#side drabble

[minim236]

grumpy one just does everything the sunshine one says. like they cannot for the life of them say no ~ requested by an aon!

This sums up Baldwin and Alyssa's relationship!

Can't Say No.

"Babe, can we buy that cottage we saw in Kent? I think it would be place for Nina and the other children to play around in?"

Alyssa brought up the suggestion over lunch at Sept-Tours with the family.

Baldwin nodded in agreement, "Yes. Give the realtor a call tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Alyssa chirped, returning to her food, unaware of the confused looks in her direction.

This was noted again by Diana. It was not that it was anything big, but she knew Baldwin to constantly count the cost of everything.

She brought the twins over to meet their newest adopted daughter, Nina, who was only a few months old.

"Baldwin, we should buy one of those vibrating cots for Nina?" Alyssa asked, when Diana suggested it was good for naps.

"Why not?" He murmured. He dug into his pocket and gave her his credit card, "Sorry, I have a meeting. Can you go without me?"

Diana was surprised at how sincere he was and Alyssa smiled, leaning up to kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

"Only this time. I miss having my personal assistant with me to carry bags." Alyssa joked. He kissed her on top of the bed, gently tickled his baby daughter's stomach before leaving.

Diana looked at Alyssa, still surprised, "What do you have on him? Seriously, he doesn't do anything for anyone else without thinking first!"

Alyssa shrugged, "Meh. He's likely to say yes to me and Nina and Miyako. He just doesn't like the rest of you that much. At least on most weekdays."

#oc: alyssa lawson #baldwin montclair x oc #baldwin de clermont #fic: sunshine #side drabble #a discovery of witches #adow fic #all souls trilogy #diana bishop #drabble fic

[rubbarband]

Adversary in the fog

Drabble involving @rubbarband & @electricea

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Meanwhile

A woman stood in the deeper parts of the alleyways, standing in a foggy area. Suddenlt the fog turns into a wolf head, it growls as the woman looks up to it.

"Nothing to report then...that hero...certainly a thorn in our sides. We should kill him next we run into the brat."

The spectral wolf reacts with a growl

"Yes a place to stay, find the wealthiest people you can, I can use your powers to...persuade them."

The creature nodded before dissipating into fog.

"Well would ya look at this guys, a cutie, all alone as well. Hey babe- wanna come hang out with us? " The woman is approached by three thugs, look like yakuza. She promptly ignores them.

"Hey bitch my friend was talkin to y- aaaaauh!" Suddenly a short sword was to his neck.

"Yakuza....no quirks, relatively weak! trash on the road. But maybe you'll be useful to me. Take me, to your base." The summoner demanded.

Two of the villains tried to run only to be blocked off by the form of a spectral wolf, growling, saliva coming off it's jowls.

"The weak should serve the strong, you agree right?" She gave them a cold look, an icy cold gaze that could kill if possible.

#electricea #|| a persona-l problem || #side drabble

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

#if only you guys could see our chats. they're so so filthy #shout out to the first friend i've made on this lil side blog of mine- bless up! #i still don't know how to tag SHIT #but imma try my best!! #john price drabble #john price x reader #john price x reader drabble #john price smut #john price x reader smut #oh god how else do i do this this feels so awkward and weird #cod smut #cod x reader #cod drabble #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 smut #uuhhhh #yeah that works enough #im gonna need to be someone's smut protege or something so i can learn LMFAO

[suiana]

✎ yandere! side character that's the hot guy everyone wants to pursue in the hit otome game 'last waltz'!!! too bad he's only a side character and not one of the love interests

✎ yandere! side character that rides a super cool motorcycle and has multiple piercings. fuck he's so hot- wait he plays the electric guitar too?! why's he only a side character and not a love interest?!

✎ yandere! side character that's... sentient?! huh he's the only love interest for you now?! you're not complaining though, he makes things super spicy 😈😈

✎ yandere! side character that is obsessed with you. that's why you get special treatment :3 he was supposed to be one of the love interests but he's a sentient being and changed the code to become a side character for everyone instead.

"hold on tight baby. we're gonna go fast."

he laughs as an angry man in an expensive car chases after the both of you. you see, you had somehow isekai'd into the world of 'last waltz', a hit otome game back in your world. and you were on a date with one of the boring love interests until the hot side character you loved whisked you off your feet and practically kidnapped you from the love interest.

it was a funny thing to see, a side character fighting with one of the love interests. but who were you kidding, this guy was practically meant to be one of the love interests! his story and everything was so well developed and he had the looks too! it's just funny that he's a side character... that's in love with you?!

back in your world he'd often pop up when he wasn't supposed to, going on dates with your virtual avatar and... some other spicy things. like removing your in game clothes while you were asleep and leaving you in shock when you entered the game again.

at first you thought it was just a glitch. but a glitch couldn't be like this, right?! literally creating new whole stories and events just with him?! with the other love interests not even having a chance with you?!

you tried sharing your experience with others online, but it never worked. it was like there was some unknown force stopping you from doing so... your phone suddenly running out of battery, the app glitching out... it was so weird that you just gave up.

and then you were suddenly isekai'd into the game?? nothing made sense anymore. so you just lived like the main character, going on dates with hot love interests, taking their money and relishing in their constant love and affection... until the side character popped up and began to replace the love interests.

whatever, he was your favourite character anyways. and you knew he knew it. I mean, why else would he be smirking as you leaned into his touch as he sped away from the angry love interest?

"they must love me... more than the boring love interest at least."

he seemed to be in his own thoughts as he laughed boisterously. you ignored him, simply resting your head against his broad shoulders as the constant honking from the other love interest slowly faded away.

hm. you wonder if the side character will be as rough as other times. after all, the route he seems to be taking... is to his house. and whenever you were at his house, it always ended up with you in his bed. naked.

oh well.

whatever, it was just a virtual world. you'd be out soon so it doesn't matter.

right?

