast that was adored by the lace of your nightgown. A small pathetic whimper escape your lips and he released an animalistic groan at that sound. His lips kissed and even nibbled at your collarbones, while his hand trail up your body. From your leg to your tummy and waist, all the way to your breast, your skin feeling like it was on fire.

His hand fit perfectly on your breast, the palm of his hand grazing over your nipple made the familiar feeling rise inside your stomach. He kissed and grabbed at you. The more sighs of pleasure you released, the more aggressive he became with his touches, almost desperate as he himself moans at how responsive you were.

...but then he suddenly stopped.

You felt his hair tickling you as he suddenly trailed his soft lips onto your neck. A small gasp left you feeling his cold breath on the delicate skin as he then went to kiss it. It was almost like a predator was looming over you and it made fear and excitement pulse wildly through your veins. His long legs were pressed between your thicker ones and from the closeness of your lower parts of your bodies, you could make out the outline of his bulge. That alone made you moan as he started to roll his hips against yours. Gasping at how perfectly he felt against you, made your underwear even more sticky with arousal and he definitely could feel it, maybe even smell it. His hips deliciously and so expertly rub against yours, you almost missed the sudden sharpness caressing your neck.

You layed there gasping as his sharp teeth threatened to pierce your skin. His grip became more tighter the more louder you got and your own words flashed inside your head. ‘He was too rough, his grip was too painful.’ You wanted to move away from the sudden change, but couldn’t and it wasn’t because he was holding you in his tight grip. You couldn’t move at all. Not even your head, it felt so heavy, it was like every ounce of your strength disappeared. You hissed in pain as his teeth nibble too hard at your skin, the fear in you now overpowered every emotion. You watched closely as he lifts his head up to look at you.

You were only met with a face of a demon and not the man of your desires. This was your nightmare. Your eyes glossed over as he look down at you. His eyes crimson eyes trailed over your figure, now with a completely different emotion behind them. His skin was so ghostly white that you could see the purple and blue veins underneath his skin. But the thing that caught the most of your attention were his lips, where a small speckle of blood stained the corners. You watched them curl into a sickening grin, revealing his two sharp fangs in the process. You couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as he suddenly gripped you by your hair at the root, making you want to arch your back in pain. The position made your neck bare teasingly right at him.

A low growl rubbles his chest before he decided to finally take you. The look on his face made you realize how stupid you truly are to think he would spare you. A scream gets caught in your throat just as his teeth pierced your skin.

But then you suddenly sat right up on your bed, the scream finally making it out from your mouth. You in panic look around your room, heavily breathing. Sweat trailed down from your forehead, hair uncomfortably sticking to your neck. Your neck. Your hand flew to your throat, trying to find evidence that her intruder was here but found nothing. Not even him. Your room now also seemed brighter than when you went to bed.

Your eyes darted to your alarm clock next. 3:00 am. The witching hour. You quickly turn on your lamp on your nightstand before pressing your fingers over your eyes.

It was just a dream. ‘Just a nightmare’. But it was like he was really here with you as you still felt the uncomfortable pressure on your neck…

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When you got a call from Mrs. Johnson stating that she needs you to look after the kids today, you took that offer without any hesitation. The older woman requested to be there somewhere between seven to eight o’clock in the night but you were already there by five, making an excuse that you had to go somewhere before that and that it only would be just unnecessary to go back to your apartment. The real reason however was that you couldn’t stand even a second more in your own home. It was the second day after your bad dream and just having the thought of sleeping in your bedroom made shiver go down your spine. It was like it was stained and it became too uncomfortable to be there at night or with the lights off. Yesterday you had to sleep in the living room with your tv playing in the background to get even sleepy.

To be fair, you can’t say that the dream was quite that bad in some way or another. It felt so real. If You were scared before, you were petrified now but you can’t lie to yourself about thinking back about the more pleasant parts of your dream. It felt so real and you wonder if he ever dreamed of you too…

‘Why I’m still thinking about him like that? He almost killed me!’

