#you won't be able to make me feel worse than i already do i promise!

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB Kings meeting their Obey Me! counterparts

A/N: I try to not pit/compare these two games against each other, but as someone who was into Obey Me! (and still is) and found out about WHB thanks to it, i need to get this out of my system.

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The scenario is that OM!Solomon messed up some spell and made Obey Me! and What in Hell is bad? universes interconnect and our demon kings get to meet their other version. (I only included those kings that we've already met in WHB - when we get Belphie and Asmo, I might make part 2)

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Lucifer

Their meeting is the calmest and most civilised out of all of them.

They don't really talk outside of formal greeting and some polite small talk

Oh, but on the inside? OM!Lucifer is internally appalled by the amount of skin that's WHB!Lucifer showing

WHB!Lucifer is really wondering who this Diavolo guy is, since OM!Lucifer managed to mention him in their little small talk about ten times

OM!Lucifer excuses himself after some time to go make sure his brothers don't do anything stupid while meeting their counterpart

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Mammon

Oh

Oh no

This can go in two ways: OM!Mammon's ego gets absolutely crushed (there seems to be a pattern with WHB!Mammon) and just doesn't talk at all, just moping around while trying to look intimidating or he tries to get some treasures off WHB!Mammon since they're technically the same guy and he can definitely trust that he won't sell it to repay his debts

In the second case OM!Lucifer storms in and stops any of his attempts

That entertains WHB!Mammon though, and so he does give OM!Mammon some worthless (read: expensive, but not that rare) treasures

That lights up OM!Mammon's eyes and he doesn't shut up about it for the next century

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Leviathan

Well this goes even worse than the Mammons meeting

OM!Leviathan tries to keep his composure, but fails

The envy is strong in this one and some Lovecraftian horrors might get summoned

OM!Leviathan now has more reasons to put himself down, good luck OM!MC with this one

WHB!Leviathan has a hard time believing that that's him from different universe. What went wrong?

But it does make him feel better. He was worried that this other Leviathan would look better than him and beat him at one of the things he's best at

If OM!Lucifer manages to calm OM!Leviathan, they might be able to bond over their use of bathtubs, but no promises

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Beelzebub

WHB!Beelzebub expected a lot, but not this

He's not horny? He just loves to eat food so much he even eats inedible objects like pillars of buildings?

Though, he does now wonder how that tastes

OM!Beelzebub tries to not judge WHB!Beelzebub just based on looks, but can't help himself to see how thin he is. Does he even eat at all?

Also, what are those gemstones and how would they taste?

The huge word 'FEED' on WHB!Beelzebub's coat reminds him that he hasn't eaten in a while

The moment WHB!Beelzebub mentions about his hobby in cooking, OM!Beelzebub is on board and on the way to the nearest kitchen

Interestingly enough, the aphrodisiac effects don't seem to be working on OM!Beelzebub, so he just enjoys the meal, but secretly wishes it was Barbatos' cooking instead

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Satan

'What do you mean Lucifer is your father?'

These two have hard time accepting that they're technically the same demon.

WHB!Satan is disappointed. He expected someone more scary than horned chicken impersonator. What's that boa about? How do you fight angels in that?

OM!Satan tries to stay calm and not loose his temper when WHB!Satan teases his about his clothing. Somehow he manages.

WHB!Satan is surprisingly more talkative than with most demons. They're the same demon after all and therefore they face the same difficulties, no?

OM!Satan is glad to hear that his other self is favored by his people. The pain kink though? He could do without knowing that, really.

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A bonus! ^^

Barbatos

OM!Barbatos is trying to stay as calm and professional as possible, but can't help but wonder what on earth is that noose for

When he finds out it's to show loyalty for his master, he gets calmer

When he finds out that it does actually gets used for hanging, he's back to slight panic mode

WHB!Barbatos doesn't like OM!Barbatos from the beginning. How does one absorb sunlight in so much clothes? No wonder he's so pale and seemingly tired all the time.

All these gloomy colors make him sad. It's almost like this other Barbatos sucked all the color out of the room.