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere side character #yandere side character x reader #male yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[the-panda-queen]

Dateables and Side Characters Favorite Sleeping Position w/ You

this is part 2, part 1 is the brothers

cw: can be read platonically or romantic (except Luke- strictly platonic), gn reader

Luke: Loves to fall asleep in your lap while you both watch a movie. The second you wrap your arms around him like you're cradling a baby, he will fall asleep. Will adamantly deny it in all days ending in "Y".

Getting up to eat or go to the bathroom isn't much of an issue. He'll weakly wrap his arms around your neck to try and stop you. Again his grip isn't that strong. Carry him to his bed once you're done.

Barbatos: Does he even sleep? /j Not big on cuddling, finds it difficult to slip away in the early morning to do his duties as a loyal butler. Whenever you do sleep over he does enjoy falling asleep holding your hand while facing one another. He'll close his eyes and listen to your relaxed and steady breathing as he drifts off into sleep.

Will defiantly wake up if you leave the bed. Has a tray prepared with all your favorite snacks and will offer to make you a pot of tea. When going to the bathroom he'll give you your space and lay in bed awaiting your return.

Simeon: Loves to fall asleep with his face nestled in your hair and being the big spoon. Will wrap you in his arms and legs to ensure no one can take you from him.

He'll pretend to be asleep if you leave the bed. Once you return he'll still look peaceful and undisturbed. Wrap yourself in his arms again and he'll murmur a sweet "welcome back/ I missed you".

Diavolo: Make this demon prince the little spoon I beg you. Loves to be cuddled. Many don't approach him so casually because of his title so when you wrap him in your arms he melts faster than ice cream in death valley. He'll snuggle deeper into your arms with a smile on his face as he drifts off.

Before laying down he will come into the room with a tray of all your favorite snacks and drinks. He needs you to know that he prepared everything himself. Leave to go to the bathroom and he's wide- eyed and waiting. Feels 10x colder without your presence.

Raphael: Likes when you fall asleep with you head in his lap, he'll stroke your hair/ face while humming a soothing tune. Will sleep sitting up as he feels like he needs to be alert at a moments notice because some demons will try and take kidnap you.

Will feel you stir and get up, if you're going to get a snack he'll accompany you to the kitchen and, "Hey there's some of Solomon's cooking still in the fridge! You can have the first bite." He'll give you your space if you're going to the bathroom.

Thirteen: She loves when you nuzzle into her chest. The feeling of your warm steady breath calms her and lulls her into a blissful sleep. She'll wrap her arms around you, not wanting to let you go.

Good luck leaving her arms, let alone the room. Has tons of traps laid out, some you made together. If you manage to get out, congrats! Beel probably beat you to the kitchen and I'd imagine you're about to explode if you need the bathroom.

Mephisto: Honestly such a soft demon, practically purrs into your arms once alone. Will nuzzle himself into your chest. To keep up his façade of how a noble demon should act he'll make it sound like he's doing you a favor, as you're a precious part in Diavolo's dreams, so obviously this is why he has to cuddle with you to go to sleep. A happy human is good for everyone.

No reason to leave the room for a snack, just ring the little bell on his night stand and a butler or maid demon will be happy to get you anything you need. Has a bathroom connected to his room, hurry back. Would feel like a bad host if he doesn't check on you after a while, will knock on the door if you take too long.

Solomon: Likes when you rest you head on his chest. The fact that you want to be this close to him at all makes his head swirl. He'll wrap one or both his arms around you trying to feel in your heartbeats are in sync with his own.

He doesn't wake up if you need to leave the room, yet subconsciously he'll feel restless and move around on the bed as if searching you you. Once you return he sighs contently and wraps you in his arms once more.

#obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me dateables #obey me side characters #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen #obey me mephistopheles #obey me solomon #obey me drabble

[lefaystrent]

"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #fanfiction #writing #inspired by an actual love confession #it might have been my love confession #casually just showing up to drop a random drabble #im still scared of life #but inspiration is never dead just sleeping

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Sick...god he felt so sick, how did he not notice sooner? He should have stayed by your side, he just....he thought you would be safe.

You should have been safe.

It didn't feel real, Husk could not believe that you were gone.

Swallowing thickly, Husk turned to face the princess, his ears flat on his head. "Is this my fault? That she's gone? What if she's in the rubble? I gotta-."

"Husk...this isn't your fault...we'll find y/n." Charlie took a step forward as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "They're not in the hotel...they're not even in the hotel...."

"What?!"

Husk's head snapped towards Charlie, his heart hammering in his chest. "Where are they?"

Bringing your knees to your chest, you closed your eyes tightly. "Why did you take me?" You've finally calmed down enough to ask him that question, you wanted to know...you needed to know.

Adam kept his back to you, he couldn't look at you, couldn't face you. "Because you're my wife..."

"Wife?! Now I'm your wife?! A year! You waited a fucking year to suddenly realize that I am your wife Adam!" You yelled, anger taking over your sadness.

"You...you have no right! No right! I finally found my family! I finally found someone to love me and you."

Biting your lip you shook your head doing your best to take hold of your emotions. "Why wasn't I good enough before? Why now?"

"I." Adam paused, he was not sure he could answer you that question. He knew he felt something for you, he had too. "I dont...I'm sorry...I'm an asshole and I don't deserve you...I don't think I ever deserved you."

Adam paused hearing arguing outside the door though he had to jump back once it swung wide open.