Stupid…

A tired sigh left your lips. You already put the kids to bed, well more like Sam who quickly fell asleep, liking your own made up bed time story compared to Tobias who cringed every time you changed your voice in certain aspects of the story. For dinner you made some simple pasta with meat. Mrs. Johnson got mad at the kids earlier, because they didn’t clean their room like they were asked to do, resulting of the sudden change from take out to this. You though craved it like crazy, ordering some pizza right after coming out of the kids’ bedroom. You felt a little guilty to not share some with them but imagining the unimpressed look of their mother, you decided to keep it a small secret of yours. Also you were actually too hungry to share and the kids were like vacuum cleaners when it came to pizza.

You snuggled into your borrowed blanket a little more, tracing the patterns on it. Your fingers pinched at each other, craving something to be between them. ‘Damn maybe I do have a nicotine addiction…’

You felt a lot more safer in here than your own home. Maybe you could get some sleep, feeling your eyes falling every time the lights in the movie got dimmer. Which was almost every time as you decided to watch The Conjuring. Maybe watching a horror would help you with your own personal one….

You watched the scene where the two young girls were sleeping soundly in their shared bedroom, till the leg of one of the girls was pulled, making her sit up on her bed with a heavy gasp. You have seen this scene multiple of times but there was still some moments that always get to you. Silently counting down the moment of the jumpscare, you watched concentrated as the other girl went to look behind their now open bedroom door to see if there truly was something as her sister claimed. Just as your countdown went to zero, the moment the door was flung closed, someone knocked on the front door.

A gasp comes from your throat. You wanted to curse at the horrible timing, ready to scold the pizza delivery. Your heart raced a little, putting a hand over your chest. You will soon have a heart attack if things will continue like that. Raising up to your feet, you with sadness put down your blanket, shivering from the lost of warmt. Grabbing your money from the table, you went to the door quickly so the person wouldn’t had to knock again and heighten the change of you being caught with your midnight snack. However nothing could have prepare you for what you are about to see or more like who…

Cracking the door open you did a double take. Your body froze up, eyes widened at who was now standing before you. There was no doubt…it was him. He, the person whose meeting left you with unbelievable feeling of fright and longing for more all together. The light coming from behind you helped you to finally get a close up look. You stood in the light while he stood in the dark made such a perfect sense.

His gorgeous long black hair framed his face just as perfectly as you had remembered, highlighting his sharp but also soft looking features. His lips tinted almost bloody red made your eyes then trail over his flawless pale skin. He was again dressed in black but you could make out a dark red fabric peaking from under his jacket that looked too cold for a weather like this, not like a little cold weather would harm him anyway. You could even make out a small singular freckle under his eyes, never noticing it before till now. Your gaze then finally stopped at his. God, maybe holding an eye contact with him was much more difficult that you had anticipated.

Firstly you were confused if you were seeing right. Is this real or again just your imagination? But this didn’t felt like dream at all and you are not sure if you should be thankful that it isn’t rather that. Suddenly, you remember your dream. Your cheeks turn red from embarrassment because of your quite scandalous dream and if you would look up to meet his eye, you would’ve seen how he watched closely the way the blood surfaced on your skin. You then also remembered how that dream ended and realization hits you.

How does he know that you are here? Has he been watching your every move? Does he know what you are doing here and more likely — why is he here? Is he…going to kill you?

While you were lost in your thoughts, the man had quite hard time not to take you right there and there. In what sense? He doesn’t know. Even after Minho told him that he couldn’t see you again and just forget about you, saying you are just like any ordinary girl. That maybe his slow rising obsession was just because he didn’t do what he usually did. You really weren’t the only one affected by your meeting. There was just something to you and he wanted to be sure…sure about this. Maybe if he just would have you in his hold again, it would settle his dead heart that seem to beating again just by your presence alone. You were just so enchanting and oh, so desirable…

You pulled the fabric of your hoodie closer to your body, trying to look everywhere but him. Suddenly something crossed your mind…’Maybe he still doesn’t know that you remember.’ Or maybe he’s here to end your suffering…

You licked your dried, chapped lips, finally looking at his face and concentrating hard at his small beauty mark that seemed like a good spot for you to get comfortable while not looking disrespectful. Funny that you even cares about that after all…

“Ehm…hello-“ You spoke up, voice getting stuck in your throat as you could feel his gaze become even more intense. “Can I help you?”