OM!Barbatos is appaled to find out about WHB!Barbatos' interests, but feels intrigued. If the sun ever came up in Devildom, he would try sunbathing, albeit more modestly dressed.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #obey me #obey me shall we date #whb lucifer #obey me lucifer #whb mammon #obey me mammon #whb leviathan #obey me leviathan #whb beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #whb satan #obey me satan #whb barbatos #obey me barbatos

[wriothesleybear]

How do you think wriothesley would react if the reader has hidden his newborn from him after they broke up for a few months. Like hidden pregnancy trope

(BTW I LOVE UR FICS IT MAKES ME FEEL GIDDY AFTER A LONG DAY OF SCHOOLWORKS)

Even tho I'm not much for angst I really like this idea👀 this of course will have a happy ending because I don't need to be anymore depressed than I already am lmao. It makes me happy knowing that people enjoy my fics. It makes me giddy🥹❤️

~warnings: slight angst with somewhat happy ending.

Let's say you two had been together for a couple of years and it was good at the beginning but recently his job had been taking all of his attention. He barely came home, and when he did you two usually spent it arguing about his work and your relationship. One day you couldn't take it anymore and told him you thought it was best for both of you to go your separate ways. It was a mutual understanding and you both still cared for each other but you both agreed that you shouldn't be together anymore.

You found out you were pregnant a month after breaking up. It was a bit of a shock at first, worries that you wouldn't be able to take care of the child alone. You debated whether to tell Wriothesley and after a lot of thinking you decided that it was best to not tell him because he would be too caught up in his work to even be able to take care of the child. You felt a little bit of guilt but remembered you were doing what you thought was best for your child.

Skipping to 3 months after giving birth to your beautiful daughter. One day, you're out with your daughter, shopping for weekly groceries and that's when you run into Wriothesley in town. It's awkward. When he finds out, he is completely heartbroken and hurt. He always wanted a family with you and he told you before in the past so it really hurts him that you kept it hidden from him. When you tell him the reason why, he feels worse because of how you think about him. If you told him, he would have dropped everything and been there for you and your child. His child. He would be mature about it and ask you to let him be apart of you and your daughter's life. He promises that he will be there for you this time and it won't be like it was last time. You're hesitant at first but can tell he's sincere about it.

And he keeps his promise and is there for you and your child. Of course you have to teach him some things on how to take care of her but he's a quick learner and willing to learn. When either you or your child needs him, he does drop everything (assigns someone else to temporarily do his work) and he is right by your side, there to help you. Your thoughts on how he would be as a father have changed and you slightly regret not telling him sooner, but all that matters is that he's here now.

~a/n: Even tho I'm not one for angst, I have this idea for a short little fic where it's similar to this ask. Reader gets pregnant, they break up, and she never tells him, but in this one, the child is like 3-4 years old. One day, Wriothesley runs into reader and their child in town and he can tell it's his kid because they have some of his features. Reader confirms that he is the father of her child. Slowly reader allows him to be apart of their child's life and they begin to fall in love with each other again especially by seeing how great of a dad he is. Even tho I somewhat wrote about that here, I wouldn't mind writing headcanons or a small fic that goes more into detail about it. Hope this fulfills your request anon. Enjoy!❤️

#wriothesley #wriothesley headcanons #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley angst

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟮.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘞: 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘛𝘏𝘠 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

days passed one after another, it seems simon was really scared after your last attempt at intimacy, it was even kind of comedic, a man who could break skulls and wash himself with the blood of his enemies was scared when his beloved girl got a small scratch on her lip while she was trying to blow him, wasn’t it charming?

it would have been so if he had not completely cut himself off from you, no, he did not stop touching you completely, on the contrary, he brought you to crushing pleasure with both his wide fingers and his deft tongue, looking into your tearful eyes through his light eyelashes, watching as your mouth opened slightly in the shape of the o, and your face was replaced by a new emotion each time, until you threw your head back, arching your spine with a quiet mewl, as soon as his tongue touched your pulsating bud, sucking it into his warm and wet mouth, full of saliva, as if he had been starving himself all day before touching you ‹𝟹

but that's not fair! you also wanted to do make him feel good, and even all sweet nothings in your blushing ears like — «your mere presence is enough to make me feel good, love» or — «the way your tender walls squeeze my fingers is already the fuckin' best thing i could have dreamed of» wasn't enough! you really want to learn, to do even better, but you know better than to argue with simon, and even your innocent teasing, such as licking his fingers, biting them, or biting his earlobe, making him growl and squeeze your waist until there are reddish marks on skin, none of this works, he knows how to hold back, and so he just ruffles your hair like an adorable pet, allowing you to continue, knowing that if he says no, it means no.