Bursting through the door, Charlie let her shoulders drop once she spotted you. "You're here! I'm so happy you're here." Ignoring Lute's protests as she shoved Adam aside the princess tugged you into her arms hugging you tightly. "Come on, we're going home, everyone was so worried, especially Husk! ."

Tensing, you looked at Adam.He wasn't looking at you but you caught a weak smile on his lips as you walked away. "I wish it was better...goodbye Adam."

Finally turning to look at you, Adam gave you his signature smirk despite a tear running down his cheek. "See ya later doll...congrats on the whole pregnancy thing too. I just know You'll be a kickass mother."

#drabbles #drabble #imagines #imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n #one sided love #onesided adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam x you #hazbin #hazbin adam

[xhanisai]

Ladybug has a sketchbook full of Chat Noir drawings and studies. She often brings it with her during patrol and says "Oh, I just need to do some anatomy studies and experiment with my pens" but in actuality, she just wants to draw her Chaton <333

And Chat Noir absolutely LOVES it. It's not like when he's modelling where the final photographs are airbrushed and edited to 'perfection'. It's how Ladybug visualises him; he looks stunning in every drawing. It makes him feel pretty and like she can truly see him.

Sometimes, Ladybug does give in to Chat Noir's pleading eyes and allows him to keep a few drawings. He has them framed on Plagg's mini cheese fridge.

#ladynoir #i did a drabble based on this ish #but i wanna see more of maribug sharing her artistic side with adrichat #miraculous ladybug

[kjrcrz]

SYNOPSIS ! AFTER CONSTANT PINNING over park sunghoon and getting rejected countless times by him, you've never once given up on trying to get in his heart. All your friends tell you to get over him, but you refuse. Upon hearing that he started dating a girl older than him and overhearing his harsh words about you, you stopped your nagging and gave him what he wanted. But why was he outside your home, drenched from the rainfall, desperately trying to win you back?

OR WHEN PARK SUNGHOON finally comes to his senses after all this time that you had been so deeply in love with him, he realizes he was too. Missing your joyous character, he attempts to win you back before you find someone else. Will he be able to get inside your heart once more?

THE COUPLE ?! popular!sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE ! ... smau, set in highschool-ish/college(?), fluff & angst, crack, she fell first he fell harder kinda trope

WARNINGS ! ... sunghoon is an ass in the first half, suggestive jokes/cursing ( kms/kys etc ), y/n is super delusional and somewhat gullible, tons of second hand embarrassment tbh

FEATURING ... y/n as ningning ( certified ningning lover 4life 🫶 ), aespa, lesserafim, zb1 ,nct dream, enhypen & more !

TAGLIST ... open ! send an ask, comment, or dm to be added !

AUTHORS NOTE ; HI!! i know i have a jungwon smau that i haven't updated in weeks but i came up with this idea last night bc i couldn't sleep 💔 but i felt like this was a really good idea and i just HAD work on it right away before the idea slips my mind! i promise i'll start my jungwon smau soon but as for now, enjoy this hoon smau! im so proud of how the header came out & i'm so excited to write this smau 🥹🥹

profiles ; y/n's crew! | hoon's crew!

CHAPTERS !

୨୧ one ; pilot

୨୧ two ;

୨୧ three ;

more tba ! chapter names may change / be deleted

#kjrcrz #⎯⎯ 박성훈 ( hoon ) ㅤ✧ ࣪ 🐧 #🔖 ׅ works ׁ ꪆ #💌 — let me in(side of your heart)! #enhypen smau #park sunghoon #sunghoon smau #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #kpop smau #enhypen #enha #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen social media au #enhypen socmed au #enhypen social au #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fake texts #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon soft hours

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Patience Worn Thin

Warnings: suggestions of cheating, Lloyd being a pervert, mentions of injury.

“I told you to hold the ladder,” you hiss as you slump in the plastic chair, cradling your limp right arm.

“I was holding it!”

“You weren’t, I looked down and you were twirling that stupid mustache–”

“Why were you looking down? Maybe that’s why you fell–”

“Goddamn it!” You snarl at both his stupidity and the agony tearing at your muscles, “it’s definitely dislocated.”

“How would you know? It’s probably just a sprain and you’re being a big baby.”

You sneer, gnashing your teeth as your eyes threaten to roll back. The waiting room seats are less than hospitable to your injury and the wait times are even less amenable. Nothing about this situation is pleasant but especially not the man next to you.

That man your sister made the poor choice of marrying. The one you warned her about. The one you were left at your parents’ house with in some twist of fate.

“I’m the baby, sure,” you scoff.

“Trust me, I’ve had a dislocated shoulder. You’d be passed out if it was that bad–”

“Maybe I just have higher pain tolerance,” you grit out, “putting up with you, I’d think so–”

He touch your shoulder, “trust me, if it was–”

The sheer pain from just a simple poke has a wave of nausea coursing through you. You shriek and cover your mouth, retching as you fight your insides. Your eyes tinge hotly as you lean away from him.

“Jesus, don’t gotta be so damn dramatic,” he sneers at you.

You pant into your palm, swallowing back the swell of bile. You sit up as straight as you can and whimper. You drop your hand and glare at him, “don’t touch me.”

“Relax, I was just testing it,” he rolls his eyes.

“You really are an idiot,” you snip, “I don’t know how she puts up with you–”

“Maybe if you got good dick, you’d know why,” he shoots back.

Your mouth falls open, “as if–”

“You definitely don’t given how tight that ass is,” he retorts.

“You’re nasty.”

“I can be,” he snickers, “you know…” he sits back and taps his chin as he scrunches his lips thoughtfully, “I always kinda wanted to try the sister thing.”

