#then. aaaand if I watched it now I wouldn’t have to be so careful about looking at content. I would be able to look at stuff about separate

[gretavanbear]

Silver.

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

18+ ONLY! This one shot is strictly smut.

[warnings : mean jake, dominant jake, spanking, hurting(??), degrading, cockwarming, edging, oral (m & f) aaaand just SMUT!]

2.1k words.

Summary: You surprise Jake with a new accessory.

“I got you something.” 

“Oh did you?” His right eyebrow rose as he spun his chair around. He was so focused on his notes, most likely lyrics, you were surprised he heard you. You loved that about him; how entangled he was in his work. 

You held the tiny black box in your hands, the little red satin bow wrapped around it nearly. You needed it to be perfect, so you had wrapped it yourself at least three times. Perfecting each bow with every try. You knew he wouldn’t even care about the bow, but for him, you’d do anything. 

You walked over to him, and he placed his hands on his thighs, tapping the material to a rhythm of a song you’ve definitely heard before. He looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, those long lashes making him look so feminine in a way that made your heart grow. His thighs were beautiful, thick. You loved sitting on them, straddling his lap, straddling his face. 

No, right now you needed him to discover what was in this little box. you needed to make him happy. He had been working so hard. 

“What's this, love?” his voice melted in your ears, and the excitement was becoming overbearing. 

You watch him closely as he slowly unties the satin ribbon, the same eyebrow raised in curiosity as he wraps his fingers around the cover and pulls it off. 

Inside reveals two silver rings. one with a ‘J’ on it, and one with a ‘K’. 

He looked up at you with those big brown eyes you love so much. A slight shimmer in his left eye made your heart race. And your clit twitch. 

“These are amazing, thank you darling. What’s the occasion?” He looked extremely good, even for staying at home and working. He wore a burgundy red button down shirt with some dark linen pants. Even on his comfy days, you couldn’t be more in love with him. How could he look so beautiful on an off day? There you were in your oversized hoodie- one of his. Though he didn’t know what you were wearing underneath it. 

“They’re… for fashion. and… accessorizing.” Your voice reeked nervousness. But you’ve wanted this. You knew he did too, deep down. 

“Accessorizing? Don’t you think I have enough rings?” He chuckled a little, which eased your nervousness a bit, but the way he was looking at you brought it right back. 

You sucked in a breath before answering him, the tension growing thick in this office. “no… accessorizing me. I want you to mark me.”

Your words made him flinch, and his eyes darkened. He slowly looked back down at the box, taking the rings out of it slowly and slipping them onto his right hand, his middle and ring finger. You thanked the gods to have gotten the right size- though you were pretty aware of how thick his fingers were from feeling them… in many different ways. 

“Bedroom. now.” His voice lowered an octave, and it was raspier. Oh, and you knew this was going to be good.

Once you arrived at your shared bedroom, you tore his sweatshirt off and laid out on the bed seductively, pushing out your hip a little so he’d notice the dark red lace barely covering your skin. You had picked this lingerie set a while ago, when you had found the perfect ribbon for that box- this set matched it accordingly. Around your upper thigh was the same ribbon, tied with a pretty little bow. It was all for him, you were his and you wanted him to make sure of it. 

Jacob marched into the bedroom at a faster pace, his loud footsteps making your spine tingle as you wondered what he was going to do to you. You wanted him to have all the control, and you knew he was going to take it. 

Once his brown eyes laid upon you, you felt as if your heart was going to explode. His entire aura exuded dominance and power. Fuck, you loved it. It felt as if the room had gone dark- as if his stare froze you in time and you couldn’t do anything else but obey his every order. He was already shirtless, and he looked so beautiful. 

“Get on the floor.” He barked out at you, pointing to the edge of the bed. You took a second to look at his shoulders, how strong they made him look. You followed his words and completed the task, on your knees in front of the bed. 

He sat down on the soft material of the black satin sheets- they were expensive and sleek. Soft and comfortable. But you weren’t focused on that, you were focused on the increasing tightness of his pants in front of your face. You looked up at him waiting for your next order, and his hands made their way in front of your face. 

His long, sleek fingers wrapped around the ring on his middle finger; rotating it so the initial was facing the inside of his hand, right above his palm. He did the same with the ring on his fourth finger.

Watching his hands so close made all the warmth of your body gather right between your legs. You wanted him to fix that for you, but right now- it wasn’t time. 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” He spoke with a harsh tone. Every word made your skin fill with goosebumps. 

“No, sir.” You squeaked out, and began undoing the bow holding his linen pants slowly. Pulling on the thread so softly. He watched your every move. You pulled down his pants and pulled his length out as it was hardening in your hand. You kissed it gently, your tongue softly licking his swelling tip as his mouth fell open above you. God, he was so pretty. His lips darkened as his cheeks reddened, waiting for you to make your next move. 

You held his cock in your hand, squeezing it gently and giving it a few strokes and watching him react softly, a curse making an appearance under his breath. 

You licked a long stripe from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the tip. Wrapping your lips around him, you bobbed your head down and his fingers made their way behind your head; making a ponytail with his fist and helping you move your head up and down on him. 

“Was that what you were up to all week, hm? Being all sneaky.. telling me you were doing groceries. Fuck… All this time, you just wanted me to take care of you.” He breathed out as he moved your head a little more aggressively. You hummed in approval which sent vibrations all over his length- making him choke on a moan. 

He pulled your head off gently and helped you get up, then picking you up and throwing you down on the bed. He was getting aggressive and you liked it. You were facedown on the bed, your face in the sheets as he moved himself so he was behind you. 

Those beautiful long fingers of his hooked themselves in the band of the lace panties you had on, and he pulled them off quickly. He did not want to waste any time. 

“Don’t fucking move. I move you.” He said sternly, his lips kissing behind your thigh, slowly traveling its way up to your ass. With his other hand, he allowed his fingers to dip in your inner thigh. His middle finger grazed your swollen clit gently and the action made you twitch. He completely removed himself and sucked in a breath. 

“I told you, do not fucking move.” he said, his voice low and raspy. Before you could respond he landed a sharp blow to your ass cheek which made you gasp and then moan. You felt the rings against your skin just perfectly, and you could feel your wetness start to coat your inner thighs as you imagined the mark that would be left on you. 

“J… K…. you’re mine.” His hands reached your hips and pulled them up, your face still down on the bed. He kept a hand there, holding you up as his lips found your inner thigh once more, his tongue licking a stripe from your aching slit. You moaned into the sheets which made him smirk, his pointer and middle finger finding your clit and rubbing it softly as his tongue began fucking you, his groans making you melt inside. 

You breathed out his name as he applied pressure to your core, his tongue not stopping. You wanted to push yourself back onto his face, but you didn’t want to face the consequences. 

He let go of you all at once, letting you fall to the bed and making you gasp in shock. He positioned your hips with his large hands, both pressed against each side. He placed you the way he wanted you, and held a tight grasp on your skin especially with his right hand- you could feel the two letters slowly making a mark. Fuck. It felt so good. 

Without a word, he eased himself inside slowly. Allowing you to feel every inch, letting the stretch from his thickness take control and you felt yourself melt into the bed. Jake was just perfect for you, he always was. He always knew how to take care of you. But today, he was different. And you loved it. A low growl came from his throat as he settled himself fully inside you, and you could hear his breath shiver slightly, before he took himself out completely. 

You let out a small whine at the emptiness, which resulted in a fast smack against your right cheek. 

“Jake..” 

“You asked for it. Take what you fucking get.” The way his whisper was so raspy and low, god, it drove you insane. His lips found your neck, and his cock slid back inside with ease. He began rocking his hips against yours, his breathing loud and heavy against the sensitive skin right under your ear. 

He pulled himself back up. His hands finding your wrists, still rocking his hips against yours, and he pulled you up so your back was against his chest. “You gonna cum, baby?” He breathed out, his long fingers making their way around your neck. His other hand down to your cunt, his index and middle finger rubbing fast circles against your swollen clit. As he moved; you took your time identifying the veins in his arms, the roughness of his fingertips, the warm silver from the rings against your throat. 

“Fuck.. Yes, Yes!” You cried out, tears filling your eyes from the slight overstimulation. 

“Oh love.. Don’t cry.” He cooed, kissing your cheek before his hand tightened around your neck. “You’re all mine. Who’s pussy is this?” He groaned out.

“Yours.. Yours Jake.” You cried, the tears strolling down your face now. 

“Mhm.. That’s fucking right. You’re nothing but my tight little fuck hole hm?” 

You couldn’t reply with a word, instead you held onto his arm for guidance. You knew he was going to get you there; you just needed to be patient. But you were already so close, and he was not missing a beat with every thrust he pushed against you. 

“Hold it.” He whispered in your ear, his fingers still rapidly rubbing your clit. “Hold it…” He repeated, but you couldn’t hold on much longer. 

You could feel him twitching inside you, he was there too. Please Jake.. Please.

“Give it to me.” He said, holding you close as you combusted in his arms; your juices coating your sheets as you held onto his arm tightly. You yelled his name without a care for who could hear, you wanted everyone to know he was making you feel this good.

“Good girl.. You gonna take me, baby?” He spoke and you nodded, knowing he was there. 

With another thrust, he let himself fill you up, fully marking you as his.

As you two cooled off, he laid next to you without pulling out, wrapping his arm around your stomach he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face into the dip of your neck. “That was a beautiful gift. Thank you so much.” He spoke so sweetly. You turned over which made him pull out gently, still overstimulated a little. 

“I’m so glad you liked it.” You smiled, your hand combing through his brown locks. 

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked, full of concern. 

You looked down at your thighs and lower stomach, his initials all over your body. 

“Just enough.”

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” He smiled, laying a soft kiss on your temple, pulling you close so your face was against his chest. 

“I love you too” You smiled against his skin. He was perfect. So fucking perfect.

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[period-dramallama]

episode 7 of becoming elizabeth review: live laugh lie

This episode felt so long. Easily my least favourite. Everyone was stupid or an asshole or a stupid asshole.

+ mention of archbishop... don’t even say his name?? How are we going to have Cranmer in season 2?? it’s going to be very Remember the New Guy

+ the Ambiguous Religion Preacher man is going to be burned in his clothes, that’s quite unusual. Usually it was in the shift. Y’know, cloth being expensive, it would a terrible waste to burn a whole doublet

+ My pyrophobia breathed a sigh of relief when it cut away from the burning... until they CUT RIGHT BACK TO IT. at least the fire looks fake.

+ they just call him ‘a dissenter’?? I assume they mean Anabaptist? Why not just say Anabaptist? 

+ Ed flipping through a book... gifted kid burnout

+ good to acknowledge Mary wasn’t the only monarch burning people. Anabaptists were burned during Edward’s reign, and 4 were burned in London in 1570 something. 

+ “I always liked your father” did you??

+ Stephen Gardiner worrying about ‘balance’ on the council and burning dissenters... Stephen Gardiner would not give a flying fuck if Protestants burn more radical Protestants. He’d be there with popcorn.

+ “we are going to make England great” I said “again” sarcastically and then Dudley said “...again” and I burst out laughing. Real subtle Anya. Love the nuanced commentary. Not since The Spanish Princess has a show been so subtle.

+ “a girl not yet 16 made fools out of all of us” did she though?? In history, yes. This show, not so much.

+ Another extra with no hood! Just stick a hood on her! This isn’t a crowd scene where everyone needs a hood so you crack out the crappy ones for the extras at the back.  

+ “he is the fucking king” love that that’s an in-universe meme.

+ This Elizabeth is not very good at reading between the lines. Why does she need everything spelled out for her?

+ Oliver’s facial expressions are the best. He can bring comedy to the most mundane lines. 

+ “I can’t do the crazy thing... Ok for you i will do the crazy thing” is an A+ dynamic.

+ “England’s not done with you yet” and now that’s some neat foreshadowing

+ “They burned a man in Whitehall” why does Gardiner care?? There’s nothing to imply he was Catholic. If he’s not Catholic, Gardiner wouldn’t give two shits. This is the guy who tried to bring down Katherine Parr for crying out loud!

+ “thought you’d seen enough of the Tower by now Stephen” hehehehehehe

+ then Girlboss Dudley throws Gardiner down the stairs!!

+ “do you need carrying” i wish the whole ep was just Dudley being mean to Gardiner. 

+ Henry Grey LITERALLY tells Jane to watch what she says around powerful people and then she just... doesn’t. babe.

+ the whole scene with Elizabeth and Jane....i hate it with a fiery fiery passion. It’s just a nasty scene of two people being horrible to each other for no fuckign reason.