It was quiet for a while. If he wasn’t standing right in front of you, you wouldn’t even know he was here. You could hear your own breathing but his? His chest didn’t even rise up and it made you shiver from how uncanny that was. Your legs felt like jelly, body shaking once in a while making you hug yourself for some personal leverage.

Your eyes then flew to his when the silence became too loud. You shouldn’t have done that as you were now in daze from the mesmerizing blue color. His lips parted, almost like he wanted to finally answer and he did want to but there just so much on his mind right now.

He wanted to ask you anything and everything but he wasn’t so sure about his own answers. Yet, he did know or had a feeling that you didn’t forget about the night but he was too distracted by you right now. He was distracted by the soft features of your face and body, you to him looked like an ancient goddess and even being alive for so long and seeing many beautiful woman and man…he had never left so smitten. The blood pumping inside your veins, the smell…he could almost taste the sweet tanginess from the small distance and it made his mouth water. There wasn’t just the physical attraction, it just felt like there was something more and the days without knowing why made him go crazy…

“Go outside.” You were shocked at his sudden demand, fear striking over you. You stilled at your place, planting your feet more in to floor and gripping harsly at the door, almost leaving marks on the wood.

He frowns looking into your eyes, searching. ‘What is happening? Why won’t you move?’ He steps closer to you, now only the threshold being in his way but you didn’t knew that, only stepping more back and shielding yourself with the door. As he more and more looked into your eyes, he realized something…’This can’t be…’

“I said…go..outside.�� The vampire said more firmly, glaring at you.

You shakes your head, breathing heavily. “No.”

This made him even more mad. ‘This is impossible.’ He can’t just jump into conclusions. His eyes trailed down your body once more, looking for any traces of why his compulsion wasn’t working on you.

This whole situation made you hope more that it was just another bad dream. ‘This is just a real life nightmare.’ However if he wanted you dead, it would’ve already happened and even now then what’s stopping him? ‘Maybe it’s true’ He can’t go inside a house uninvited. You read that on the internet few days ago but you didn’t take it for granted. Real life vampires could be completely different from the versions you can see on television and read in fantasy books.

As he went to speak again, you prepared yourself, only watching as he closed his mouth again, now another frown forming on his face while his eyes finally left you only to look right behind you.

“Y/N, who is it?” Your heart skipped a beat hearing Sam’s small voice, laced with sleepiness. You quickly went up to her, making you shield her line of vision, so she wouldn’t see your company.

“No one.” Was your answer, not so sure if truthful at that. Grabbing the girl’s shoulder, you twirled her around while her small hands rubbed at her eyes, thankfully leaving even a smaller chance of seeing him. “Go back to bed.” As you went to close the door in instinct, you were immediately stopped. Before turning back at him, you shield the small girl with your body. You feared about her own safety now.

“Are you wearing silver?” He said, looking at you almost in desperation for an agreement but that question only made you confused. ‘Why is he asking such a question?’

You felt Sam gripping at your clothes, hugging her body closer to your. You suddenly felt this small feeling of protectiveness. “I don’t know what you want from me but I advise you to just leave.” Your voice was surprisingly firm and stance strong. And at that you closed the door.

You however didn’t know that your heartbeat gave the answer away…

“This can’t be possible.” He whispers into the night, following for just a moment more the sound of your heartbeat and intoxicating smell.