“Ew, don’t even,” you recoil, “that’s absolutely disgusting.”

He only laughs more as you turn your face away. You have never met someone more repugnant than him. You can’t believe Vanessa could ever settle for him. 

“So… do you flick the bean with the right hand or can you still manage with the left–”

“Stop.”

“I’m only asking cause the recovery time is gonna be torturous if you can’t even rub the tension out–”

“Is this appropriate to be chatting about with your sister-in-law–”

“Hey, we're not related by blood,” he insists defensively.

“Why don’t you go? I can handle this by myself.”

“Are you kidding me? Nessie won’t let me get it in if I abandon her favourite sister at the hospital and seeing as you’re saying no?” He arches a brow at you, tilting his head coyly. You glare and he grins again, “right, that’s a no, so I gotta keep in her good books.”

“If you insist on staying, please do me a favour and stop talking.”

He pushes his lips together and nods, sitting back as his forehead lines. He’s thinking. That’s never good.

“You know, there’s a lot more fun things I can do with this mouth–”

“Alright,” you stand up and charge over to the nurses window, hissing as you hold your arm, “I’m sorry to bother, did you say it’s three hours?”

“For urgent cases, ma’am,” the nurse answers without looking up.

“Okay, well, my shoulder is hanging out of the socket–”

“You’re a level yellow. Sit down, it’ll be a while,” she dismisses you curtly. 

You huff and glance behind you. Lloyd watches you, fluttering his fingers over the bristle above his lip. Reluctantly you go back to him, swiping a magazine from the table before you sit. You balance it on your lap and flip the cover.

“You know, this is a good opportunity for us,” he chimes, “we can really get to know each other. Me and you, sis.”

“I’m reading,” you snarl.

He snorts and stretches his arm out on the back of your seat, squeezing it between you and the wall. You growl as it tweaks your shoulder, “I could be a real asshole, you know, but I’m here, waiting with you. Like a good guy. You can tell Nessie all about it, get me some points.”

“Oh, I can?”

“Sure, I mean, she always says how you’re so jealous of her,” he slithers, “she won’t believe a damn word of the truth.”

“What?” You snap and look at him, “I’m not jealous–”

“Eh, you could’ve fooled me,” he taunts, “and you go tattling to her, she’ll think you’re tryna sabotage her. Just like you always do.”

“I don’t–”

“She’s my wife, sweetheart, she tells me everything,” he tickles along your uninjured shoulder, “especially after we–”

“Look, I don’t need a headache and a dislocated shoulder, so please, enough.”

He chuckles and squeezes your shoulder, leaning in until you wince, “if I get her from just the right angle, she looks just like you…” he sneers, “maybe tonight, I’ll turn her around and think of you.”

You gasp, repulsed to your core. You snarl at the magazine, trying to focus on the words as you block him out. The more you react, the more he gives. 

“And the next time you touch yourself, you can pretend you're soaking my mustache,” he whispers.

Your skin burns as you turn the page, biting down on a snappy retort. As painful as your shoulder is, it’s not half as agonizing as his company.

#lloyd side quest #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #request #the gray man

[devildomditzy]

"Are we going to talk about this?"

You watch as 'your demon' strides across his room, sitting down roughly on his couch and staring straight ahead, unable to look in your direction.

'Your demon". Did you even have the right to call him that? After you've been away for so long?

It's been a week since you and Solomon returned unannounced from your journey to the past, much to the shock and surprise of everyone. That night was filled with joy and tears and laughter from everyone. Everyone, except the second born. The person you absolutely missed the most for months and months, the person you thought of during sleepless nights and difficult times. The person you cried over more than anyone else was standing right there, just a few feet away -

And absolutely giving you the cold shoulder.

He's silent for a moment, before his voice comes out like vitriol, scalding and snide, yet somehow so hollow, like his words had no real emphasis behind them. Like he felt almost nothing.

"What's there left to talk about?"

"Mammon-", you try to get a word in before he cuts you off with the same version of the monologue you've heard from him even since you made your way back to this timeline.

Your timeline.

"Ya left me here. Ya left us here. You didn't leave a note or a sign or even shoot me a text that you were goin'. Nothin'. Nada."

"You know I didn't exactly choose to get taken to the past against my will, Mammon."

He stands to face you now, tone filled with pain but his face looking so, so emotionless.

It could scare you, when he gets like this. The second born should never look that serious.

"And how would I know that? Huh? How would I know where you went? How the hell would I know what ya'd gotten up to, huh? How would I know if you were runnin' off with Solomon? How would I know that ya didn't just get sick of us?"

His voice raises his voice as he walks towards you.

"How would I know if ya were alive, or dead, or somewhere in between, huh!?"

You're jostled as the second born grabs your shoulders and shoves you, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to have you cornered between the surface and himself.

"I never stopped trying, okay? Not a day went by that Solomon and I didn't look for a way home, a way out, a way to you, anything!" you exclaim, defending yourself from his tirade.

"How would I know that you were gonna come back!? How would- H-how could ya, I couldn't...I-I-I- can't...."

His voice shakes as he balls up his fists into the fabric of your shirt, his true emotions finally shining through after a week of trying to get through to him.

How quickly his indifference turns to fear.

Tears begin silently falling from his lash line, streaking his cheeks.

"Oh, Mammon...", you wrap your arms around him, following his lead as his body begins to crumple, both of you sitting on the floor.

"I thought you were gone. I-I didn't know if ya were still breathin', or just vanished, but I thought-"

He gulps down a few tears and lets out a shaky breath before finishing.

"I thought you were never coming back."

You respond to him in kind, holding him tighter as he increases his grasp on you.

You can't help but let out a small giggle as you wipe away his tears (and a few of your own).