+ Elizabeth plays a few notes that sound like the show’s theme... the show hasn’t earned that.

+ “spurred to treason to acquiesce to your desires” “oh I’m schooled on men by my sister, i wonder how she got so wise”. Can Mary let ANYTHING go? I understand her resentments regarding her past but why she can’t she just drop the subject of Tommy S? WHO SHE DIDN’T EVEN LIKE? Why must she KEEP being like ‘i told you so’? That ain’t how you get friends.

+ Mary did not earn that hug. She didn’t even apologise!

+ Aaaand then Mary is horrible again in like 2 seconds.

+ Illiterate doesn’t necessarily mean uncultured. Early medieval kings like Alfred and Charlemagne were illiterate because it wasn’t a skill they needed. They had scribes to dictate to, and servants to read aloud to them.

+ “don’t hide in places I’ve shown you are good for hiding in” made me laff. I’ll miss Girlboss when he is executed.

+ STOP PUNCHING ROBERT YOU BASTARDS

+ the iconic red dress... they haven’t earned it.

+ Elizabeth defending herself... should have been last episode. 

+ Bloody handkerchief of doom!

#becoming elizabeth

[camscendants]

I am so close to just giving in and watching Escaping Expulsion on TheOwlClub.net

#like since we got the list of episodes that was like the one I was most excited for #and then it got released early and I Can watch it #but it’s not like officially out so that makes me want to wait #but people just won’t tag stuff correctly so I keep getting bits and peices of the episode spoiled #and I’ve already waited a while. and I feel like it would still be fine if I officially watch it when it does actually come out? #like you better believe I’m gonna be watching that multiple times #and like if I watched it now I would at least be able to be suprised about some things cause who knows how much more will get spoiled by #then. aaaand if I watched it now I wouldn’t have to be so careful about looking at content. I would be able to look at stuff about separate #tides cause people might tag that as spoilers so can’t see it. #so yeah I’m probably not gonna last another week #the owl house #toh #the owl house season 2

[dollwritesarchive]

Jason Todd-Survival of the Dickest 😏🥺😌❤️😵‍💫😩

i’m assuming that this is for my sleepover (pick a title and i’ll write a blurb) SO enjoy this hot mess

warnings for non consensual creampie, name calling ( slut, bitch, asshole ) aaaand jason being mean — minors dni

“Fucking hell, I’m right there,” but you already knew that— you could feel him twitching with each oscillation of your hips, and see the way his lower lip quivered when he let out a pent-up, scattered breath. “Let me shoot it in you, yeah?”

“No— not a chance in hell, Todd.”

but then, Jason’s already taut countenance screws into one of disapproval, of rebelliousness. “You let Dick, don’t you?”

you exhale, both frustrated with his incessant need to bring up your boyfriend while he’s balls deep inside of you and enjoying all the sweet spots he’s hitting when you ride him. rolling your eyes behind closed lids, your tongue scrapes along your lower tier, and you roll your hips, both hands gripping the back of the sofa on either side of his wild, raven tresses. “We’re going to discuss what my boyfriend does inside me right now?”

“Right fucking now.” Jason grumbles, but his head falls back, ocean eyes turned up towards the ceiling and a whispered expletive leaves those plump, killer lips of his. “I want it, too. I want to see my load running down your legs.”

you grit your teeth, but avoid opening your eyes; fearful that to watch him moan would melt you, and you’d give in to what he wanted. “I don’t care,” you pant, half listening, nails biting at the cushion behind his head as you rock your hips back and forth, “fuck, Jason, tell me when.”

but he puffs up, because now is the perfect time to throw a temper tantrum. “No.”

you open your eyes, incredulous, and scoff. “Fine, finish yourself off, asshole.” pushing your palms flush against the expanse of his bare shoulders, you shift your weight to climb off of him.

“I intend to,” he snarls, both hands shooting out to grasp your wrists and anchor them to each side. you gasp, before your brows furrow and you squirm, but Jason sinks deeper into the cushions, legs kicked forward so he can wrap his calves around your soles and pin the tops of your feet to the front of the couch; essentially locking you in place. “And I’m gonna use your cunt like a cheap fleshlight to do it.”

“This isn’t funny,” you warn, arching your back when you strain against his grip, but the vice is too tight, “don’t fucking think about it.”

you know when his teeth sink into the lower, plush counterpart of his mouth, sullying a wicked grin, that you’re in trouble, and his hips jerk upwards, driving his entirety into you with reckless abandon. “Shut up and enjoy it, bitch.” he grunts, squeezing your wrists tight. your back arches and you hiss, eyelids fluttering. it felt fucking good when he took over, fucked you like he hated you, but you didn’t want to tell him that. still, he could tell by the way your brows knit together and you grind your teeth. “You like that? Yeah, you do. Love being ruined like a little slut? I can see it all over your fucking— hng, face!”

if your hands would’ve been free, there’s no guarantee his jaw wouldn’t have been dislocated, but you can do nothing but threaten from your current position. “Fuck you,” you growl, clenching your fists until they’re sore. your breasts bounce wildly with every, fervent thrust as he decimates your body, claims it like it’s useless without him there to fuck it.

“Fuck me?” he mimics you with a nasally whine, scrunching his nose, but it’s hard for him to keep up the mirror, because he’s losing his composure, “Shit, I’m cumming, you ready for it? You’re gonna take it all?”

“Don’t—“

but it’s already too late, because he’s jackhammering into you, panting and moaning like a wild beast out of breath, his jaw hanging slack. his eyes roll back when he finally comes completely unhinged, and his hips stutter. with one, final whimper of your name, he forces himself so deep into your belly that you feel like he’s tearing you apart, and you choke back a strangled cry. you had never felt him this deep, or this cruel. a faint warmth begins to seep into your core and you groan through gritted teeth, staring up at the ceiling. “How’s it feel to be full of my cum?” he’s breathing ragged, chest heaving and you’re floating atop his lap with each inhale, sinking with every exhale. “Good, right? Better than him?”

you take a shallow, weak breath.

“God dammit, Jason.”

#jason Todd #jason Todd x reader #jason Todd x you #jason todd smut #jason Todd imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood smut #red hood imagine #robin #robin x reader #robin x you #robin smut #Robin imagine #titans #Batman #dc #dc comcis

[formearlydreamingweweresnow]

A Trip to a Museum Pt. 2

An expansion upon this post

Edit: I forgot the obligitory bl*nkshippers DNI

There’s been such a renewed interest in the research of Hisui that more expeditions to find more artifacts are going on than ever before, all because everyone’s trying to disprove Ingo and repeatedly failing. But imagine the glory of being the first.

One of the great new discoveries of this new wave was a journal of Lady Iridia of the Pearl Clan, who documented all of her wardens, and even had pictures of them! As Thomas was transcribing the journal for all to read, he came across something... odd.

“Warden Ingo, the protector of Lady Sneasler and the Cornet Highlands”

That had to be a coincidence. Until his eyes landed on the photo of someone who looked exactly like Ingo, and even posed like him...

Now there’s two ways I can see this going and I can’t tell which is funnier, plus the secret wholesome one.

I gotta put this under a readmore this turned into a monster

A. That couldn’t be Ingo. He looked too... sad. This... had to be an ancestor of Ingo’s! Thomas sent over this picture to Ingo asking if Ingo thought he could be related to this person, and he said yes! That would explain how Ingo knew so much, he was looking into his family tree!

B. That couldn’t be Ingo. It had to be an ancestor, but... why is he known for saying such train related sayings? In a time period where trains didn’t even exist??? It had to be a coincidence. But that coat... It’s obviously the coat of a Subway Boss. But it could just be.. a fashion choice, that’s it!!! To assure himself further, he asked a colleague of his to look over his evidence and laugh along with him about how it couldn’t be Ingo aaaand now she’s believing it’s Ingo too. Colleague after colleague, the answer was the same. It was obvious this couldn’t be anyone but Ingo.

There was no denying it was there? He went to the Battle Subway to talk to Ingo, but the subway was running now, soo... He waited till it closed to talk to him. He found Ingo, and started asking some questions, only for Emmet to immediately cut in telling him that the Subway was closed for the day, so he would have to wait till it was open again to ask his questions. “But the only time the public can talk to you during operations of the Subway is by battling all the way to one of you!” “That’s verrrry unfortunate. Those are the rules.”

A horrible realization came over Thomas. The only way to talk to Ingo about this was to reach him in the Battle Subway. He’s terrible at battling. He needed to call in backup. He issued a call for help among all researchers of Hisui. If they wanted more information they needed to beat him. They first tried hiring a top battler to ask the questions, but the rules were amended that it had to be an actual Hisuisian researcher.

They haven’t gotten to Ingo once. That doesn’t mean that they’re giving up anytime soon, and they’re collaborating with everyone possible. They have charts with every reported pokemon of Ingo’s, every line of the subway he takes care of with pros and cons of every one.

They’ll beat him someday.

Totally.

Secret Wholesome One: That was Ingo wasn’t it. He read further. “Ingo came to the Pearl Clan in a horrible storm, and was found by Lady Sneasler. If she did not rescue him, it is certain that he wouldn’t have survived. He was horribly wounded, his head being the worst area. It was as though he fell from the sky. When he awoke, Palina had asked him if he knew where he was and who was he. He revealed that he remembered nothing except for his own name.”

Thomas read on. Ingo showed unusual proficiency with pokemon, which led to him being accepted as the Warden of Lady Sneasler. He watched over the Cornet Highlands until he vanished one day, never to be seen again.

That would explain everything. How he knew so much, and why he was so... quiet about it. Everyone had been hounding him for information when they thought he knew something, but living through it? There would be no better primary source. No one would ever leave him alone. 

Thomas made a choice. He sent the transcription of the journal to Ingo, and told him that it was up to him if he wanted to reveal it, and that Thomas would send all info related to Ingo his way if he wanted him to.

If Thomas trolled other researchers by vehemently reinforcing how impossible it was for the Warden Ingo to be the Subway Boss Ingo, that was between him and Arceus.

#submas #my writing #what is this turning into ive never had this much passion for writing #thanks for the comment autumn #fluff #my propaganda continues #should I make a tag for this... au? #is it one??? I dont know #researchersvssubway #altsubwayline

[belphies-wife]

What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼  If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

»»————-　♔　————-««

Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d  k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

»»————-　♔　————-««

Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s  spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

»»————-　♔　————-««

Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree. 

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l  s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

»»————-　♔　————-««

Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

»»————-　♔　————-««

Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

»»————-　♔　————-««

Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You  s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The  s m a c c  you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so  p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful. 

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh. 

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

»»————-　♔　————-««

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Asahi accidentally tells you his feelings in front of the entire team (Part 2)

Continued from Part 1! I would suggest reading it first before proceeding!

Asahi accidently blurted out the L-word as Y/N was rushing out of the club room. He does not know if Y/N heard him. But the entire Karasuno VBC did. Is the gentle giant going to get through this without crying dying making a mess?

Asahi x gn! reader || Sfw Genre: Comedy and fluff at the end Word Count: 1.5k+

The entire Karasuno team is looking at Asahi in stunned silence. They all heard him say he loves you. 

However (fortunately or unfortunately for him), you did not really hear what he said. The entire club’s eyes are glued to the club room’s open windows as they watch you sprint away, eager to make it in time for your movie.

Asahi’s eyes are open wide and he keeps opening and closing his mouth but no words are coming out, he is simply gaping like a fish and making incomprehensible noises. His face is so red and hot that one could make their entire breakfast on it. 

Asahi: I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean t-t-to s- NOYA?! TANAKA?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!?!

Noya: *in between sobs* Asahi-san, you have grown up so fast!

Tanaka: *loud noises that seem to indicate agreement with Noya* *violent sobbing*

Suga intervened: Oi, you two, stop it! Your cries might catch Y/N’s attention.

Meanwhile, Hinata has run over and climbed on to the club room’s window and is now shouting live updates of your whereabouts. 

“Uwaaaah Asahi-san, I do not think Y/N-san heard you. I can see them running towards the gates.”

Kageyama kicks Hinata, “BOKE, don’t shout their name from the open window, they might hear you, you BOKE!”

“BAKA, Kageyama, you don’t have to kick me, I am only trying to help!”

At this point, Tanaka and Noya are rolling on the floor and crying violently, Kageyama and Hinata are trying to kill each other while Suga and Daichi try to separate them. Asahi is staring at the floor, wishing for a hole to open up and swallow him. The rest of the team is just standing around in silence, trying to absorb the mess that has happened in the last 30 seconds. 