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You look into the depths of the colors of orange and red. Watching the liquid drip and come back in a pattern that seems to memorized by you because of your not stop staring for the past hour. The lava lamp was way better at keeping your mind distracted than the long forgotten pizza on the table before you. You already lost your appetite a long time ago. You were even scared to open the door for the delivery man, twice making sure it wasn’t actually again your unexpected guest. You even made sure to keep yourself behind the threshold if he didn’t change his mind and just wait for the right moment to take you.

You wanted to cry so badly. You didn’t know what to do. ‘Was there even a way out of this mess?’ Maybe he already left you for good…well that’s what you want to believe. He definitely had other reasons for his sudden visit or he may just be playing with you…only playing with his food. You didn’t felt anything other than that from the looks he gave you.

An hour went by and it felt almost like a decade. You felt the walls swallowing you, making it hard to breathe. Did he truly just watched you? Or did he also watched other people that crossed your life? You had more the urge to tell, warn your friend about this blood sucking creature. ‘I will tell her’, you thought.

Hearing the front door open, made you immediately stand up on your wobbly feet. Though your body relaxed the moment you heard the sound of two all too familiar voices, there still is some fear left. You almost cried out in relief, hearing the joyful voices of Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, running to greet them.

They stumbled inside, the older woman slipping on the polished floor, gripping at her dear husband with dear life and only laughing more. Though their joyful mood disappears as they took a look at you, standing behind them with face white as a ghost and eyes wide open, just staring straight ahead. It made them tense up.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Asked Mr. Johnson, pulling his glasses more up his nose to get a closer look at you. “Did something happened?” Now his voice strains with a little panic.

That seemed to help you snap out of your trance, quickly shaking your head in disagreement, seeing their sudden frightened looks. “Nothing happen don’t worry! Just surprised you got back so early.” You sheepishly smiled, the move straining your muscles.

They both sighed in relief, making you feel guilty to scared them like that. “Yeah, if you were there you couldn’t handle my boss’s awful jokes either.” Said Mr. Johnson, helping his wife to take off her beautiful fur coat.

Smiling, you nod in understatement. “Em…did you-?” Y/N trailed off, leaving the man confused for a second before he gasped in realization.

“Oh, shit-“ Immediately a hand flew to slap him on the back of his head. “Sorry, I forgot Y/N...” He said sheepishly, rubbing the sore spot from the hit he just received.

You wave it off, a little saddened that you couldn’t get your daily dose of nicotine but what can’t you do? “That’s fine.”

The man shakes his head, grabbing the car keys from the hanger. “I can still go and get them for you.”

“No-“

“No, come with me, it will be quick.” You glanced at his wife who only shrugged in response, the only thing on her mind right now a hot bath and warm bed. “I’m not even sure what exact brand it is, so just come with me-“

That made you a bit unsure, scared of going out at this hour and at this moment. Just the thought of walking out of the door, made your stomach turn. But you will have someone with you…it should be fine.

“Okay…” You gulped down the lump in your throat. “Thank you.”

Nodding the man gives a quick kiss to her lovely wife’s forehead who looked rather stunning in her emerald green dress. “We’ll be back, love.” She humms, already leaving the conversation to go start her desired bath.

The moment you step outside, the cold weather went under your oversized hoodie. You almost went right back inside seeing the contrast of the warmness and brightness of the inside and the coldness and darkness of the outside. Today’s night was awfully quiet. Not even a sound echoed through the wind. The swaying trees didn’t make their usual crying sounds and neither the rustling leaves.

The ride to the gas station was even more quiet and at least your company made you a little more at ease. ‘Was always the road so haunting?’ You were never the one to be scared of driving in the dark but as their headlights were the only source of light, it made you press yourself more into your seat, waiting as if something would just suddenly pop up before you. The man didn’t seem to pick up on your unusual behavior, too exhausted at the moment, his mind somewhere else.

As you two pulled up to the side of the gas station, you almost begged Mr. Johnson to move a little closer to it so you wouldn’t walk that far but you understood that it would be easier for him to turn back around. You put your hand into your pocket for a moment just playing with your wallet, like you were looking for something but you were only buying yourself more time to pick up the pieces of your sanity.