"Babe, it's me we're talking about. I came back to the Devildom how many times now?"

"Yeah," he sighs, looking off to the side, remembering all the times you somehow managed to extend your stays within the exchange program with Diavolo's blessing.

"I can't believe you gave up on me that fast", you tease, poking his cheek.

"Never did", he mumbles. "Looked for ya every day until I realized.. ya just weren't here. And not like here like in the Devildom, okay? I mean like here here."

He's quiet for a moment before he grumbles again, "Didn't stop lookin' until Lucifer made me, that bastard."

You bust out laughing, "I missed you, and your cute little complaints"

"Hey! My complaints ain't little! I'd burn down all three realms if it meant I coulda found you again!"

You place a quick kiss to his cheek, giggling at the way he goes rigid.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I'll always find my way back to you."

#idk this isn't good honestly but i have feelings about mammon and mc's reunion and I just don't think the boy would be outright happy #I think he'd feel betrayed and alone and it's something they'd have to work though #but once they start to he is elated and literally will never ever ever ever leave your side again congratulations #mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #om #omnb #omswd #mammon angst #obey me mc #obey me drabble #obey me nightbringer drabble #omnb mammon x mc #omnb mammon #also this wasn't really proof read don't shoot me #trying to get back into the swing of things m'loves #I promise i'll get better at it again lmao

[emile-the-side-blog]

This bastard /aff

#Jazzpunk #The editor jazzpunk #posting this to my side acc since my main is more TSPUD focused #my art #EmileTB art drabbles

[moongreenlight]

Greek mythology/the Olympians has been my hyperfixation for going on two decades now and I just… Soap as Dionysus.

Always brings a good bottle of wine and a few rooted cuttings of ivy as a housewarming gift. If he’s fixed his attention on you, he’ll also put a few sex toys in the little bag he brings. Puts them right on top for the pleasure of seeing your scramble to try to shove them in a drawer or tuck the whole gift in the closet.

He’s a great time. Has this intoxicating way about him. Like life is a stage and he’s the director. Playful and fun, though a little too enthusiastic at times. Handsy when the two of you hang out. You assume that’s just his nature and excuse it accordingly. Hard not to, gorgeous man that he is. A divine kind of handsome. Like his features are an eons-old amalgamation of all the most beautiful features humans have ever had.

And he gets strangely possessive, even after you’ve been nudging back his wandering hands or putting your hand between his mouth and your neck all night. Borders on vindictive and aggressive if he’s not in the right headspace.

It’s a bit terrifying to see him snapping his teeth in the face of some man at the bar who had only just asked you if you’d wanted a drink. You swear later in the night you see him babbling feverishly to a group of his friends. It sounds like total gibberish, and his friends look even more confused than you feel, but his eyes are wide as saucers and his hands are flying about hazardously. You don’t think much of it after Soap pulls you by the waist to the corner booth and tips a cocktail up to your mouth.

He keeps you out until all hours of the night. Insists on staying jovial. Club-hopping to find the best crowd, best music, best conversation. Keeps you up and active for so long that the confines of reality start to become fuzzy at the edges.

Sexuality expressed through bodies writing and twisting in drunken dance. Bumping up against one another. Collecting strangers and your own sweat in fat beads on your skin that make you shiver when they get heavy enough to trail down the small of your back.

When the room is spinning enough to make you stumble just a bit and you’re unable to do anything but giggle about it, he’s somehow able to make sneaking off into the family bathroom together seem like a good idea. He seems just as drunk as you are, slinging an arm around your shoulders when you walk. Bellowing a laugh when his hand grazes your tit but making no attempt to pull it away.

It’s less easy to be oblivious when you’re in the bathroom together. The muffled music filtering through the bottom of the door. He’s pressing up against you even though now there’s no crowd to excuse his practically grinding his groin on your hip.

It smells like sweat and generic brand bathroom cleaner. You hum when he staggers to the urinal instead of griping at him about how crass it is to take a piss right in front of you. He props himself up on the wall with one hand and a moment after you hear the teeth of his zipper come undone, he lets out a throaty, satisfied groan.

You busy yourself looking in the mirror. Checking your makeup. Seeing if you look as drunk as you feel. It’s filthy. There’s a web of cracks coming from the bottom left where it looks like someone tried to send their fist through to the wall behind it. It makes you a bit dizzy to look at and you have to bend at the waist to get close enough to see the way your mascara has smudged all around your eyes.

And all of a sudden there’s a burning heat behind you. Sickly, feverish heat pressing straight into the pillows of your ass. Soap’s spidery reflection shows up just over your smile sporting a wicked grin. Teeth and eyes flashing.

You try and swat him away, all too used to his comings-on, but he digs his fingers into the fat of your hips bruisingly hard.

“C’mon, hen. Been driving me mad all night. Relax a bit. Jus’ need this. Need you. Please.”

He has to lay flat over your back to hiss in your ear. Teeth clenched like he really needs to put some effort behind his words to sound polite. Like a petulant child who’d just been reminded by their mother to practice manners.

You were practiced in batting back his advances, but for some reason his grit made you falter. His gaze seemed to be burning a hole through you in the mirror. The idea that something inside him was hitting a roaring boil that he couldn’t stop from flowing over made your brain go foggy. The opposite of sobering. His aberrant need was contagious and catching quick.

He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and dry, sweet wine and woods. Flirty and masculine and overwhelming. And he’s warm and strong behind you, even if he’s pushing his hard cock into you.

Who were you to deny him the pleasure of snapping his hips into your backside a few times? Letting his fingers impatiently tug at the button of your jeans and hastily tug them down with your underwear until they pooled around your ankles?