So, you know, a usual day at the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

This is what is going on in Asahi’s mind right now:

“It’s certainly a relief that Y/N did not hear me. Or did they?!?!? and they just pretended to ignore me so they wouldn’t have to answer?!?!?! After all, it has only been 4 months, I do not expect them to love me so soon. What if this scares them off?? If they really did not hear me, that would have been great if the entire team hadn’t heard me say it. And knowing these people, I am sure Y/N will know about this before tomorrow. WHAT IF THEY HEARD ME AND THEY FREAKED OUT AND RAN OFF AND WILL NEVER COME BACK? -” and on and on it went.

"Uh-Oh”

Suga’s words snap Asahi out of his overthinking trance (good timing, I should say, because at this point he is seriously considering shifting to India and becoming a monk). He looks up to see Suga looking out the window. He pales.

//~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What have you been doing since you ran out?

“Shit, I’m going to be late if I walk there. I will have to run if I want to make it in time. The theatre is not that far, though, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

These are the thoughts going through your head as you sprint away from the club room. As you are running, your mind wanders back to Asahi (as it usually does). You have a tendency to replay every moment with him in your mind and you are thinking back to the conversation that had just taken place. Asahi had looked so cute when you were handing him his hairband. You couldn’t wait to see him tonight and you had told him that as you had run out of the room. And it seems so had he-

And then it registers. 

Wait-

//~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A very loud -WHAT?! resounded through the room. It was your voice. And even though it came from the outside, it felt like the entire room shuddered. The sound sent chills through Asahi’s spine and he started quaking in his shoes.

Suga: Uh Asahi, you have probably already realized this but Y/N seems to be running back in this directio-

The club room’s door slams open with such force that it makes everyone jump. You stand at the doorway, panting loudly, with the most incredulous expression on your face.

Asahi is dead now. I am sorry to say but his soul has left his body and it will not be returning. Let’s all come together to pray for his peaceful departure.

You look at Asahi. His face has drained entirely of its colour and he looks ready to pass out. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears as he stares at you in absolute horror. 

“D-did you j-just say you love me?” you manage to gasp out your question as you try to steady your breathing.

Asahi is dead, Y/N, dead people do not speak. 

He is shaking as you walk towards him. The expressions on his and teammates’ faces have already answered your question.

Even though Asahi is terrified out of his mind, he is trying to read your expression. How he chooses to answer right now is probably going to make or break your relationship. 

In between all the confusion on your face, he sees a hint of something else in your eyes: Hope.

You stop in front of him. You ask him the same question again, but much more calmly this time now that your breathing has somewhat normalized.

As he continues to try to read your expression, he realizes you are not mad at him. Instead, there is a slight earnestness in you. He calms down a bit.

“Y-yes.” he says, barely meeting your eyes.

“Do you really mean it? Or was it just a slip of your tongue?” you ask, hopeful, but also bracing yourself for the worst. What’s worse is that this is all happening in front of PEOPLE and all of their eyes are on you both. This is bound to make Asahi want to nope out of here. But the damage is already done and all you can do right now is wait for him to answer.

“I- I mean it (your heart soars for a second) but- (aaaand there it comes crashing back down).”

Asahi’s eyes are back to looking at the floor now and his fists are clenched. 

“but this...this is not how I wanted to tell you. I wanted to make it special for you. But I fucked this up too.”

You did not know what you were expecting him to say but this was certainly not it. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“And I- I understand if you do not feel the same way. Or if you want to b-break up with m-me.”

His voice cracks at the last sentence and even though he’s looking down, it’s not hard to figure out that he is holding back tears. 

“Special for me?” you say as you close the distance between you and him. You use your hands to cup his face and tilt his head up so that he is looking at you. His eyes are full of tears that threaten to fall at any second. 

“The only thing I need for it to be special for me is YOU. I do not care about where you said it, or how you said it. I just care that you said it. That’s the most special thing you could have done for me. You are the only thing I want and need. Everything else is just secondary.”

You wipe away a tear that has fallen from his eyes. 

“However, to make things even: I, L/N Y/N, standing here at Karasuno High School, in the Volleyball Club Room, surrounded by the weirdest audience ever, (why are Tanaka and Noya hugging and crying?? Why does Hinata seem to be in the middle of pantsing Kageyama??), would like to tell you, Azumane Asahi, that I love you too.” You kiss Asahi on his forehead, rubbing comforting circles on his back and give him a big smile. “Was that special enough for you?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, as he throws his arms around you and pulls you in for a short but passionate kiss (something he has never done in public before). His tears are now freely falling but he smiles the biggest smile at you and everything he wants to say to you, all the love and gratitude he has for you, you can see in his eyes. “I love you” he whispers as he loosens his hold on you. 

“I love you too. Can’t wait to see you tonight.” 

You are horribly late for your movie but you don’t care anymore. However, you do know it is important for your boyfriend (WHO LOVES YOU BACK!!) to focus on volleyball. So, you use the movie to excuse yourself and you finally walk out of the room, with the biggest smile on your face. You cannot help but laugh as his teammates almost blow the roof off the place with all their yelling and cheering for him as soon as you leave. 

Suffice it to say that even though you did “see” the movie, you still have no idea what it was about.

FIN

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Prompt: Reader and subject watching a horror movie. Reader can't sleep that night and subject comforts them in a cuddle.

Subjects: Chiaki, K1-B0, aaaand Tenko!

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♡ \ʕ ˵– ᴥ – ˵ \ʔ

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“GAHHHH!! NOOO PLEASE NOO!!”

A woman’s blood-curdling scream rang out throughout the dark room, making your hair stand up.

You grimaced, even if this was just a movie, it didn’t have to be this…. Graphic, did it? The woman’s body laid lifelessly on the ground as her killer began dismembering her. Chiaki glanced over at your face, then back to the TV.

“Y/N, we can go to bed if you want to.”

She said without much emotion, be really, she was also quite disturbed by it. It reminded her too much of her time on the island.

You looked over to her with fear and nodded. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to watch a horror movie, especially since you both were scared of horror and night was already all around. After cleaning up the food remains and blankets you both had put together to make the movie more enjoyable, you went straight to bed. But… where was Chiaki? A thought popped into your head. She wouldn’t… right?

You quickly made your way into the gaming room to see Chiaki’s eyes boring into the bright screen, rapid clicking and button pushing while she sprayed out on an oversized bean bag.

“Honey… you asked me if we could to go to bed… why are you still playing games?”

You asked with a small smile. Honestly, you partially expected this. She was the ultimate gamer, after all.

“I’m sorry, love. I forgot about some daily tasks I have to complete in this game. It won’t take long. Be there in 5.”

She didn’t even look over, just focusing all of her attention on her game. You hummed in agreement, turning around and walking about to your room. He settled into the soft bed, cuddling up to a plushie.

Just as she said, 5 minutes passed and you heard footsteps approaching the room, then the feeling off another mass laying next to you in the bed.

“I'm sorry I had to leave you like that. I'm here now. Yawn~ Goodnight, I love you, Y/N”

She whispered in a low tone, kissing your cheek.

Honestly, her voice alone was enough to relax you to sleep. Her low, sweet, caring voice…. It made you fall in love again with her, each and every time.

Until. It wasn’t. Your eyes strained at the ceiling, screams of bloody murder playing again and again in your mind, like some possessed movie projector or radio. The sounds reverberated around the walls of your mind. Every time you were thiiis close to falling asleep, a loud shriek started you awake.

“Shiiit, I knew horror movies scared me, but this is… too much.”

You hugged your legs tight against your chest, smooshing you face into your knees, wishing that the warm, comfy blankets would suck you into them. Before you could stop yourself, a scared whimper escaped from your lips. Your limbs tightened. Your body shook. Uh oh.

Suddenly, the bed creaked as Chiaki put her arms around your trembling body. Her fingers gently, ever so gently combed through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. It wasn’t enough to startle you, just enough to help calm your racing thoughts. Her other arm tightened around your waist slowly. Your panicked eyes scared her face, searching for any fear or panic. But, all you saw was your half-lidded, softly smiling girlfriend.

“Shhhhhh….. it’s okay, it’s okay, love. Let’s breathe for a moment.”

After a few long breaths, your felt the fear that plagued your body dissipate like smoke. You let out a huge sigh, pressing your body against Chiaki’s.

“Thank you… so much. I love you, so so much.”

She chuckled, radiating pure love for you.

“ I guess I beat this level…?”

You could help but laugh at her joke. She really knew what to say at just the right time.

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♡ \ʕ ˵– ᴥ – ˵ \ʔ

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ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡••ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ

“NO, N-NO, NOO PLEASE PLEASE DONT!- GAHHH!”

The blood of the begging man splattered the ground and the killers feet, only causing the murder to laugh uncontrollably.

You felt your body tense, subconsciously curling up closer to K1-B0. His metallic figure may sound like it wouldn’t be comfy, but in reality, it was so warm and cosy, like laying next to a fireplace. You shut your eyes tight as more screams of terror clouded your mind.

“Honey? Baby?! Are you okay?!”

K1-B0’s panicked voice snapped you back to reality.

You looked up at him to see a panicked expression.

“I-I’m… just startled, that’s all.”

You smiled up at him, which set him back at ease.

“Oh… I was worried you were having a panic attack. Are you sure you feel fine? We can go to bed if that would make you feel better?”

His voice still clung with worry. After another painful scream, you nodded rapidly.

“I-, scratch that, please, I want to go to bed.”

“O-okay!”

He nodded back in response, quickly computing the best way to get you to bed.

Suddenly, he scooped you up in his arms, making you gasp, and raced straight to bed, gently laying you down and spooning you from behind. Then, just as suddenly as he picked you up, he realized he didn’t warn you about any of what he was going to do. You must have been so surprises, and it’s true, you were.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, Y/N! I didn’t mean to surprise you!”

You only chuckled at his adorable reactions.

“It’s okay, K1-B0. I forgive you. Now, let's go to sleep, okay?”

He nodded, reaching over and plugging himself in.(This may be wrong, I haven’t played V3 yet ;-;)

His lights turned off and his body relaxed. Just like that, he was asleep. You chuckled again, it would be nice to be able to do something like that.

The more hours that ticked by, the more you wish you could. Being able to just attach a plug to yourself and instantly going to sleep. That would be a dream. But here you are. Your eyes were dry from being open for so long, just staring at the wall. Sudden images of the gruesome murder scenes flashed in your mind like a movie reel, over and over and over again. You whined, putting your hand over your eyes.

“It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.”

Suddenly, with a few low beeping noises, you heard a familiar voice.

“Baby? Why are you still awake?”

His voice was very quiet so as to not shock you, but even so, your body suddenly tensed. Tears even began to prick at your eyes, small whimpers escaping your mouth. He immediately went into comfort mode. He wrapped his arms and legs around you semi-tightly, not too much so he hurts you. He nuzzled his face into your hair.

“It’s okay, deep breaths, deep breaths. I’m here for you, I’m here. Nothing can hurt you now as long as I’m here. I’m here to protect you. Always.”

You matched your breathing to his, letting out big sighs. You felt you body slowly relaxing, the weights of the images lifting off of you. Even as you felt yourself get better, he still continued. You snuggled closer against him, bringing his hand up to rest against your cheek.

“Thank… you, K1-B0. I love you… so very… much.”

“I love you , too, Y/N.”

» [My Kind Of Woman] «

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ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡••ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ

♡ \ʕ ˵– ᴥ – ˵ \ʔ

(597 words)

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡••ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ

“PFAHAHAH! JUST TRY AND SHOT ME BITCH!”

The man’s condescending tone only prompted the serial killer to hold the gun right to his forehead.

“Pffff, this is so stupid. PULL THE TRIGGER!”

Tenko shoved some popcorn in her mouth and chucked a few at the TV. You chuckled, even this cheap movie was funny when she was here. But.

“AHHHHHHH!!! FUUCKKK AHHH-OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!!”

Nothing could have prepared you for the plot twist. The killer pulled out a spear and stabbed the man’s stomach, pushing it way past the metal tip. The guy either on the floor, shaking hands gripping the spear.

“GAHHHH!!!”

Tenko shrieked, almost knocking over the popcorn, if it wasn’t for her quick reactions. Your eyes widened. It was like the movie’s quality suddenly increased. The blood pooled around his twitching body, staining everything a dark crimson. Tenko snatched the remote and flicked it off, holding your hands in hers and looking into your eyes.