Stepping outside and closing the door behind you, you stood there for a moment watching the green lights from the gas station flicker. You were basically in the middle of nowhere. It was just outside of the town but it felt like you were in a fever dream from how deserted it looked. The car and the gas station were the only thing giving you some light to see in the pitch black darkness. Even the stars and moon could be barely seen as the whole day had a quite gloomy weather. Almost like matching with your mood.

Your train of thoughts helped you get through the dark, walking inside the shop and quickly going to the cashier, already wanting to just be back inside the car. The older man behind the cashier didn’t even look up from his magazine, turning his back to you to give you your desired cigarettes.

“All?” He asked you.

Bouncing on your feet you nodded. “Yes, thank you.” You then slapped the money onto the counter, grabbing your pack of cigarettes and making your way back.

Your eyes fell to the parked car, not moving away from your said target. You quietly counted in your head each step, gaze still unmoving but your line of vision was suddenly blocked by something just as you walked into the pit of darkness once again.

You stumbled but someone’s hands quickly grabbed your shoulders, steadying you up. The unknown contact made you gasp, heart pounding, almost threatening to jump right out of chest as you finally saw who was touching you.

You wanted to scream, anything but again you found yourself in a daze but it didn’t stop small tears to gather in your eyes. You looked into the dark brown eyes of a man that was now very far from stranger. Everything happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to try and run away from him. Like there was even a chance…

“I’m only doing this for him...” He said, almost like justifying himself for what he is about to do while looking right into your glossy eyes.

“What-“ That was the only word you could muster up, watching him lean over you.

“Sleep.”

The simply world sounded so delightful and delicious coming from his pink lips that you had no other choice but to follow the demand, your eyes rolling back into your head before falling into unconsciousness.

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The Issue with Eden Polycule

So I wanted to articulate my thoughts on a relationship that ive seen in fandom spaces and lots of fan art or fanfiction. I don’t have any opinions or problems with Adam/Eve/Lucifer/Lilith, but I feel like there are some implications and tropes that we should be more careful about when it comes to Eve/Lucifer/Lilith or even just Eve/Lucifer. Before getting into it though, just a disclaimer: this post is not about polycules in general. It’s not my cup of tea personally, but ship whatever you please! This post is just me rambling about my own thoughts. Feel free to have your own interpretations. ALSO! None of this justifies Adam’s behavior. He is responsible for his decisions, including his cruelty towards people, language, and his decision to essentially wage mass genocide each year. And this post isn’t to say that this relationship drama is the sole reason why he ended up doing exterminations.

1. I don’t really like portrayals that have Lucifer/Lilith (L/L) sleeping with Eve and having her cheat on Adam, especially when it takes place in Eden. I’m afraid Vivzie might have this narrative take place in HH, but doing so does a real disservice to Eve’s (and Lucifer’s if he acted alone) character by having her be willing to cheat, and also does a disservice to Adam by having him be cheated on for reasons that are probably not entirely his fault. Not to mention a lot of media where this happens often has the tone of just “haha let’s cuck Adam twice,” which comes off to me as petty and unfair. Not only is it not a funny joke, but it essentially reinforces and justifies Adam’s misogynistic tendencies later. Especially the ideas that women are promiscuous, always willing to cheat and be unfaithful. The narrative would do nothing to disprove this if BOTH of Adam’s wives did in fact cheat on him.

2. Another thing about Eden. Lilith was Adam’s first wife, literally created for the purpose of being his partner. This is also pre-Apple, meaning that Adam has no concept of right vs wrong. The way he acts, if he truly was controlling and mean and the story book wasn’t exaggerating (which I doubt), is entirely the programming of the angels and the way they tolerate or enable his behavior. Assuming we went with the theory that Adam never ate the apple, it’s the same situation with Eve if she left him and/or cheated with L/L. The way I see it, Lilith’s cheating on Adam is not justified, even if she disagreed with Adam on certain things.