but it gets even worse when he says that he needs to go on a mission, yes, it is not as long as usual, but this does not change the fact that you will be left completely alone for a decent amount of time, and even none of his soft kisses and consolations do not cancel your disappointment, it’s not simon’s fault, of course not, and you never think so! you'll just be so bored and so lonely((

well, or you thought that you would, until you found yourself an innocent little hobby ‹𝟹 he will be away for so long, tired and miss you, so why not please him by sending him photos about how your day is going?

even if in the end, somehow magically, all your days consist of lying on your shared bed in a charming set of underwear with your cute fingers stuffed deep into your wet hole, chants of his name every now and then escape from your lips in the videos that you record for him almost daily, making him practically cum right in his pants, looking at the screen morning and night with wide pupils, grumbling and trying to tell you off with his promises that only push you to continue — «such a fucking tease you are, lovie, wait for me to come back and you won't be able to stand properly, gonna fuck you finally, what do you think, hm? dreaming, begging for it, aren't ya?»

and this promise alone is enough to send a shock of shivers down your spine, a quiet whine intuitively escapes from your throat when you look at this message and chew your lower lip, fidgeting with your teeth against it and typing the answer with almost trembling fingers, impatiently fidgeting on the sheets — «please, si, wouldn't want anything else, can't wait to you to get back home, feeling so empty already..»

every word pushes him into the abyss even more, he wanted to spend more time, he really did, but every vulgar message you send, a video with your precious naked areas of skin and how needy you act make him not care at all, he definitely will fulfill your every wish as soon as he returns home, anything for his sweet girl, just wait ‹𝟹

he returned home after about two weeks, about half a month at most, and he is finally in a familiar environment where he is immediately greeted by a light aroma of freshness and notes of your scent, but you are not on the sofa or in the kitchen, forcing him to habitually to worry, because even from the bathroom there is no sound — until he passes by your bedroom, catching the quiet purrs of his name from there, his hand shamelessly squeezes the door handle and opens it, revealing a charming scene in front of him.

your body arches against the sheets as you bury your face in the pillow, incoherently mewling his name like a prayer as your fingers move in and out of your wet, loose hole, you didn’t know that he would return today, and you missed him so much, you wanted to feel him so close that in the end you ended up in this position, your panties are somewhere on the edge of the bed, falling to the floor, there is nothing on your body except his t shirt, and your eyes become wet with tears of disappointment because your own fingers are not enough for you, when the sound of his voice makes you shudder sharply and squeeze around your digits — «what a beautiful scene, hm? are ya greeting me like this, darling?»

you whine something, looking at him over your shoulder through the damp veil and stupidly tilting your head like a lost kitten, whispering softly — «s-si? you're back?..» realization comes gradually, this is simon, you smell him and, albeit imprecisely, you see his figure in the doorway, so you move to remove your fingers from your pussy, wagging your hips and your ass that currently raised into the air when his commanding voice calls you, making you shudder and obediently freeze — «tsk, no.. no lovie, keep those fingers in and then i'm gonna replace them with mine»

your head moves on a subconscious level and you nod like a dummy, freezing in place even despite the slight numbness in your legs when he steps closer with measured and silent steps, crossing the path from the now closed door to the bed, allowing the mattress to sag under the weight of his knee as he settles down behind you, tracing your plush ass with his hand, pulling off his balaclava and throwing it away, a straight line of teeth clinging to the fabric of his gloves to expose his fingers and allow you to feel the warmth of his skin, as well as the beloved roughness of his fingertips.

— «waited for me so obediently, teasin' me, stuffing your poor cunt with your fingers while she begged for more, ye? don't worry, i'm here now» a rough, slightly hoarse voice teased, his eyes darkening even more with primal hunger as he watches your seductively arched body, wanting nothing more than to completely take possession of you, to take care of you.

simon settles on his knees behind you, his strong hands taking control as he guides your fingers deeper into your throbbing slick hole with one hand, pushing you over the edge, his touch intentional and guiding, allowing you to finally feel your stomach heat and twist with that lovely feeling.

his other hand quickly undoes the belt on his pants and his fly, casually and with a slap he pulls down the elastic of his boxers, freeing his swollen, throbbing cock which jumps forward, stands at attention and begs for release, pearls of precum slowly forming at the tip as he smears them along his impressive length.

soon his fingers smoothly take the place of yours, so much so that you don’t even notice when he thrusts into your wetness with decisive speed, plunging into your absolutely relaxed hole, he feels your walls squeezing his thick digits, and your moans of pleasure only increase his own arousal.