“Are you okay, Y/N? I know gory stuff gets under your skin. Do you need me to comfort you in any way, my dear?”

She really is a doting girlfriend. But, you didn’t want to bother her with anything. And, you didn’t even feel that scared. It's just a little bit of fake blood, what’s the big deal? You shook your head and grinned.

“I’m fine, but thank you, honey.”

You gave her a swift kiss on the cheek.

You both went to bed, cuddling up closer to each other. It didn’t take long for Tenko to fall asleep. She looked so cute as she slept, a small grin on her face with a tiny bit of drool, but you loved her all the same. Her soft breaths sounded so peaceful.

‘AHHHH GOD PLEASE IT HURT- GAHH! PFGHH’

The sounds and images of splattering and dripping blood were burned in your vision, no matter how hard you rubbed your eyes, it was still there, haunting you. You squeezed Tenko’s sleeping body tighter. She was a heavy sleeper, so you knew it wouldn't wake her up. ‘But…. Would it be better to wake her up?’

You buried your face in her neck and let a few tears fall down your cheeks. After that, you sobbing grew a bit louder. It was all too much. Too much like Danganronpa. You tried to push the scaring memories away, but they won’t budge. Suddenly…

“Huhhh…? Yawn~ Y…/N?! Honey?!? Oh my god are you okay?!?? Oh no oh no oh nooo shhhh….”

You felt her arms wrap around your body, holding your head closer to her neck.

“E-Everything th-that happened.. *hic* I-I saw my friend die.. *sniff* y-you.. I almost lost you.” Tenko gently pulled you to sit up with her, brushing your tears away with her thumb. “I know, honey, I know… I miss them too… but-“ She pressed her hand to your chest,” they are still in here. In your heart. In our hearts.”

She straddled your legs, cupping your face.

“We just have to keep moving forward! Come on, let me see that bright smile!”

You chuckled at her cute antics, showing a bright smile. Her eyes glowed with adoration.

“Hehehehe! You’re so adorable, Y/N! Now, do you feel like sleeping now? It always feels better to sleep right after crying anyways!~”

she gently patted your head. You nodded, pulling Tenko close and burying your face against her neck. She laughed and you both fell on your side, lovingly kissing and cuddling each other.

“I love you, sweetie. And always will, you can count on it!!”

» [All Men Are Pigs] «

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#danganronpa #chiaki x reader #chiaki namani #danaganronpa v3 #danganronpa x y/n #k1 b0 #kiibo #kiibo x reader #danganronpa tenko #drv3 tenko #tenko x reader #x reader #danganronpa v2 #v3 #drv2 x reader #drv3 x reader

[cooliofango]

ITS ME AGAIN :DD again i heard you needed requests hehe so here i am with my funny little CEO thoughts this is rlly just a small spill of thoughts in hopes it can help you with ideas :D imagine a reader who loves tying his tie into a little bow just for fun, they adore how adorable it looks on him and would tease him about it all the time hehes, again you can always skip the request no pressure mate :DD

One Red Bowtie

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

CEO x GN! Reader

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I will never skip your requests Tf?? Not when it fuels my appetite for writing BlueyCapsules content. I need more people like you to send requests like this 😭. I love writing these but I never get any requests for them so I’m very grateful that you request this~! I’ll get to it asap!

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“Aaaand there!” Your bright smile and enthusiasm caused him to smile as well. Even when you don’t have to get up early for your own job, you always wake up to do this one simple little task. It’s been this way since you figured out how to do it- that being about a month ago.

It was a sweet gesture, really. One the CEO didn’t mind one bit. Actually, it was quite adorable watching you tie his bright red necktie into a neat little bow. He keeps it that way all day as well! The last thing he would want to see is that cute pout on your face if he had undid it by the end of the day. As cute as your pouts are, he loved your smiles a lot better.

“Say.. how come you like tying my tie like this?” He already knew the answer, in all honesty. He just wanted to hear your voice in his ears before he would leave for work. A thing he didn’t care too much despite Chauncey’s complaints and instance to do his work. However, he went anyways as to keep things in order. He misses you all day..

“Because it’s adorable!“ Hearing your bubbly laughter made his heart flutter. It was an amazing feeling he enjoyed quite a lot in your presence. Seeing your smile, hearing your laugh, holding you close… it’s the best relief he can get by the end of the day. “It makes you seem all cutesy~” You teased lightly, straightening the silky fabric of the tie so it appeared smooth against his black coat.

“Is that so?” Your lover cooed back in an equally teasing tone as he looked down at you. You quickly nodded, taking your hands away as you backed up to see if it looked right to your taste. He allowed you to do so, of course. The focused look on your face as you mentally put together whether or not it looked right as a newer sight yet another expression on your cute face he loved.

“Well.. I, for one, think you’re far cuter than this silly old tie~” He stepped back up to you, arms wrapping around your waist. Your cheeks quickly flushed a soft red hue. You had gotten used to the subtle- and not so subtle- flirting your dearest threw your way. The smallest ones always managed to bring a blush to your face.

What? You didn’t think he wouldn’t tease you back, did you? You’re sadly mistaken then. He never passes up the opportunity to tease you just to pull a blush to your face. The CEO laughed softly at your slightly surprised expression. That expression would melt away in an instant as he pressed his lips to yours for a quick second.

It was a “goodbye for now” kiss. A kiss that will be returned with a “welcome back” kiss the moment he would return home that afternoon. “I’ll be off then. I’ll see you a lunch.” He slid his hands from around your waist and watched as you nodded.

“I love you!” You called out.

“Love you too, sweetheart~” He called out, chuckling to himself upon seeing you blush at the nickname he’d given you.

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Aaand done! It’s not too long but I made it sweet~ so I hope you like it! Reminder: Requests are always open as of now~! Don’t be afraid to send more! I’d love to write for you~!

#requests #requests open #blueycapsules x reader #blueycapsules #oneshots #reader insert #one shots #request #blueycapsules ceo

[yoshkeii]

"𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Daishou Suguru, Atsumu Miya, Sakusa Kiyoomi

࿐ genre: angst (to fluff)

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested: yes, as a continuation of  "𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.”

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ mentions ; cheating (atsumu’s), angst to fluff (sakusa)

⌦ they all have different scenarios, so its best to check out the first post for a little more context.

A/N: never expected to make a part two, but i guess the feedback said otherwise. its been awhile since ive written anything, so i may be rusty, disregard mistakes too please-

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ; this is queued. i am still on my hiatus.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞:

→ ever since the argument, you had left. taking majority of what was yours and what you could in the quickest of matters. you and Daishou barely talked or interact within those days. often dead silence within the shared home... or rather what was shared.

→ it was quite suffocating as well, leaving each other after a long relationship you both committed to. but you had a gut feeling it would end unfortunately.

→ Daishou had seen you leave for the last time past the front door. only exchanging a blunt “bye.” before disappearing behind the solid door. he really hoped this was all lies and games, but it wasn’t. he knew this was real, he knew this will be his reality. without you. the fading steps signaled that you were not gonna look back.

→ since then, he hasn’t heard of you since. he hasn’t seen your name around social media and only the bittersweet memories of when his friends would bring you up came into mind.

→ but it was like, you erased him from your world. and yet Daishou still held tight of the cut thread that lead to you. the other end laying flat onto the floor as the other end you had, disappeared as a whole. a huge gap between you both.

→ him being in denial, he kept mainly to himself. 

→ the old shared space felt empty. drastically different every time he would come home. he would hear your welcoming voice that made his whole body so warm and fuzzy, but now, the silence was painful and cold as he stepped inside his so called ‘home’. he didn’t know why...

→ but he really wanted you back. he wanted to see your face no matter when he came home. he missed your whole presence. he yearned for something that he could’ve kept if he would just shut up.

→ Daishou didn’t expect to see you here. at the same party he would be invited to, he watched you from the second floor that had the view of the merged rooms of the living room and kitchen. seeing you laugh and smile with two other friends who you stumbled upon, the sight made his heart sting.

→ a sharp stab straight through his chest, only thinking if he could be the reason for that smile. that laughter. oh he envied it.

→ he tried to avert his thoughts away before he heard some whistles and calling of names, to see your figure slip away with someone else from the crowd.

→ watching you both from his higher position, he noticed your hands intertwined with the other. his own hand slightly clenching the daring drink he held, the other grasping the rail tighter the longer he watched.

→ Daishou’s eyes soon looked up at your face. the expression you had made him feel conflicted.

→ the wide pure smile you had accompanied with the deep flush, made him feel that oh so familiar feeling. but knowing he wasn’t the cause of it pained him.

→ although, seeing you with someone deserving made him feel at ease. but the stabbing dagger in his heart laid there still, only reminding him that he could’ve been that better person.

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞:

→ after the confrontation, you and Atsumu had split ways of course. it was difficult to move on and realize the situation at hand, to the both of you.

→ seeing where your stuff would be gone in the shared space made it surprisingly empty and less... alive. the whole place felt dead and empty, like a home left abruptly without an obvious reason of why.

→ but Atsumu knew why, and it began to nag at him. it made him feel so guilty to do that to you. to him, you were so pure, kind, and oh so nice. he could go on about your looks too, he really could. but every thought of you made his mind so hazy and clouded with distraught. 

→ why did he cheat? you were loyal to him- if only he could be too.

→ its been a couple years since then, it was tough for Atsumu. he had cut ties for who he was cheating with, regretting what he did and in hopes to regain you back before- didn’t obviously work. so now he stayed alone in the home that practically mocked him of his decision. 

→ he was quite surprised Atsumu wasn’t blocked by you throughout social media etc. but he didn’t dare to strike a conversation and laid idle as he saw you occasionally appear on his feed. 

→ seeing you mention being in relationship but only giving vague hints and images, truly never revealing who to your followers. 

→ sighing as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he didn’t want to think about it all, so he decided to pay a visit to Osamu at his restaurant. to his twin’s dismay.

→ arriving there fairly quickly he waved at his brother who was behind the counter cleaning up for the night, seeing his twin wave back slightly before continuing on whatever he was doing.

→ Atsumu couldn’t help but noticed the metallic object that wrapped around Osamu’s ring finger. 

→ “..’Samu? What’s on yer’ hand?”

→ “Oh- ya noticed already. I got engaged not so long ago, or recently.”

→ curiosity jabbing at the blonde made him eagerly question again.

→ “I- What?? By who!? ‘Samu ya didn’t even tell me you were in a relationship!” Atsumu could only just whine, knowing his brother didn’t share with him about his personal life after highschool. 

→ “Shut up ‘Tsumu.. Don’t be so loud in my restaurant or I’ll kick yer ass out of here!”

→ “..but do you still wanna know?”

→ Osamu seeing his twin nod with anticipation made him sigh, knowing this wouldn’t end too well. “Well.. me and [Name] are getting married. Just got engaged with him two days ago.”

→ “..[Name]..?” Atsumu could only repeat the familiar name, his voice faint but still audible to his brother’s ears.

→ he couldn’t believe it. his brother... and.. 

→ “W-well-! That’s.. nice for both of ya, haha..” the blonde tried to played off, hoping that the wavering of his voice didn’t catch his attention but, Osamu already knew, simply playing along as the conversation continued and slowly shifted off to something else.

→ Atsumu had left the place rather quickly than he originally intended to stay- but he didn’t expect it. he didn’t expect you being engaged with his twin, eventually knowing you’ll see each other soon.

→ he didn’t know how to feel about this. he was happy for both of you- but- he wasn’t over you. although it has been more than two years, he wasn’t. he missed you, he yearned to see you again. he wanted to hear your laughter and giggles, your voice overall. he wanted to see you smile, he wanted to see your handsome face. 

→  he wanted... you back. but he knows he can’t have you. not anymore.

𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊:

→ when you left passed the front door, you hadn’t come back after a few minutes. and it was.. raining. pretty badly.

→ having worry built up in his stomach that soon turned into a mixture of anxiety made him feel uneasy, overthinking the situation and words he said to you earlier made him choke on his actions. 

→ snapping out of the trance, he rushed to go grab a coat to slip on. retrieving his phone. hurrying out the front door hoping to find you haven’t gotten too far already, almost slipping down some steps of the apartment building on the way to find you.

→ the rushing anxiety continue to flow through him, making his movements more loose and clumsy as he ran off to find you. calling out your name aimlessly of the darkened rainy streets. not caring that his curls were getting soaked in the pounding rain, he just wanted to find you. 

→ to find you and keep you safe.

→ Sakusa’s heart kept increasing every moment he didn’t see you. he wanted to find you so bad- this anxiety he had was much worse than when around he was in crowds, this one felt more instinctual.