3. I also want to note that cheating on one’s partner is not a justifiable punishment for Adam’s behavior. Whether pre or post apple (now assuming he did eat it), I see it as fighting fire with fire, and all it usually does is create even more hostility and problems than if the person just clearly broke off the relationship first. L/L/E runs the risk of inadvertently encouraging unfaithfulness in relationships and marriages as solutions to a problem, but this is rarely the case. As stated earlier, it only makes Adam justified in acting the way he does. And with that justification, is he really in the wrong for how he treats women? What reason does he have to change his behavior if he is right about them? I could probably accept both wives leaving him if the purpose is to justify Adam’s behavior and not just mock him, to show how morality is not just black and white and the villains sometimes have justifiable reasons for thinking the way they do. But it still seems very shallow on Lilith and Eve’s parts.

4. This part is just my opinion on L/L/E, but I don’t find the idea of Eve getting with the people who caused her to lose Eden very convincing. L/L are the reasons her and Adam were cast out of the garden and made to live for centuries laboring to survive, farming cursed ground and painfully delivering several children. Not to mention the bringing of sin and death into the world, losing Abel at the hands of his brother and Cain being cast away to wander the Earth. All the suffering she faced in life and the suffering of all of her descendants, all of humanity. Her sleeping with Lucifer makes no sense to me unless he seduced her (when she was more naive, maybe even pre-apple) intentionally, either for the purpose of hurting Adam or if he did just love her also, which makes him complicit in ruining someone’s marriage. None of this fits with Lucifer’s character, a malewife who adores his Tall Queen and comes off to me as being very loyal. The idea of open marriage is better, but Adam does not seem like the type of guy who likes to share anything, and his marriage is very clearly between Adam and Eve. That controlling personality indicated by the story book leads me to see him as likely having some jealousy and possessiveness (though not in extreme ways).

5. The only other option is Lucifer sleeping with Eve after her death and if she goes to hell, since we know Adam and Eve lived a thousand years married together on Earth, starting humanity. But I don’t see any reason for this. We need much much more information about Adam and Eve’s relationship and all four of their relationships’ to each other in general first before we can talk more about this. But until then, I don’t see any reason to break up Adam and Eve unless there’s some importance to it in the narrative. For me, I see Adam’s womanizing in heaven as a sign that Eve is probably not in heaven. And thinking that he’ll never see her again because “Hell is forever,” he eventually becomes bitter and jaded over thousands of years and decides that his relationship with Eve must be over then. Possibly the same case with Eve in hell, somehow leading up to sleeping with Lucifer. But considering she’s no where to be found with L/L and Lucifer only references her once, there seems to be zero indication of anything between them.

6. To briefly touch on the idea that once in heaven, Eve eventually left Adam because of his horrible personality and womanizing. This is still possible, but it seems like WAY too big of a personality shift to go from married and raising a family for a thousand years to suddenly being a massive asshole and a philanderer. Something must have happened that magnified all the worst aspects of his personality. There’s no way he is the same today as he was in Eden or on Earth. If he is, that’s just shitty lazy writing on Vivzie’s part and Adam is nothing but a one dimensional villain with no depth at all. Massive waste of a character with huge potential.

Tl;dr This post is already too long so I’ll just summarize everything. Although I agree that Adam is definitely an arrogant and annoying villain, Lilith and Eve cheating on adam is unjustified imo, there is no reason for Eve to cheat on Adam or leave him at all from what we can tell now, and her having any relationship with Lucifer also makes no sense considering what his choices turned her life into. But let me know your thoughts on all this, if there’s some point you want to make or a disagreement on something else!

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Linked by Touch

Matt Murdock x FemReader

Word count: 1900

Summary: You know how much he yearns to touch and be touched, even though he's too afraid to ask for it. You make it your mission to give him all the affection he deserves.

Trigger warnings: none

Masterlist

Matthew Murdock, you've come to find, is an extremely tactile person.