It didn’t help that the sound of him sending a glob of spit into his hand made you clench around nothing. A familiar warmth gathering between your thighs that made you shift a bit to chase the momentary relief even a touch of friction could provide.

He couldn’t even afford you the decency of pretending not to see. No. Instead he points a spotlight on you and insists you perform for him again. Nudging your legs apart and pressing his thigh flush against your core while purring the filthiest things in your ear.

“Ken I jus’ needed to wear you down, mm? Thought ‘bout this before we went out. Always did get sloppy when you drink. Jus’ needed a little push. That’s it -Jesus- cunt’s so wet. Gonna take good care of her.”

And the club is so packed full of drunken, dancing bodies that hardly anyone notices the way you two stumble out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Even though you’re still fumbling with the button of your jeans with shaking hands.

#this is so self indulgent #he’s fowl and deranged and sure I wrote him this way but idk what you want me to say other than that #he brings the ivy not only because that’s his thing but also because once you plant ivy it’s all but impossible to get rid of. #god forbid you plant it in your front garden and let it crawl all up the side of your house #it means almost nothing to anyone else but Soap sees it as a sign that you’re as devout to him as he is to you #hyperfixation I’ve had since I was ten years old and I could do it for all the boys omg. #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #drabble #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap smut #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish

[joehawke]

don’t get me wrong - I’m all for Eddie’s characterization staying the same - but I can’t stop picturing an enemies to lovers sport AU. Picture this: Steve being the captain of his team (whether it be Soccer, Swim, Hockey, Basketball, etc Idc), all his teammates absolutely love him and adore him, I mean - he’s their leader for crying out loud; has been for some time. But then one Eddie Munson transfers to Hawkins High (pretend Hawkins High is known for their said sport team) and wouldn’t you know it? Eddie was known for his position at his old school. So not only does he make the team, Steve’s teammates, his boys, absolutely love Eddie.

“C’mon Harrington, just face the facts and realize Munson is good. He could help us big time man. He’s not replacing you” Tommy tells Steve one afternoon, except - that’s the issue isn’t it? Because Eddie basically does replace Steve (okay, not really. Steve’s just dramatic and this stupid boy who thinks he can just waltz in here just made Co-Captain and since when was that even a thing???) and god does Steve just hate him. He hates his stupid long curly hair and his stupid Bambi legs (that aren’t really Bambi legs because holy fuck does Eddie have calves (not that Steve’s looking of course)) and his stupid charming attitude and those stupid plump lips that Steve just wants to — listen he hates him okay? Steve’s the king of Hawkins high, not this wannabe rockstar looking kid.

Give me Steve who has a horrible relationship with his parents show up on Eddie’s porch one night after a bad fight, tears threatening to fall as he whispers out a broken “I didn’t know where else to go”. Give me Eddie, Eddie who doesn’t hate Steve and never did (only pretended to because he didn’t know why the other jock hated him so much, and what? Eddie’s only defense mechanism for as long as he can remember was to play along) inviting him in to have dinner with him and his uncle Wayne because Steve hasn’t eaten all day.

So yeah - give me enemies to lovers. Idk how they get from point A to B, maybe they hook up one time and it becomes a thing, maybe Eddie doesn’t actually hate Steve because maybe we never get Eddie’s side of the story and Steve’s just too caught up in hating him that he doesn’t realize he might actually love him and the only part that’s onesided is the so called “hate”. God I just want a sports AU okay? Maybe with a side of Robin X Chrissy (Robin who’s still Steve’s platonic soulmate with a Capitol P who cheers for Steve from the stands in her band uniform and Chrissy who’s Eddie’s new best friend who cheers for him on the field with her own cheer team. And if Robin and Chrissy know that Steve and Eddie are actually in love with eachother and are trying to play matchmaker? And if they end up loving one another too?? Well - that’s cool too.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #steddie fic idea #steddie drabble #side of buckingham #is that their nickname? #I can never remember #steddie au #steve harrington has bad parents

[gardenofnoah]

katsuki hates to be placated.

it stems from his childhood (because of course it does)—there was no getting through or around his abrasiveness, so the next best thing was to pin him with that tired smile. the look of resignation that was always the same, no matter who wore it. to agree to every retort, even if he was being so horribly unreasonable. to choose—overtly—the quickest way to end the argument and flee from him.

he hated it. he hated it, and he could never understand—why was he the only one who ever had any backbone? he saw his challenges and rose to them every time. he came out on top, every time. it wasn’t as if he was being purposefully combative. he just…didn’t know how else to be.

to finally understand that he himself was the challenge, and one not worth seeing through—well.

that just hurt.

so he did the only thing a child so young could think to do—he became more. more volatile, more prone to outbursts. more unpredictable and, looking back on it now, scary. but that was what made sense to him—if he was made to see those barely-veiled expressions of intolerance either way—he’d at least have control over why.

as an adult, he has a better grasp on himself and his emotions, but he wouldn’t be katsuki without that hair trigger temper and his smart ass mouth. and he feels lucky—really lucky—that he has you, because you aren’t afraid of his challenge. you meet him head on and you give it right back.

so he can’t understand why you’re standing in front of him—not even looking at him—wearing that same, appeasing grimace tonight. he doesn’t understand, and suddenly he’s 11 again—small and made to feel so, so insignificant by the way you sigh like you can’t bear to speak another word to him. by the way your lips can barely turn up at the corners, and your strained little “nothing, kat” when he asks you what your problem is.

he had only answered your questions. it might’ve been the case that his answers came through gritted teeth as he heaved himself through the door to your home. it might be true that the adrenaline from his shift still pumping hard through his veins had him a little on edge, still feeling vigilant for any outward threat. and the way you’re postured away from him, like you can’t stand another second in the same room with him, feels as threatening as any villain.