→ forgetting he had brought his phone, he slipped it out of his pocket quickly dialing and calling you. to find you answering on the second ring.

→ “..h-hello-?”

→ “[Name]..! T-thank god your safe.”

→ the slight mess-up Sakusa slurred with his words made you feel slightly worried, “..yes I am safe. what’s up with you??”

→ “Nothing..! But w-where are you?”

→ “I’m.. at a nearby cafe. Are you sure you-”

→ your boyfriend interrupted you quickly, “I’m on my way.”

→ “H-hey..! Don’t just-”, hearing the call end with singular beep, “aaaand.. he hung up..” you decided to look around from your position outside, grasping your phone nervously. realizing the rain was pounding down much harder than earlier.

→ the sound of the familiar voice calling your name from the distance caught your attention, gazing over to see Sakusa running over towards you. 

→ “S-saku-”

→ jumping lightly at the sudden hug he enveloped you, muttering soft rushed apologies over and over again as he hid his drenched face in the crook of your neck. he had continued his rambles of apologies as you hugged him back, rubbing his back lightly. watching the ravened hair male let it out a little longer before you could mutter reassuring words to him back.

→ the tension slowly rising from his muscles but the hold of his hug didn’t falter at all, only continuing to snake around your waist.

→ “..you scared me..” “...im really sorry, babe.”

→ you lifted your gaze to meet Sakusa’s, lifting your hands up to cup his face. brushing a few strands of hair away from his view sending a quick peck onto his lips. “you don’t need to apologize anymore Omi. you did enough already..”

→ “A-and you’re drenched! Baby, you’re gonna get sick-” you blinked, noticing how flat his hair was from the rain that couldn’t reach you both from the small roof over the entrance of the cafe. 

→ “..i-i’ll be fine..” the soft stutter Sakusa made noted he was embarrassed about the thought, “..i’m glad your the one not gonna be sick though.” he muttered before softly pecking your lips.

→ “Honey..” you sighed, taking your hands in his before heading inside the building. “..lets just get something to drink to warm us up, ‘kay? then we can head back.”

→ “I-m.. paying aren’t I-..”

→ “Yes. Yes you are. A treat after a bad tiring day!”

→ “..you just want sweets-”

→ “Shut it Kiyoomi.”

#rainy-days;- 🌁 #at-dusk;- 🌆 #folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #daishou x male reader #atsumu x male reader #sakusa x male reader #atsumu miya x male reader #sakusa kiyoomi x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #x male reader #daishou suguru x reader #daishou x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #daishou angst #atsumu angst #sakusa fluff #fluff to angst #haikyuu angst

[goodvibes24hrs]

Spirited Away/Creek AU 🍃

This au wouldn’t follow the movie 100% but would share the same elements

Craig & Jessica taking the place as Chihiro. Jessica would follow Craig instead of staying and eating the food with her parents & Bernard.

Omar would be Haku, the Witches would be Lin, Cheyenne would be Yubaba, Kenneth’s Zeniba, Xavier as Bôh, Mark as the Boiler Man, and the rest of the creek kids would be working at the bathhouse.

All three Elders work in the boiler room but Mark’s the one who runs it the most. David goes up stairs the most and brings the soot spirits candy. If anything in the bathhouse breaks Barry’s the one to go fix it.

When Omar sneaks Craig & Jessica over the bridge, they see a No-Face that looks exactly like Helen. Jessica is the one who accidentally let’s her in when she spotted her out in the rain.

When they’re working Jessica goes with Courtney and Craig goes with Tabitha. Tabitha’s ready to fight everyone when her & Craig start getting the bad end of a stick with their job.

Kit would run the bath token booth like the trading tree.

Omar pretending not to care or notice Craig & Jessica around the other kids but when they’re alone he fusses over them.

Omar taking Craig & Jessica to where their parents & brother are and having that good cry/lunch scene together.

The sludge/river spirit is Roger :)

Cheyenne’s wouldn’t smother Xavier as much as Yubaba does with Bôh but would still be protective of him since he’s still her baby brother.

Maya & the Champions stay with Xavier in his room almost 24/7.

Dragon Omar? Dragon Omar 👍🏽✨

Omar stealing Kenneth’s seal/cube and being badly hurt.

While Craig sneaks into Cheyenne’s room to check on Omar, Jessica is the one to deal with No-Face Helen who has the bathhouse shaking.

Kenneth would turn Xavier & Maya into a little flower creature (ex: the flower ppl in Haru King of the Forest) along with turning Jackie into Xavier and leaving him & the other Champions behind.

Craig healing & breaks the curse on Omar and leaving him with the elders to watch over him.

Mark giving Craig the tickets he was saving to go see Kenneth.

Jessica managing to change Helen back and get her out of the bathhouse. Helen joining Craig, Jessica, and flower kids Xavier & Maya on their journey to Kenneth’s house.

There’s no little birdie carrying Xavier so he ends up hitching a ride on Jessica’s shoulders and refusing to let Craig carry him. Maya walks on her own till she also hitches a ride from Jessica.

A lot of stuff after this just follows the movie story so have some out of order hcs!

I like the idea of the creek kids sort of nonhuman? Like JP being human from the waist up and then having little frog legs waist down.

It takes longer for Craig & Jessica to get out of the spirit world than it did for Chihiro. They get to spend more time with the spirit kids and get to know them more.

Tabitha & Courtney promise to watch over Jessica for Craig since they sleep in different quarters. Jessica sleeps between Courtney & Tabitha.

Omar would sneak into Craig’s sleeping quarters and Craig sneaking out with him so often so they can eat & chat.

Omar wasn’t Cheyenne’s first apprentice. Michelle used to be it but disappeared shortly after Omar was cursed.

Aaaand That’s all I got! I thought of this au in January and wanted to draw for it. Sadly I forgot about the au till now 💦

#craig of the creek #cotc #craig williams #jessica williams #omar cotc #I’m just tagging these three since it’s mostly centered around them #headcanons #gv24hrs blabber #long post #the green poncho

[subwaysurf45]

Tech problems (bucky x reader)

Summary: bucky doesn’t know how to work the TV, his new phone, anything. After getting made fun if he wants to quit but the reader helps him out.

Pairing: bucky barns x reader

Warning: mentions of death near the end, but it’s mostly fluff

Masterlist!

Bucky stood at the counter in the kitchen, full weight leaning on the concrete slab that most people ate off of. His eyebrows were basically touching as he fiddled with his phone that Tony just gave him, he just couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.

“Hey, old guy!” Tony walked in, “whatcha doing?” He walked over and peered over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Trying to…” his brain wasn’t focused on completing the sentence, more on creating an e-mail.

“I see,” Tony snatched the phone from Bucky’s hands and turned his back to him, Bucky tried to see what he was doing but Tony kept walking around. A little bit of anger grew inside him because Tony seemed just fine at working with tech- everyone did.

Steve had walked in, “Tony, what are you doing?” His voice was tired and annoyed, he already knew what was happening simply from the way Bucky looked longingly at Steve. “Tony-“

“Ah-ta-ta, let me help him.” Tony smirked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’m doing it all for him, aaaand- done!” He turned and slapped the phone in the table, it looked like everyone else’s.

“What did you do to it?” Bucky asked, his anger coming through in his tone.

“Nothing, tin man- old man- silver hair, just nothing.” He seemed like he was telling the truth, “i just did it so you wouldn’t keep annoying me and asking so many god damn questions, jeez.” Tony scoffed and walked away, Bucky didn’t pick up the phone, rather stare at it.

“How stupid am I?” Bucky asked, “really, like you got this figured out in less than a week, Tony told me when I asked for the Bluetooth password.”

“Wifi.” Steve corrected.

“What?” Bucky looked over, “same thing, who cares…” Bucky waved him off, his head snapped up at Steve suppressing a laugh, his stomach sank, “what?” His voice light and almost a whisper.

“It’s not the same thing, very much not the same thing.” He laughed, Bucky sighed, he’d had enough of this. Bucky picked up the phone and walked down the hall, “oh, come on! I’m having fun with you!” Steve laughed.

~~~

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, training with Nat had just ended and you were heading back to your shared room with Bucky. As you walked past the kitchen you saw Steve looking at nothing, he hand kept his head up.

“Why the long face?” You panted, still needing to catch your breath.

“I made fun of Bucky, he’s mad now.” His mouth barley moved, the sentence was muffled.

“About what?” You asked softly but you were still mad, he made fun of your boyfriend.

“Him not knowing how to use tech,” Steve looked up and saw your jaw drop, “what?”

“Literally last night he was so upset because he called me when I was training and he used the emergency signal, so I came running to our room and he had no idea.” You looked towards the bedrooms, “he was so upset with himself that he made me scared, he was all in his head. I need to go check up on him,” you sighed and turned to go to your room; that hot shower had to wait.

Once you made it to your room you softly knocked on the door, “Bucky?” You called, when you heard a hum you opened the door a jar, seeing him slumped over with his phone in his hands. “Hey, babe.” He seemed to break out of his thoughts when you placed a hand on his back.

“Hi, doll face.” He tried to smile, “how’s training?” He looked over to you as you sat beside him.

“Very long and very tiring,” you chuckled, you knew if you asked how he was doing he might get mad or breakdown, “Steve told me what happened, he seemed sad when I was in the kitchen.” Your hand started to rub his upper back, making sure you didn’t hit any scars through the shirt. “You wanna talk about it?” His phone was still on the home page, all the apps were downloaded but you knew he didn’t do that himself.

“I don’t know anything,” he sighed, “i don’t know how to work my phone, the microwave, the TV…I don’t know how to use the system thing in here properly, I can barley understand cars these days, that’s why I use the motorcycle because they didn’t change much but-… y/n, everyone thinks it so funny, the old guy who doesn’t know jack shit about tech.” He slumped forward.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” you moved up to the back of his neck, knowing he likes when you get under into his scalp.

“You’re different.” He stated.

“How so?”

“Because you’ve never been mean to anyone, you’re this shining star, you’re a light and you’re never mean.” His eyes left his phone and he looked at your leg, not wanting to make eye contact after saying that.

Your heart melted, his lips turned up at the quickly kiss to his cheek. He looked over and kissed you back, your hands wrapped around his neck and his pulled your waist in. After pulling away your foreheads rested on one another’s.

“Let me teach you, yeah?” You whispered, “no jokes. No funny business. As long as you need, I’ll go through it all.” You leaned back and waiting for his response.

“I don’t wanna make you go through-“

“Nope. Final rule, no self-doubt.” You smiled, his lip pouted out and he tried to cover his face and blush.

“Okay,” he nodded, “teach me.”

“Not right now,” you laughed, Bucky quirked a brow, “I’m tired and sweaty and I feel gross, also, I would like some cuddles.” You stood and grabbed your towel and a change of comfy clothes, “tomorrow.”

~~~

It was the next day, Bucky sat on the bed as you walked around the TV in your shared room, deep down he wanted to take some notes but he knew if anyone found them, he’d never hear the end of it.

“So let’s start basic,” you stood in front of the blank TV, “let’s say you’ve lost he remote, this is how you control it. Right here,” you pointed to the circle with a line through the top symbol, “that is the universal signal for on and off, look for that. Then, once you’ve pressed it here is the little notches for the volume and then the channel notches.” You pointed as you went along the bottom of the screen.

“Sounds easy,” Bucky muttered more to himself.

“But we have a remote, here, same little symbol, on and off. There, that’s the volume, and the big circle can help navigate up and down, side to side.” You showed him up close, “lots of these buttons will never be used, so I won’t really go through them.” You waved it off. “Okay, test number one, turn of the tv.” You passed the remote.

“Okay…” bucky clicked the button with the symbol he now knew and the screen lit up, some random cartoon played, “yes!” He shit up and jumped, quickly catching himself he sat back down.

“Can you change the channel for me?” You asked, a smirk on your face from his reaction before, he clicked the channel button and it went to the news. “And turn it up, please.”

“Easy,” he smiled and clicked, no sound came out. “What?” He clicked again and the sound came back, but not louder.

“You hit the mute button, use the long button here,” you pointed, he clicked up and it went up one level, after catching on and holding it the volume kept going up, “Bucky-“ you tried to warn but the volume cut out completely.

“Shit.” He stood up, Bucky fiddled with the notches on the actual TV but nothing happened. “What did I do?” His face i genuine terror, “did I break it, oh god, Tony’s gonna get some mad.”

“You blew out the speakers,” after observing the smoke coming out from the side of the TV that was the only possible answer.