his free hand wraps around his aching shaft, stroking it firmly, causing milky drops of precum to gather at the tip even more actively, the pulsating sensation only intensifies, prompting him to seek release in the depths of your needy cunt, he just needs to play with you longer, make sure you are ready.

his breathing becomes heavier, his movements become more insistent, he can't help but imagine how he will stretch you, the thought makes his cock throb and ache with a raw, instinctive desire to finally feel you around him, making his thoughts melt and tongue take the leading position — «jus' a little bit, ffuuck, longer baby, gonna make you cum on those fingers your cunny loves so much»

his words alone are enough to make you squeeze him with a sucking tightness and tremble, simon's chuckle resounds in his chest and throughout the room when he sees your dumbfounded expression on your face, your moans of pleasure echo throughout the room after the long awaited orgasm, and he removes his fingers from your throbbing cunt, and the flow of your juices follows suit.

his teasing nature takes over as he runs his fingers over your sensitive bud, causing you to shiver, before, with deliberate slowness, he slides his swollen, sticky cock between the soft globes of your ass, the tip, bright red and slick with precum, pressing against yours puckered entrance, teasing and taunting, causing you babble confusedly — «pleaseplease, hhmnh, sisi, need you inside»

he savors this moment, taking his time to build anticipation, he unabashedly enjoys the power he holds over your trembling body, his own need barely contained as he holds both you and himself back, his senses on fire.

simon's actions are quick and decisive as he suddenly flips you onto your back and your body slides lower, positioning you perfectly for what's about to happen, giving him a view of your flushed face.

his deep, bottomless eyes meet your drunken expression as a small smirk appears on his lips, your legs spread wide, inviting him into your depths, and he obeys, feeling a rush of possessiveness, holding one of your legs under his knee, spreading it for his own review.

with deliberate slowness, he begins to slide his throbbing cock into your tight, virgin cunt, sharp new sensations overwhelm you, forcing you to close your eyes and instinctively hug his neck, seeking comfort and connection, hiding in his fragrant skin and calming down a little, especially thanks to the loosenes and the wetness of your pussy from early.

simon openly enjoys the tightness of your untouched walls, feeling pure pleasure as he finally slowly slides into you, taking his time, allowing you to adjust to his size, feeling every inch of your warmth gradually envelop his length, tight and pleasantly wet.

his cock continues its leisurely pace, plunging deeper into your depths, his every movement is calculated and controlled, therefore, having reached the deepest point of his penetration, he freezes, giving you the opportunity to adapt to the fullness and intensity of his presence between your walls.

his hand leaves your leg and slides to your face, gently touching your cheek, he nuzzles your cheek, his stubble brushing your skin, seeking connection beyond the physical, caring for your condition and purring huskily when you whine, fidgeting slightly — «i know, got you all dumb on my cock, but i need you to tell me if it's okay, love»

brown eyes search your face, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain, he wants to make sure that you are enjoying this experience as much as he does and that he is not pushing you beyond your limits, the heart in your chest swells and melts at his tenderness, so you struggle with the weight of your tongue in your mouth and whisper — «g-good si, feeling good, move, please move, mm» while his body is pressed against yours and his fingertips continue their gentle ministrations on your twitching bud, relaxing you.

simon registers your soothing words, knowing you're ready for him to continue, and when you recoil from his neck, letting your head fall onto the sheets, he takes the lead and his body instinctively begins to move inside yours.

your moans of pleasure slowly fill the air as you arch beneath him, the feeling of his teeth and lips on your neck adding to the intensity as he marks you with bites and kisses, leaving his imprint on your skin, slowly thrusting in and out of your tightness.

with a movement of his hand he moves it back under your knee, leaving your quivering bud, spreading your leg wider, giving him more access to your tight, drooling sex, his movements gradually becoming more purposeful, each thrust and rock of his hips calculated to please both of you, slapping gently with his skin against yours.

the thrusts become more intense, his muscular thighs slapping your ass with each more powerful movement, he lifts your leg even higher, giving him deeper access, causing you to squirm and claw at his arm in response to the sudden fullness, suddenly sighing and gasping, eyes rolling — «ah! mm! gonna — gonna cum like that, s-simon»

he hears you, but doesn't stop, his cock sliding deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix with every hard thrust, and the sensation alone sends waves of pure pleasure through your body, causing your mouth to open and close in silent ecstasy.