You're not exactly shocked, given the way he uses his hands to navigate the world around him more than most people. But while you watch him ache for touch, both to be touched and to touch others, you rarely see him ask or offer it, as if he's afraid to be rejected either way.

You've known the man for all of three months, having been introduced through Karen, the kind blonde woman in your book club who you can tell early on is in need of a good girl friend. She must notice the same yearning in you because she strikes up a conversation with you one day, and weeks later, your friendship has progressed to her inviting you to drinks with the men she considers her best friends.

Foggy is one of the most cheerful men you've ever met, his smile always ready on speed dial, it seems. He's quick to laugh, quick to make a joke, quick to send an exaggerated wink your way when you say something that could be considered flirtatious if either one of you took it seriously.

Matt is a little more reserved, often looking lost in his own head, red glasses glinting in the dim lights of the crowded bar, hiding eyes you just know are probably the most expressive part of him. There's a reason he keeps them hidden away, you think.

The smiles he sends your way are absolutely stunning, his laugh lines becoming more exaggerated, a dimple appearing to the right of his mouth. It’s no surprise when you make it your personal mission to see his lips open in a laugh or a smile as often as you can.

Foggy and Karen are easy in their physical affection for each other. Shoulders bumping intentionally when sitting next to each other, grabbing hands in comfort or shared hilarity, shoving each other lightly when a joke is made at the other's expense. Years of friendship and hardships provides a level of comfort with each other that isn’t easily severed.

And it's not that they don't include Matt in their circle of affection, because they do. It's just...different. There's something there, something you can't quite pinpoint, but sometimes it looks like they're nervous he might run off if they press him too hard.

You're not a therapist, but growing up the only introvert in a family of loud extroverts has made you rather adept at observing people, watching for familiar tics and brief flickers of emotions that pass over someone's face so quickly that you'd almost miss it if you weren't paying attention. Moments in time when someone might let a vulnerability slip, or a flash of anxiety so fleeting you might wonder if it was real.

You’ve learned that people give tiny tells of themselves away all the time, little pieces they’re unaware someone could notice, if one is only observant and patient enough to look for them.

When it comes to Matthew Murdock, you’re both.

You pay attention to everything that Matt says and does, longing to find a way inside his head, if only to know how you might help him smile more and laugh harder. You’re not quite sure what he has gone through in his life, not quite sure of the things he’s experienced, but what you are sure of is that the man has been taught to believe that his needs are secondary to everyone else’s.

It’s no surprise to you that Matt is extremely touch starved, yearning for something that he doesn’t believe he deserves or knows how to even articulate. The office of Nelson, Murdock & Page slowly includes you in more and more of their get-togethers, so it’s a rather easy conclusion to come to as you find your eyes drifting to him more often than not. You see how, even while he leans into whatever hug and kiss on the cheek Foggy or Karen gives him, he seems to hold back, as if he thinks something so soft, so affectionate, so downright simple is too much to ask for.

Matt has a way of keeping people at arm's length, one that you assume has held him back from friends and from lovers for decades. You're not sure if he does it intentionally or unintentionally, and you're also not quite sure if he knows the answer, either. You can see the brief flicker of vulnerability that passes over his face when Foggy and Karen offer him their warmth, and you can see the flash of longing on his face that passes by even quicker, before it's replaced with something more neutral when they pull away.

It’s in those moments that you spend extra time trying to draw him into conversations, making every effort to pull him back down to Earth as his insecurities attempt to pull him away. You make it your mission to coax him gently out of his head, if only to show that his presence is wanted and needed, that he is not replaceable, that he is one hundred percent valued and loved and welcomed by everyone seated at their high top table located in the corner of Josie’s bar.

You don't know this man well, not yet at least, but you'll be damned if he spends one more minute looking like he expects people to ask him to leave, when all he wants to do is stay.

It starts with an innocent nudge of your foot against his one night at happy hour, one that could almost be claimed as accidental. His face whips up towards yours, startled, cherry lips open in bewilderment, and you can see the way his mind is trying to sort through the possible reasons for the light brushing of your foot against his.