“I knew i’d mess it up, I get so cocky, I really thought I had it.” He paced around, tugging his hair.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be fine,” you calmed him and sat him in the bed, “it’s hard at first but it will only get easier.” You smiled before pulling him into a hug, you could feel his sigh of defeat as he hugged back.

You both headed out to the kitchen, Bucky still in a mood from breaking the TV a couple minutes ago. You both had some coffee, yours with a little milk.

“Hello, lovebirds.” Tony walked in, Bucky looked right at his feet and tried not to look awkward. “What’s up with cyborg over here?” Tony giggled.

“Nothing,” you dipped your coffee, Bucky just nodded along.

“I got a notification that the speakers in your room were blown out,” Tony teased, Bucky stiffened and inches closer to you, “what happened?”

Bucky looked up, his mouth open and about to talk. You gently placed a hand on his chest and looked him in the eye, a way of saying ‘I got this’.

“I sat in the remote, turns out my ass poked it right at the volume and I couldn’t figure it out in time.” You laughed, Bucky looked at you crazy before forcing one out.

Tony hunched over, “I can picture that, oh wow- I wish I was there!” He cackled before turning away and walking down the hall, “it’ll be fixed by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

~~~

It was lonely without you, it was very rare you’d go in missions without Bucky but also rare you’d go alone. It was a simple infiltrate, you were more on the espionage rather than Captain America side of powers. 

Bucky had tired to talk to Steve about letting someone go with you, this mission would involve zero contact with the base. But no one listened, it was always going to be you.

It had been a month, three quarters done with the they needed. The tech lesions had to be halted, you weren’t there to teach and Bucky refused to let anyone tell him anything about the tech in his room.

“If only you could see me, babe…” he whispered as he worked the TV, that was the only thing he knew, and he was great at it. Last week he recorded a show, he was never going to watch it, but it as recorded. He almost had a heart attack when the remote stopped working, but it just ran out of batteries.

After doing all the cool tricks he knew he looked over to your side of the bed, it was neatly made and seemed untouched. Whenever you’d be fine for even a night he’d sleep on the ground, but he promised he’d sleep on the bed, but he never rolled over or even sat on your side.

The one thing he missed was the way your shampoo stunk up the whole bed in a good way, when he’d wake up the morning after you’d showered he’d could smell your lavender shampoo right away, it almost puts him back to sleep. But as the days went on, it faded.

Bucky looked around before gently placing his face your pillow, almost like an afterthought of your sent came through; just barley there. His face hovered before he gave in and relaxed on it, he knew if he’d roll around the sent would fade quicker, he didn’t really care.

There was a hard spot on your pillow, he reached under and found a green spiral notebook. It didn’t have anything in the cover, once he opened it a gasp fell from his lips.

It was a notebook, for every piece of tech in the house. From his phone to how F.R.I.D.A.Y. works, it was all there. Intricate diagrams that where labeled, one page had everything he needed to know.

Bucky’s phone sat face down in his bedside table, he flipped the that page and looked it over. He picked up his phone and read through it all, slightly muttering then words that were written to himself like he was being taught.

“Okay, you got this,” he said as he pressed the on button, as he navigated around he learned how to add a contact, send and text, google, the a picture, send an email. Everything.

~~~

You walked into the compound completely exhausted, one black eye layer, the base had been infiltrated. You went to your mission report computer and Tony was there, he gave you your phone.

“Connect back to the wifi,” he nodded before leaving you to connect.

Once you were fully back online your phone began to buzz, over and over. Tons of notifications rolled in. You went to emails first.

From: bucky

To: y/n

Subject: test?

Hellooooooo this is a test, don’t worry about it!

You laughed and scrolled through the other emails, finding out they were all kind of the same, then you went to text messages.

There was a selfie of him holding the green book, his smile couldn’t have been wider. He sent three, probably by accident. But they were still cute.

So I figured hit text!

Kinda cool

I found the book, it was like Christmas

Anyway, I know you won’t read this but I think I’ll try the oven next, I’ll ask wanda about it.

As the texts went on, your heart started to drop and your stomach swirled. They had been getting progressively sadder.

Hey doll face, I hope you’re well, miss you

I miss you

I love you

I wanna marry you one day, maybe live on farm and have a few kids

If you want

Sent: two months ago

I finished your book, I think I know it all now, I’ve been going over those tests you put in the back sleeve, they’re really good

You’re very thoughtful

I know you can’t see this

I don’t know what to do with myself, this is very hard.

Sent: one month ago

Are you dead?

I had a dream you died in my arms, and I can’t tell if it was a flashback or a dream

I hope you’re not

I love you too much

Please come home

Please

I really need you

I wish I never learn how to use this shit, honestly, I can’t seem to put my phone down because this is all I have if you right now. I keep checking it to see if you’ve responded but I know you haven’t, but part of me wants you to respond so I know you’re alive.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

Sent: 24 hours ago

You slammed the phone down and raced down the hall, you passed the kitchen and everyone who smiled at you because they hadn’t seen you in three months, they probably also thought you were dead.

You stopped right before the door, you could hear soft whimpers coming from inside.

“I miss you,” the voice was muffled.

You opened the door silently, you saw Bucky lying right next to your side of the bed, it was still perfectly made. You also saw what looked like glass shattered by the wall, a closer look and it was his phone.

“Bucky?” You asked.

His head shot up and he sat up straight, after wiping his face he ran right over to you. His hug pushed you back on the floor, he just stayed there.

“Don’t ever do that again, please.” His voice was still shaken, “I can’t go through that again.”

“Never again, i was so worried when I saw your text a minuet ago.” You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Your name in my phone, your the only one.” He sniffled, “it was like it was taunting me, I got really mad and I threw it.” He hugged you tighter, “you were supposed to come home two days ago.” He cried.

“I know,” you housed him and sat up, as he pulled away he saw your bruised face, his thumb gently traced the purple mark.

“I don’t want a phone, I like knowing about it, but I’ll only ever borrow yours.” He seemed like he was pledging something, like an oath.

“Done deal,” you pulled him in for a long kiss, hoping it would never end.

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barns #comfort #marvel #bucky oneshot #bucky barns fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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I honestly would love to read about the first time Cam finds out Luther is shrinking because he has feelings for him. In that hanahaki disease au.