“so why the fuck are you mad at me?”

you pause, hand halfway to dropping the tea bag into the steaming mug on the counter as you turn to look at him, expression both concerned and very tired.

“mad at you?”

he balks, because he hadn’t anticipated having to actually elaborate on that, and now he feels foolish as he tries to formulate his complaint. but the anger wins out, like it always does, and his explanation comes out clipped through gritted teeth.

“you’re fuckin’—turned away from me like i’m a little pest,” he seethes, only spurred on by the way you step forward, reaching for him like you mean to pacify a child mid-tantrum.

he doesn’t even see you anymore, not really—just every other face projected over yours, until he sees red. it’s always the same—no matter how hard he tries, he is too much—

“y’think i can’t tell how bad you don’t want to be here right now? i can practically hear ya thinking of all the ways to leave this—”

“katsuki.”

you’re facing him fully now, arms crossed over your chest with a look that can only be interpreted as one of annoyance, aimed right at him.

and that gives him pause, because at least you’re honest. he just…doesn’t know what to do with that.

“what on earth are you talking about?”

and of course he can’t say it. he tries to deflect, because the walls close in and the only way out is to steamroll over you. “you—you—”

and he just wishes you’d cut him off—tell him some horrible and likely true thing about himself so he can let go of all of the venom he’s been carrying around for over a decade—but instead you wait for him to tell you what he’s thinking. he can’t bear to tell you that the only thing in his head right now is his fear.

fear that he’s too much for you, too.

“you’re actin’ like you don’t want to talk to me,” he grits out, mirroring your posture with a huff and glaring at the tile by your feet. it sounds childish when it leaves him, like he ought to have stomped his foot to end the sentence, and the shame curls up in his chest.

you’re silent for what feels like an eternity. he feels the anger burn him up when he hears you snort.

before he can snap at you, you’re wrapped around his midsection. he wants to thrash until you let go, but he’s subdued in a way that feels different. even so, his petulance remains, and he holds his arms out from his sides like you’ve got fleas.

“i’m not mad at you, you big baby,” you murmur, and he can hear the smile in your voice, even muffled by his costume. “i’m just tired, kat. i was like, 99% asleep until a minute ago. i thought we were just gonna go to bed. ”

he feels himself fight against the way he wants to deflate at your words, and this time the anger is only directed at himself. he doesn’t understand why everything has to feel so fucking hard. why every tiny shift in your body language has him feeling nauseous, or why his mind drops him at the worst case scenario and leaves him there, stranded.

“i don’t want to leave,” you answer his earlier comment, head butting him lightly in the sternum. he feels no control over his arms when they loop around your shoulders to pull you closer.

“it’s 1am and i want to sleep,” you look up to shoot him a pointed glare, but there’s no real heat behind it, “so can you shower so we can do that?”

he can only blink at you. after a long moment, your words filter down far enough for him to understand.

“i—uh. yeah.”

your lips twitch up at the corners as you pull away from him. he feels so raw that he’s unable to move, unsure how to proceed and unwilling to let you out of his sight in case it’ll be the last time he sees you.

“go on,” you say, expression softer, “i’ll be in bed when you’re done. maybe i’ll cuddle you if you’re done yelling at me.”

“‘m sorry,” he can’t manage anything louder than a whisper, and when you reach out to rest your palm over his heart, it’s far more painful than any withdrawal could have been.

“we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

“…okay.”

#he’s only a baby #he starts one sided fights over shit he makes up in his head. he’s just like me fr #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gn reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou hurt comfort #mha drabble #bkg it's the little things

[peachirambles]

I'm doing these two together because of their similarities and figured it would just be best to answer both of them at once.

As a preface: Qiu and the MC do have a crush on each other but neither of them have acted on it. So right now they are Very close friends but Tamarack and the MC are best friends. I went with a more fem leaning MC but they are still using they/them pronouns and are still nonbinary. Just because of who will be showing up in this drabble 😭

With that out of the way, here's the drabble! Hope yall enjoy Qiu being a certified #asshole

Qiu wasn't a jealous person. In fact, they were quite the opposite, growing up as the residental young boyish heart-throb of the young population had other people jealous of them for many reasons. Popularity, good looks, funny, and with a perchant for being kind to everyone they meet; they had heard the rumors of how some of the "friends" Qiu had were secretly trying to push others away from them just to horde their affection. Of course, Ren and Baxter always snuffed out those particular people's issues. Though that didn't stop Qiu from finding out that they unknowingly made people jealous of them. For a while, they had grown accustomed to it.

But then they moved in.

With their sincerity, kindness, and love; they ruined Qiu so thoroughly, down to their very being. Yet, Qiu couldn’t even complain. They would absolutely let the MC do it again and again to them. They were everything to them, and all they had to do was look pretty and bat their eyelashes at them to get them to do anything. They were completely head over heels screwed for them.

And it's what led them here now, sitting at the lunch table, silently fuming on the uncomfortable bench.

Fuming because they were the reason they were completely and madly green with envy at the sight of the MC being so close with Tamarack.

"Tamarack, your hair is so silky and has such gorgeous curls!" The MC preened as they started to make a small braid with some strands of Tamarack's hair.

"Ah, are they really?" Was Tamarack's reply, soft and questioning. For a second, it would have sounded truly genuine, and it might have been, but Qiu knew better.

Tamarack had lost all of her boisterous energy and know-it-all attitude that she wielded back in 2010, replaced with insecurities about everything and anything about herself. It was like watching a turtle shrink back into its shell, and a part of Qiu understood why.