There’s a light flush to his cheeks, no doubt from the drinks he’s been sipping on all evening, and the color is a sweet, beautiful compliment to his dark hair and fair skin tone. His glasses flicker underneath the muted lights of the bar as he gives you his full attention, and your heart briefly stutters when you realize you may have just started down a path with the man in front of you that you’re not sure you’ll ever want to step off of.

Taking a deep breath, ready to give this man the world if he were to ask it of you, your foot carefully nudges his again, and there's only a moment’s pause before he pushes lightly back.

After that, it only takes a few times out with the four of you before he's the one initiating the contact, foot lightly tapping against yours several times during the course of an evening out as a group. He sits across from you, head tilted in your direction even while Foggy is drunkenly talking his ear off, and your cheeks redden with the knowledge that though nothing has been said, you’ve begun slipping from friendship into something that could be more. You smile into your beer bottle, and watch as a similar version blooms across his face as he takes a sip from his own drink.

Months later, you’ll find it hilarious when you realize that the beginning of your relationship with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen started off with a game of footsie.

Casually resting your hand on his forearm while he tells a funny story is what comes next, and the light contact causes him to jump in his seat, a blush appearing across his cheeks before he finishes what he’s saying. He's sitting next to you this time, having joined later than the rest of the group and realizing the only open seat is the one to your left. Foggy and Karen have chosen to sit side by side across the table while they read through an email together on one of their phones.

Despite a brief scattering of scars that are present, his skin is the softest you’ve ever felt, and your hand remains on his arm the rest of the night. You go out of your way to use your opposite hand for everything you need, whether it be to push your hair back behind your ear or take a sip of your drink, loathe to miss one second of the way he feels against your fingers.

He makes no effort to move you, and instead shifts in his seat so that he’s better positioned to accept your touch.

Following that night, Matt only ever sits next to you, and it's not long before his hand is resting on your arm as you regale the group with embarrassing stories from college, or while you bitch and moan about your boss. His fingers tap against your arm in a rhythm only he can hear, his calloused hands warm and soothing and right, and you find yourself wishing he would lean into you and hum whatever song is in his head, longing for the sound to be low and raspy and meant just for your ears.

The touches you exchange gradually move to shoulder bumpings, arms around the backs of chairs, and hugs that last a second or two longer than the ones he normally shares with Foggy and Karen.

There’s faint kisses on cheeks, fingers playing with the tips of your long hair, a whisper of a thigh pressed against yours once, then twice, until one day, your thighs do nothing but touch, pressing from hip to knee, a burning heat radiating up and down the entire course of your body.

The day that he removes his hand from the crook of your elbow while you're guiding him to the next bar, and chooses to hold your hand instead, a gentle lacing of fingers without a word on either side, you go home and text your mother that you think you've found the man you're going to marry.

Hand holding turns into soft kisses on door steps which then turns into sleeping next to him on his silk sheets, his bare chest to your back, arm around your waist, a solid thigh slid between yours.

His hands map every single inch of your skin, the trail of his fingers feeling like a flame that is only put out by the mouth that soon follows. Words are written into his skin as you whisper everything you’ve wanted to promise him from the day you met.

You consider it a personal victory when he tells you he plans to take you up on every single one of those promises, and makes some of his own as he lays you down on his bed, hands holding yours above your head as he moves against you, moves in you.

Your investment in making Matt Murdock smile and ask for your touch as much as you do his is the most worthwhile one you've ever made.

He offers his affection with palms on your cheeks, fingertips pressed into your skin, kisses placed on lips and eyelids and everywhere else he wants to put them, and you soak it all up until they're tucked under your ribcage and resting up against your heart. You offer frequent and quiet reminders that his body was made for all things soft and precious and gentle, as much as it's been molded for the harsh reality and violence of Hell's Kitchen.

Matthew Murdock was born to be adored and loved and cherished, and while you wish he could see it for himself, you have no objections to being the one that helps him believe it.

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