ask and ye shall receive.... cam figures it out. just shy of 2000 words.

~~~

“Aaaand… there,” Cam said, and gave the screwdriver one final twist. He pulled on the little contraption in front of him a few times to test its stability and sat back on his haunches, finally satisfied. “You’re all set.”

It is one of four little rope and pulley elevator systems that he’d set up around Luther’s apartment. It consisted of a small wooden plank that Luther could stand on and use the rope system to raise or lower himself. Each one was operable at height ranges between about a foot and a half to four inches. They let him get up onto his sofa, his bed, the kitchen counter, and the bathroom sink.

“You really didn’t have to do all that,” Luther protested from his position just behind Cam. “I mean, I don’t get that small that often, I probably won’t use them that much.”

Cam laughed and pushed a stray wisp of hair out of his face, looking up at Luther. “What are you talking about? You’re always shrinking around me. It’s okay, I’m happy to help. That’s what friends are for.” He watched the usual blush spread across Luther’s face, the telltale shiver run down his spine, and smiled as Luther shrank another inch. He’d lost some height here and there during the installation process as they chatted, and had gone down to about five foot even, if Cam had to guess. “Anyway, you let me know if you have any trouble with these, and I’ll be over to fix ‘em as soon as I can. And there’s the bells if you’re in any real trouble - those strings there, see? They’re hooked up to a bell in my apartment, ring that and I’ll come right over.”

“My cat’ll have a field day with them,” Luther murmured, brow furrowing. “Maybe we should do something other than string.”

Cam chewed on the end of his screwdriver in contemplation. “Hm. Good point. I’ll figure something out later.” He slipped the screwdriver in his toolbelt and slapped his hands on thighs as he stood up. “Well! I’d better get back to my place and start dinner. You’re coming over, right?”

“Oh! As long as it’s not an imposition? I mean, I don’t want to be any trouble…”

“Nah, s’alright, you’re always welcome. Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. See you in an hour?”

Luther’s blush deepened and he lost another two inches. “S-see you then,” he managed.

Cam chuckled fondly to himself as he left. He tried not to think of Luther’s condition as cute or funny, because when the shrinking was really bad it put the poor guy in danger. But he couldn’t help but find it amusing when Luther lost just a little height, ending up just a slightly shorter version of himself. And when he went on one of his long rambles and shrank a little bit at a time all throughout, it put Cam in mind of a deflating balloon, which was just too silly not to laugh at. And when he ended up really tiny, and he was just like a little doll, and fit so perfectly in the palm of Cam’s hand…

Cam shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, that was too far. He shouldn’t think like that, no doubt it was terrifying for Luther to be so small and vulnerable. He sighed as he shouldered his door open, hands full of leftover wood and string. He set them on the little table where he kept his keys by the door, then unbuckled his toolbelt and hung it on the coat rack, lost in thought.

He’d been puzzling over what caused Luther to shrink for a while now. Was it just at random? Was it like an allergic reaction, and some kind of food or environmental thing kicked it off? He had a brief vision of Luther sneezing and instantly shrinking down to bug size. No, knock it off, he chastised himself, not funny. A little funny. But don’t laugh at it.

Anyway, he hadn’t seen Luther ever sneeze when he shrank, so that probably wasn’t it. What were the symptoms? He’d make a list, that would help him narrow it down.

Cam slipped an apron over his head - one of the novelty ones his sister kept getting him, he didn’t bother to read the witty joke about buns printed on the front - and started on the dough for his spaghetti. Whenever possible, he liked to make things from scratch. Besides, having something to do with his hands let his mind work better. He worked the problem around in his mind just like he worked the dough in front of him, kneading it, pushing it around, looking at it from different angles.

So. What were the warning signs? Luther tended to get awkward and shy just before he shrank. He’d blush, stammer or trip over his words, either avoid eye contact or stare like he couldn’t look away, and of course the final sign was that signature shiver right before a loss of height. A lot of those symptoms could be attributed to anxiety as well - was that what triggered the shrinking, just whenever he was anxious? But that couldn’t be it, Luther had been anxious plenty of times without shrinking. Not to mention he worked a high-stress job, waiting tables at a local diner, and wouldn’t be able to make it through the day if anxiety made him shrink. So that wasn’t it.

Cam rolled the dough out flat and cut it into strips. He hung the fresh noodles up to dry and put water on to boil, then opened the fridge and pulled out the meatballs he’d shaped that morning.

His brain kept chugging along on the issue as he worked, hands going on automatic. He came back to the present long enough to taste the sauce he’d made, hem and haw, and add a little more garlic, then went right back to it. There was something tugging at the back of his mind, trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.

A sound startled him out of his thoughts - the ringing of a bell.

“Shoot,” Cam hissed, dropping the sauce spoon. It clattered onto the stove and left little pools of sauce cooling on the glass surface. He’d deal with that later though, Luther needed him now. He switched the burners to low and headed for the door.

Luther’s door was locked, so he had to duck back inside his apartment to grab the spare key. He opened the door slowly and called out.

“Luther? Was that just the cat, or do you need me?” Cam scanned the room, looking for that distinctive neon green jumpsuit. It clashed horribly with everything, but it was useful for spotting him when he ended up tiny. Sure enough, there he was by the strings for the bell, waving an arm to get Cam’s attention. He was easy to spot, as far as things went, standing about a foot tall. Cam hurried over.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need help?” Cam took a knee in front of Luther and leaned in close, inspecting him for injuries. Luther took a step back, startled by the sudden rush of worry, and Cam made himself pull back as well. It had to be scary to have someone looming over you like that, he told himself, give him a little space.

“I-I’m fine,” Luther said. “I just… well, this happened, and now I can’t really open my door, so I was hoping you could give me a lift over for dinner? Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve used the bell. I could’ve texted you.”

The tension flooded out of Cam and he laughed in relief. “No, that’s fine, I just jumped to conclusions. I can give you a lift, sure.” He cupped his hands and held them out to Luther, who climbed on and settled in, sitting down with his legs crossed. Cam rose slowly, being careful not to jostle Luther, and began to amble back towards the door. A thought occurred to him.

“What did it?” Cam asked.

Luther looked up, startled. “What did what?”

‘“What made you shrink this time? I’ve been trying to work it out on my own and I’m just not getting it. There’s gotta be a common thread, right, you’re not just shrinking at random?”

Luther stared at him in open-mouthed shock, face growing steadily redder.

“I mean,” Cam continued, “if you were just shrinking at random, it’d be hard to hold down a job, y’know? Do you ever shrink at work? And anyway, didn’t you say - ” His eyes widened as that thing that had been nagging at him finally became clear. “You said you don’t shrink all the time! But you shrink pretty often whenever I’m around. Am I doing it, somehow?”

“No, no, no,” Luther said hurriedly, but Cam could feel him getting smaller.

“Oh, liar!” Cam chortled. “Nice try, Pinnochio, but I’m literally holding you right now. Is it actually me?”

“It’s - it’s not - not always?” Luther was practically cowering away from him now, and Cam realized he’d been a little harsh.

“Oh shoot, I’m sorry. Look, we don’t have to talk about it, okay? It’s your business, I shouldn’t’ve pried.”

“No, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, it’s just… hard to say out loud, um…” Luther fidgeted with the collar of his jumpsuit, avoiding Cam’s eyes. He was red as a tomato, mouth drawn up in an adorable little pout, and so small and cute that Cam’s heart ached. Then it clicked.

“Oh. Is it me, like… because you like me?” Cam asked. “Like, you have a crush on me, is that it?”

Luther let out a sound like a tea kettle whistling, shrinking down at an alarming rate to only five inches tall. Cam couldn’t help himself. He laughed so hard he snorted. When he finally got a hold on himself again, the wounded look on Luther’s face sobered him instantly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but you don’t know how long I’ve been trying to work this out, and the answer’s been right in front of my face the whole time! I swear I’m laughing at myself, not at you. Anyway, you wanna go out sometime?”

Luther gaped up at him for a long moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. Finally he shut his mouth and nodded furiously. Cam grinned.

“Or this could be like our first date, right? I’ll get some candles and dim the lights. We could even 'Lady and the Tramp' it with the spaghetti! Or - okay, okay, sorry, I’ll stop.” Luther had started to shrink again, and Cam didn’t want his cooking to go to waste just because his guest was too small to eat it. “Hey, I joke a lot, but I want you to know I’m being serious here,” he said gently. “I’d like to go out with you, if you’re alright with it. Is it going to cause problems, though? Like are you going to shrink every time we’re together?”

Luther shifted and looked away, finally finding his voice. “I - I don’t know. The doctor said if I told you about how I felt, it would get easier. But he didn’t say it would go away entirely… if that’s not something you want to put up with, we don’t have to - ”

“No, no, that’s fine, I don’t mind it. Just if it was a problem for you, is all. I like you a lot, Luther. I’d love to be your partner, if you’ll have me.”

Luther looked back up at Cam with a huge, genuine, relieved smile on his teeny tiny face. Cam’s heart melted.

“I’d like that.”

#asks #writing #gulliver's hanahaki #not me best but i am at peace w/ it

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ACOTAR SERIES SPOILERS!!!

TW: Sexual Abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse and death

So the “interconnected-mates-theory” that has been circulating in the acotar fandom has literally blown my mind to pieces and is opening so many doors, you guys have to hear this.

CHARACTER PARALLELS BETWEEN DIFFERENT MATE PAIRINGS

If you don’t know what I mean:

Cassian / Feyre

- both had absent emotionally/physically absent parents

- Lost their Mothers early on

- had to basically fend for themselves at some point throughout their childhoods

- both lived in extreme poverty

- use humour to cope with problems

- were abandoned emotionally or literally

- looked down upon by some people. Cassian is a considered a ‘brute’ and ‘bastard born’. Feyre was the looked down upon from what her family had once been and how they were when in immense poverty, they mocked her and laughed in her face.

- both have a glowing happy gryffindor (by that I mean like the mc type beat) type of beauty

Nesta / Azriel

- had some level of a controlling (in a traumatic sense) parent

- deep rooted self loathing and hate

- Both wish they could go back and change things with a parent. Azriel would protect his mother from abuse and Nesta would try to save her father

- distant and cold

- feel out of place at times. Azriel feeling left out of the whole archeron sisters and bat boys relationship saga thing. Nesta seeing everyone move on and start healing their trauma while she feels left behind

- both have some crazy ass cold rage thing goin on

- feel disgusted by themselves in some ways. Azriel and his insecurity about his scarred hands. Nesta and her disgust in herself for letting her father die and in turn punishing herself

- dark humour lol

- both have a ‘found family trio’. Azriel has his bat boys and Nesta has her Valkyries

- both have a cold dark sharp beauty and attractiveness

- really clever, intelligent and very perceptive and observant

Rhysand / Gwyn

- Both experienced SA

- Both suffered SA to save others. Rhys saved velaris from amarantha and Gwyn saved the children by distracting the hybern soldiers

- were left with deep rooted trauma

- both had sisters who were murdered

- absent parents

- created their own ‘found family trio’ Rhys has his bat boys and Gwyn has her valkyries

- extravagantly coloured eyes, teal and violet

- both are half breeds. Rhys is half fae and half Illyrian, Gwyn is half fae and half river nymph

- both had to watch someone they loved/ oooor mates? Love someone else. Rhys watched Feyre love Tim-Tam (Australian chocolate biscuit:) and gwyn may have to watch Azriel love Elain

- Both saved from SA by their mates before any romantic interest had fully formed, basically the beginning of both of their love stories. (Gwynriel are not confirmed mates but let a girl dream ok?)

- they both have a playful and flirty presence/demeanour

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OK, now. What I meant by ‘doors opening’ was Gwyn and Rhys!

We’ve seen a really strong sibling bond form between Cass and Feyre that in my personal opinion, is really similar to what is growing between Nesta and Az, to support this:

I mean c’mon out of EVERYONE Azriel was the only one who gave Nesta a gift at the party. AND MISS GURL DID NOT HESITATE TO ATTACK AZRIEL with physical public affection. Like, NESTA AND AZ of ALL people, the two least affectionate characters hugging?!

*if that doesn’t support this ion know what does*

AAAAND, just because I cannot let go of this platonic nezriel thing, Nesta made herself vulnerable enough to show Az that she cared when he stood off to the side at the party. And we know the she probably wouldn’t have done that for Feyre back then.

SOOOOO

back.to.the.point :)

I can’t wait to see not only Az and Gwyn heal together, but also see

Rhys help Gwyn feel safe and comfortable around the city again. See Rhys enforce her safety, and possibly give us a little bit about Rhys’ own sister, maybe a name at least? gahdam MAYBE EVEN SOME GWYN NYX SCENES, idk maybe to emphasise on Rhys trusting Gwyn like a sister eventually:) oooo and undoubtedly some Feyre and Gwyn interactions

This tiktok fully inspired me to make this post and I adore how in depth all of her tiktoks are!! I recommend her videos if you’re obsessed with the aCoTaR Series :))

#gwyneth berdara #prythian #nesta archeron #nesta #deathlord #lady death #cassian #azriel #nyx acotar #azriel shadowsinger #general of the night court #illyrian #mates #acotar #acowar #acofas #acomaf #acosf theory #valkyrie #velaris #night court #cauldron #tiktok #booktok

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E121 (Jan. 19, 2021)

Aaaand we're back! The epic pet montage at the start is still the greatest thing ever.

Tonight's guests? Matthew Mercer and Marisha Ray!

We begin with an extensive discussion of waffle farts. As you do.

Matt is asked what it's been like to get to build out the characters in the Tombtakers. Lucien is Matt's favorite, but they've all got some fun traits to them. "It's one of those rare experiences as a dungeon master where you get to watch your players combat with the necessity of playing along. The instinct is: fuck these guys, I want to fight them, we'll take their shit... or I guess we have to play nice. And they begrudgingly grit their teeth and I smile internally."

On the Lucien accent: "You guys are all so mean to Taliesin!" Matt knew his own take would be a "weird mutation" of Mollymauk's accent anyway.

How's Marisha feeling about a lot of her predictions panning out? "Aw, I mean, gee, me? What? Noooo. It's definitely vindicating, I'm not gonna lie, and rewarding, but I also know that I write a lot of shit down in that notebook that's never relevant ever again. It's definitely a good feeling to know that I didn't go on that fifteen-minute deep dive and was utterly wrong about everything I said." Matt: "I was super proud. I was just silently cheering you on as you went on these long tangents."

What does Lucien think of the Mighty Nein? "Lucien is definitely curious about why they're getting involved in his shit and what they're planning alongside them. One, he hates Beau because he doesn't like people who challenge his authority. He gravitates towards Jester to an extent because she's the most open, which from his standpoint makes her easiest to manipulate. He loves toying with curiosity, and so between Jester and Caleb, those are the two people that he's the most comfortable interacting with. Caduceus makes him feel a little weird. He's amused by them. Fjord to Lucien is one of the more guarded and less accessible at the moment."

Is Beau enjoying getting under Lucien's skin? "Beau's picking and poking still kind of stems from her defensiveness and guardedness and her feelings, in a lot of ways, and the way that she's coping with things. It's a few steps removed from her default and what she often resorts to when she starts throwing up those barriers. She still has in the back of her head that she's looking at her dead friend. It's her way of protecting herself if she can go, fuck you, I don't care about you. This isn't too dissimilar to the way she reacted when Yasha was brainwashed." Matt: "It's a unique social sparring match the whole time they're traveling side-by-side. It's unique to have an antagonistic force that you're--" Marisha: "That we're going camping with."

Navigating the Tombtaker/M9 relationship as a DM is "challenging. At any given moment, a wrong statement could escalate matters one way or the other. It's having to pay attention to a lot of things at all points in time to be ready for how those chain reactions can happen and where it might go." He likens it to trying to follow and participate in two different conversations simultaneously at a party.