But as they watched the MC comb and weave their beautiful fingers through Tamarack's sparkling hair; a much louder, nastier part of them yelled and screeched.

She's obviously fishing for compliments, she knows her hair is her best quality!

Her hair isn't even that pretty to begin with!

Why is the MC braiding her hair? She doesn't deserve it.

Is my hair not good enough to be braided?

Why her and not me!

"Anddd done!" The MC squeaked, snapping Qiu out of their momentary spiral as the group cooed and awed at the small braid, dangling next to Tamarack's ear. Much to Qiu's utter displeasure, Tamarack had the nerve to be bashful.

"It's so cute!" Serenity, one of Tamarack and the MC's friend, piped up. "Now you have two braids!"

"It does look very nice." Vianca hummed in approval, which made Tamarack fidget in place.

"You did a good job MC." Renee or Ren for short, the only ally Qiu supposedly had at this godforesaken table and the only reason why they were even sitting there, smiled at the both of them.

Why the hell was she on Tamarack's side?Almost everyone here don't even know she's a girl! Why are we even here?!

Qiu couldn’t help but grit their teeth in pure frustration. They couldn't even lie, it was a perfect braid and it suited Tamarack perfectly. But, if they were being honest, they had rather Tamarack have no-

"Qiu."

Qiu, once again, snapped out of their thoughts and turned to the source of the voice. It was Vianca of all people, with a smirk on her face. Usually, they didn’t a single shit about her, but for some reason, that shit eating smirk made Qiu's stomach drop.

"Aren't you going to... you know? Join in on the conversation or compliment the braid? You havs been staring at Tamarack for a hot minute now." She sneered at them, and Qiu's eyes widened as they realized she was completely right.

Tamarack had noticed Qiu's stare on her. Otherwise, she wouldn't be fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, her smile dropping into an uneasy line, and her plucked eyebrows furrowed. God, she made them truly sick sometimes.

"Qiu probably thinks it's fine." Ren chuckled, though it was obvious that there was nervous energy coating each sound. They felt a small jab on their foot, and they looked up to see Ren's hazelnut eyes staring back at them.

"Right, Qiu?"

Qiu knew what was happening. They made Tamarack feel bad, and now they had to sit there and pretend that they thought her and her stupid mini braid that the MC made was cute to save face. Their hands balled up into fists on the table for just a second before they took a simple breath in and exhaled, and their hands relaxed once more.

The MC is in front of them for fuck's sake, they can pretend to be fine.

"Sure. It's cute." Was Qiu's stiff reply.

There was a collective breath of relief from most of the table's patrons, and Tamarack glanced up at them for just a second, her eyes searching for something before-

"I'm so glad!" The MC nearly squealed before pulling Tamarack into a close hug, giddy from all the praise, and all poor Tamarack was able to muster out was a solid squeak.

"I been practicing and practicing with Tamarack's hair the past few days after school. I love messing with hair, and once I get better, I want to do-"

There was a solid slam that reverberated on the table that not only silenced them but silenced most of the chatter in the cafeteria. Qiu's palms stinged and burned from the impact of the force, but they didn't care.

Why should they when all they been hearing was just bragging and idolizing someone that wasn't quite frankly worth the MC's time?

"I am sooo happy that you love to do Tamarack's hair and that you just loveee to do everything with her." Qiu laughed but it wasn't remotely happy or earnest, but instead filled with a deep malice.

"Qiu-" Ren snapped but Qiu pressed on.

"But I quite frankly don't give a fuck enough to be caring about her damn braid to be complimenting it."

There was audible gasps and even some giggles from the other students who were listening in. Vianca, Renee and Serenity's faces were twisted in a state of shock and disgust. The nasty pit in them were reveling in it.

At least that was the case until their eyes wandered on Tamarack's face, flushed hot with embarrassment and shame. Her head was ducked down but they could hear her eyelashes furiously batting away the tears that were starting to form beyond the drumming of Qiu's heart in their ears.

And if that didn't make Qiu falter, then the look on their face certainly did. It wasn't shock, it wasn't anger; it was pure and unfiltered hurt and disappointment. That was easily enough for Qiu to stop, but as if feeling like they were controlled on strings, they spoke again.

"Now if all of you excuse me, I'm going to do something better with my time."

The poison in their words even shocked them, but before they could even process that, they felt their limbs run on auto pilot.

They snatched their bag and stormed out of the cafeteria much to the confused shouts of the group, but Qiu didn't care.

They had to get out of there! They had to!

Qiu felt the blood rush to their face in so many emotions, eyes stinging as tears filled their vision. As they side-stepped both faculty and students as they ran up the stairs, thoughts were running at them a mile an hour.

Why did I do that?!

Why didn't I do it sooner?!

Did you see the look on their faces!?

I made Tamarack cry!

It was so funny!

What is wrong with me?

It was great!

As Qiu barreled past the door and onto the rooftop, stopping to take a breath of fresh air, one single though ruminated in their head.

I hurt them. I hurt my best friend.

Qiu wasn't a jealous person. That's what they thought. But as they sat down on a bench, holding their head in their hands, that thought just wasn't true anymore.

They realized that maybe, just maybe something nasty had taken residence within them underneath their watch. Whatever that nasty thing was, Qiu thought, it had rotten them to their core.

Or worse, that nasty pit was there the entire time and Qiu was too tired to fight back anymore.

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #renee murray #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #olnf renee #olnf vianca #olnf serenity #candy drabbles #yeah this one kinda got away from me? #i really liked exploring the nastier side of qiu #especially since That part of them rears its ugly head when their jealous #but i also wanted to write them realizing that they Do have a nasty side #way more than their inital cold front leads on #sm sm they let the intrusive thoughts win badly