On the note from Yasha: "Oh man, you guys. Oh, it was so sweet. I don't think Beau was expecting Yasha to be so forthcoming with everything, and so complimentary and eloquent. Beau is awkward with healthy relationships, so she doesn't know how to handle them. She's still processing that and wants to not ruin it. No, it was magical." Ashley told Marisha after the episode that she was trying to think of what to say and wound up basing it on what she would say about Marisha.

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Vax (by stormfeather_cosplay, photograph by travi_b, both on Instagram)!

On using variations on the Wild Magic table: "I wanted to give it some variation to consequences. They took some of the tooth out of it from earlier editions. I knew it would be fun once I gave them the specifications of when these things would happen - players are just waiting for someone to roll a 20 or a 1 at all times."

Why is it so important to Beau that she and Yasha have a proper date? Part of it is a fresh start. "So much of Beau's past relationships have been rooted in some toxic behavior. Beau feels like, well, maybe we should just start from the beginning in the most us way possible: fighting through the tundra with our dead-ish friend."

The sci-fi-ish theme came toward the end of developing Aeor, but it mostly comes from rationalization. Matt is intrigued by how all these different societies want to usurp the gods... which has parallels with modern society. He notes that focusing more on the science of the magic means the aesthetics pull away to "instead facilitate the utility or the most direct route to the answers you want. You streamline as opposed to focusing on the aesthetics."

Beau’s reaction to all the weird magic stuff? “I think Beau’s just so focused on the pragmatic aspects of it all right now. There are greedy people with motives and the will and want to corrupt across all spans of cultures and times. She’s trying not to get lost in the magic, both proverbially and literally, of it all, and just trying to focus on the motives of these people at hand.”

In some ways, Matt was surprised by Caduceus’ strong reaction to the creepy woods. “It was the first major reveal that there are some other sides to the coin that he hadn’t learned about. I had no idea how he would react. It pushed him away more in ways than I expected.”

Fan art of the week: an amazing Lucien! (by oratorkayla on Twitter)

What’s Dagen’s motivation? “He’s definitely a man of his word when it comes to fulfilling a contract and getting the other half of his pay, but it’s not hard to see they’ve grown on him a little bit. He’s really good at getting around the tundra unseen and unnoticed.”

Brian: “In true Sam fashion-” Marisha, instantly: “OH MY GOD.”

Marisha: “Here’s the thing. Here’s the tea, okay? If I ever hear one more fucking person trying to claim that I’m ruining things by metagaming, I’m going to point to Sam. I’m expected to respond accordingly to Veth being a Sam troll. Gods damn him! Raven Queen curse upon him! Let chaos reign! He made me pull out my earphones, I can’t hear anything you’re saying. It’s frustrating because I’d be mad at it if it wasn’t so god damn funny.” Matt notes that at a different table this wouldn’t be great behavior, but they all know each other well enough (and check in with each other enough) that it’s comfortable teasing.

With a bit of a deeper pull, Matt is asked whether he knew Avantika would return someday? “I knew she was a fun, interesting option out there. The M9 still have in their grasp the single most important artifact, in Uk’otoa’s opinion, at the moment. As long as they carry that artifact, his eye of Sauron is upon them.” Matt notes that he has more encounter tables going, so a lot of the time even he’s not sure what’s going to happen.

Caduceus suggested contacting Essek, but Beau and Caleb nixed that idea. Does Beau trust him? “Gods no. Absolutely not. She can like Essek personally. As a person, he’s fine, I guess. But I think a lot of people might be forgetting that he’s kind of a war criminal and kind of set off a lot of bad things in motion with this war with the Empire and the Dynasty, because he wanted power and to know things. So now here he is, also in Aeor. Yeah. Just kinda putting two and two together there. It is another one of those things of, you’re walking that line on trying to keep him on your good side and having a mutually beneficial relationship before it could easily go completely south.”

On the Star Razor being a Vestige: “I don’t want this to be--- the Vestiges aren’t always a thing where it’s like, you get a Vestige and you get a Vestige! I want them to be still considered special and rare. This is one that had to be earned, it had to be reforged. I didn’t know the circumstances that would involve it coming about.” He based it on the circumstances of Fjord’s evolution into a paladin. “In essence, not only did he finish the creation of the sword, but he Awakened it at the same time as he made this transition. It is Exalted at this point, it’s in its final form.”

What does Beau think might lie ahead? “I have no idea. I am trying to abandon expectation when it comes to that. I know what we don’t know, and that’s it. Beau is trying to compensate for the known unknowns and the unknown unknowns. I hope we can keep this tenuous relationship through to Aeor, because we need more answers before it explodes in our face. Beau, and Marisha, is hoping for a little more information before shit hits the fan.”

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[gureishi]

Hey there! I can't even put into words how much i adore your writing 💕 Could I request 21 (wanna love you in the daylight) with Saeyoung and a female MC? NSFW would be fine if it's okay with you~

I am absolutely delighted that both of you requested something spicy for this prompt with my favorite boy. And thank you soooo much for saying such kind things! Asks like this really make my day ♡♡♡ Aaaand here is...a scenario I’ve been wanting to write for ages—so thank you for giving me a good reason to finally write it!

wanna love you in the daylight

Saeyoung X Reader, E (smut warning!), Words: 2313

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Summer—and the sound of the wind whistling through the rolled down windows weaves itself into the music that’s playing at full volume over the radio; and he’s driving fast, like always, the late afternoon sun lighting up his hair a million shades of red and gold and amber. You lean back in the warm leather seat, using one hand to hold your windswept hair off your face. The winding road is long and empty—there’s no one out here but the two of you, and the endless fields of fragrant lavender, and the summer sun. He has one hand on the wheel and the other draped lazily across your thigh, like he left it there by mistake. 

You’re not headed anywhere in particular.

You are the one who got him out here in the first place: tugging him behind you, a finger looped through the belt loop of his jeans, shaking your head as he protested that he was in the middle of—he just needed to—

He is always in the middle of something, and usually that something is an excuse to stay inside his big, air-conditioned home with its bright colors and empty rooms. But the air outside today feels like swinging on a swing set and running barefoot through the grass; but you want to see the late summer sunset reflected in his sparkling eyes.

So you are driving to nowhere, fast enough that your heart races—and he is content like this: calm and collected in a way he never seems inside the home that he claims is his sanctuary. He feels safest cooped up in his house—but he feels happiest out here, where he can feel the car’s engine like a mechanical heartbeat and he can make perfect turns at top speed on the curvy road and grin when you scold him for it.

You don’t scold him too much. Because you trust him—because he looks like he thinks he’s flying when he drives this way, and you wouldn’t take that away from him.

“Look at the road,” you tell him now. It’s extending ahead in a straight line—up and over a hill—and he has turned his sunlit head to gaze at you.

“Can’t,” he says. He smiles your favorite half-smile, tilting his head, intense eyes somehow taking in all of you at once. You shiver, because he is looking at you with all the heat of the sun that’s beating down on your bare shoulders.

“Saeyoung.” You try on a stern voice and he laughs softly, the very tip of his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. Oh, what you would give to be inside his mind for just one single, shimmering second.

“I’ll be good,” he purrs—and he does turn back to the road, with a dramatic toss of his head, as if to show you how serious he is about it. A new song comes on the radio: a softer one, with a beat that matches the sound of the tires on the road and the fingers of the wind in your hair. Just as you are thinking this—and although he is looking ahead now, accelerating over the little hill—his hand begins to creep ever-so-slowly up your thigh.

You shiver again, nibbling your bottom lip. He seems to be radiating energy—his rough, calloused fingers skim under the seam of your skirt, tap tap tapping their way across your leg. They tickle your skin, and you feel squirmy—they dip inward, curving around your thigh, and you’re startled by the desire that pools suddenly—hot and insistent—in the pit of your stomach.

You crest the hill, and he eases up on the gas, letting the car coast downward. He grins coyly; his eyes glitter with concentration.

“This is dangerous,” you tell him—and you know he hears the raspy longing in your voice, because he smiles bigger.

“I’m looking at the road,” he says, his tone honey-sweet. “Just like you told me to.”

Ah—his fingers find your underwear, which is soft and silky smooth. He knows as soon as he feels it that it’s one of his favorites, and he laughs triumphantly. You hear him through a sort of haze: his index flinger flicks against you insistently now, and there are bright sparks edging in around your line of sight.

“Did you pick these out by accident?” he sings. He is too happy with himself, you think—almost drunkenly—reaching clumsily for the door’s leather handle so you can squeeze it. Your toes curl in your shoes. His finger moves quicker—softer.

“‘Course not,” you pant, hating (loving) how easily he has left you helpless. And it wasn’t that you were scheming, dragging him out of the house so he would touch you under the hot summer sun—but it wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about it, either.

How could you not, when he looks this good in the sunlight, and the air smells like the sound of ice cubes clinking in a tall glass, and the hum of the car makes your skin shiver?

He accelerates.

You whimper, and the sound mingles with the song that’s playing over the radio and the wind whips you hair around and he makes perfect little circles with his fingertip, eyes on the road, grinning because he loves the way you sound when you’re falling apart.

“Saeyoung,” you gasp.

He swings the car around a sudden bend in the road and you know he feels the way your thighs shake because he is going faster, faster—and there are sparkles everywhere, white glitter and blurry lavender and the rumbling of the engine and the specks of gold dancing off his hair as he drives straight into the sun.

He takes his eyes off the road again.

And it is this—the heat in his gaze and the feeling of his fingers against the smooth fabric of your underwear and the way the sunlight strikes his shoulders—that does it.

You can see nothing but glittering gold and blinding light; you know you’re crying out but you can’t quite hear it; and your body feels weightless, like paper—like his finger alone is tying you to the leather seat, and otherwise you would float off into the cloudless sky.

And then sensations return—your toes, curled tightly in your shoes, and your fingers, tense as they clutch the door handle.

You say his name again. His face swims back into view: golden and delightful and—and—

There is something new there, too. His eyes have darkened, and he looks like he’s lost. His hand trembles.

“You are—that was—” His voice is low, and it sends another little spark through through your weightless body. There is a hunger, and a desperation, in the way he watches you now; he looks like he is about a minute from falling apart himself.

“Saeyoung,” you say—louder and firmer than you’d intended. He jumps, like you’ve taken him by surprise. “Pull over.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

With one hand still on your leg—he’s gripping it now, his fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise—he veers off the road, slowing to a near-perfect stop on the grassy shoulder. The car does jolt the tiniest bit—unusual for him—and he lifts his arm from your leg to throw it in front of you, as if he’s going to single-handedly protect you from inertia.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Didn’t mean to—”

“Get out of the car,” you tell him. His eyes flash. You are already undoing your seatbelt, stumbling ungracefully from the car onto the flattened grass around it. But he is quicker than you are—and by the time you’ve shut the door behind you, he is in front of you.

“That was fast,” you say, giggling. Your head still feels hazy, your thoughts swimming lazily through a pool of pleasure.

“God,” he hisses. His hands fall to your waist, and you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing into your hips as he walks you back into the car door. “I really—I want—”

You throw your arms around his neck, and he understands. He lifts you easily, both hands gripping your thighs—and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you around the front of the car. He peppers desperate kisses over your neck, across your shoulder; with one hand, he touches the hood of the car—and he winces.

“It’s too hot,” he mutters, his teeth sharp against your skin.

“Don’t care,” you say. 

He lowers you slowly, cautiously—and it is hot, but not overwhelmingly so. You pull him closer with your legs around his waist and he groans.

“Come here,” you say. The look in his eyes is irresistible—the sounds he is making as you buck your hips up, grinding against him, are intoxicating. You unbutton his pants with one hand, tugging down the zipper.

“Impressive,” he croons.

He slips a hand up your skirt again—his other hand bracing you, holding you in place—and tugs your underwear off in one swift motion. You notice that he sets them carefully beside you; they are one of his favorite pairs, after all.

The sun is just behind him, nearly blinding, and its flames seem to dance in his golden eyes. His fingertip flutters over you again—slips inside you, curling delicately.

“I wanna…” he mumbles, gazing down at you, spread out before him on the hood of his sleek little car. You moan and his hips twitch.

“God,” you say. “Please do.”

He grins, and his smile is as bright as the sun that’s just starting to set over his shoulder. He closes the tiny bit of distance—pulling his jeans and his boxers low on his hips, shivering a little as he feels the heat that’s radiating from the car on his exposed skin.

“Are you sure it’s not too—” he mutters: nervous, now, like you haven’t seen him in a while.

And you’ve said his name all sorts of ways today: as a reprimand; as an exclamation of ecstasy—but now, when you say it, it is a plea.

“Saeyoung.”

He obeys. He always does.

He shifts closer, a mysterious sort of delight dancing in his eyes. He steadies you.

“You—” he says. “You are…”

He thrusts into you, and you never hear the next word, if there is one at all—the blinding sparks are back, bursting in your peripheral vision, and you feel him against you, inside you—his hips tremble, and his hand on your waist is firm. You grab fistfulls of his t-shirt, wanting it off, lacking the mental capacity to get it over his head—and he thrusts into you again (harder, rougher), groaning as you toss your head back and grasp at his skin with needy fingers.

He finds a rhythm: and he is looking at you, still looking at you, fire in his eyes; lips parted, breath coming hard and fast. He is trying to keep it together, you think—and the car is warm beneath you, and the sun is hot on your shoulders, and his skin is tingly, sparking, full of fireworks.

You angle your hips upward, your eyelids fluttering shut, your legs feeling like they are suspended in some thick liquid. You need him, need him…

And he lowers his head to your shoulder—moving faster now, harder—and you wish he would absolutely consume you. You squeeze tighter around him and he understands.

He rocks you back into the hood of the car—and it’s too hot, not hot enough, just right—and the wind blows your hair into your face but you can’t quite feel it, and your toes are numb, and your heart is in his hands, in the air, in the steadily cooling engine and the smoke between you and the flames that dance over his skin.

You say his name again.

And he is shaking—rocking into you faster, faster—his hand on your hip trembling as he groans, biting down on your shoulder.

Losing himself entirely.

Losing.

Lost.

Gone.

The sun begins to set. Slowly, slowly—he stills. Starts to breathe.

And he presses his lips to your shoulder more gently now; he lifts his head. Mindlessly, you tangle a hand in his hair and pull him close. His lips taste like your sunscreen and you can feel the rhythm of his heart in your bones.

“Can’t believe,” he whispers, turning his head to nibble the side of your ear. “Can’t believe we’ve never done it on one of the cars before.”

You laugh; you feel giddy. He pulls away carefully, staring into your face as he tugs his jeans back over his hips.

“You’re always so focused on driving,” you say. He shakes his head, and his hair falls beautifully into his eyes. He leans against the hood of the car, beside you, and you take his hand.

“Not true,” he says.

There are magnificent colors in the sky now—lavender like the flowers all around you, pink and orange and gold.

“You like driving,” you tell him. He laughs, and the sound is radiant—like the way the air tastes.

“Yeah, I like driving,” he says. You turn and find he’s looking at you again—and all the colors of the setting sun are reflected back at you in his magnificent eyes. “But I’m focused on something else.”

He smiles a smile of sunsets and the purr of the engine and the balmy air on your shoulders.

You don’t have to ask him what he means. You, say his fire-colored eyes; and you, says his steady hand in yours. Focused on you.

Every second; every minute; every single day.

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