your eyes, slightly closed with desire, meet his dark gaze as he leans down to kiss your eyelids, gently touching your cheek with his lips, whispering words of encouragement, putting your pleasure above his own, saying through quiet growls — «good job, mgrh, go on, don't need to wait, yeah? cum f'me»

a couple more increasingly insistent thrusts become the final ones, bringing you to the edge as he continues to fuck you to orgasm, your inner walls clenching and sucking on his cock, feeling each vein and clamping around him in a wave of pleasure, soft mewls filling the room, echoing his satisfied grunts.

he kisses you passionately, his lips trailing down your face and neck, leaving marks and bites in their wake, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your shoulder only intensifies your pleasure, making you twitch and squirm across the sheets.

at the height of the moment he reaches his climax, his body tenses, muscles and abs flex and he releases his warm, pulsating cum deep into your slick pussy, his liquid warmth sending another shiver of pleasure coursing through your slightly exhausted body.

you cling to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, seeking comfort and closeness after the first thrilling experience, and it makes him chuckle softly as he nuzzles your warm cheek, stroking your leg — «that's it, did soo good, now it's time to rest, mm?» you respond with something incoherent, nodding, although in the end you only bump into his shoulder as your consciousness slowly falls into sleep, and the last thing you feel is a warm towel and gentle strokes on your skin as he wipes you down, stroking you tenderly on the head ‹𝟹

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[canirove]

Mason Mount Imagine | seven

Author's note: I hadn't written an imagine in ages, but yesterday after seeing these gifs of Mason at that charity event the other day I got inspired, and here we are 😁 Hopefully this will give me the last push I need to finish my next story, who also happens to be about Mason 👀 As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Your dad works at a chairty auction and has asked you to be his plus one. You expect to bore yourself to death, but a cute guy with a dimple has other plans 👀 (Female reader/pov)

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“Dad, do I really have to go?”

“Yes, honey. You must.”

“But it is going to be so boring…” I complain. “What am I going to do at an auction full of old people?”

“Thank you for the compliment” he chuckles. “But you will be supporting your father after months of hard work. And there will be young people too.”

“Sure” I snort.

“There will be. Now c'mon, I can't be late.”

“But…”

“Chop, chop, honey.”

“Ok, fine” I sigh. “Just promise me you won't call me honey in front of everyone.”

“I won't” he smiles, opening the door of our house. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you, dad. But I feel like I may rip this dress any moment now” I say as I walk past him, crossing all my fingers so it actually doesn't happen, and I end up making a fool of myself in front of all his work colleagues and some of the richest people in the city. 

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“Ok, this is your seat, hon… Your seat” my dad smiles after I give him a murderous look. 

“Aren't you sitting down with me?”

“I still have to take care of a bunch of things.”

“Are you leaving me alone? And surrounded by strangers?”

“You'll be fine, honey” he chuckles. “I promise I'll come and have a drink with you. Now try to have some fun.”

“But dad…” I start, not being able to finish my complaint since he is already gone. "Great" I sigh.

“So, do you come here often?” someone says, taking the empty seat next to mine.

“I beg your pardon?” I say, turning around to face the owner of that voice. 

“That was bad, wasn't it?” he laughs.

“Worse” I say, my eyes fixed on him. On the cutest guy I have ever laid eyes on. 

He is wearing a classic black suit with a black tie, nothing too shocking. But paired with the smile on his face and the dimple on his left cheek… wow. Simply wow.

“What are you doing at an event like this, tho?” he asks me. “I wasn't expecting to meet anyone younger than 50” he chuckles, his dimple showing once again. Is it possible to fall in love with something like that? Because I think I just have.

“My dad convinced to come as his plus one and support him tonight.”

“Is he part of the auction?” 

“He is the guy running around like a headless chicken to make sure everything is ok” I laugh, looking at him when he suddenly shows up running up and down the stage.

“Martin?”

“Yep, that's him. Do you know him?”

“I do. He is a really nice guy.”

“I may be a bit biased here… But he is, yes” I smile. “He has put so much work and sleepless nights into today's auction… Like, I don't know how many coffees I made for him while he tried to convince this football player to be part of it.”

“A football player?”

“Yeah, a super famous one, I can't remember his name. He kept telling my dad that he was super busy with other commitments” I snort. “What commitments could have a guy who makes a living from kicking a ball? Spending lots of money in ugly clothes just because they have a certain logo, and buying huge cars?”

“Don't forget about the ugly haircuts and tattoos” he chuckles.

“That too.”

“Aren't you into football, then?”

“Nah, not my thing. What about you?” I ask him, finally daring to look him in the eyes. Which is a big mistake, because even in the kind of dark light of the room, I can see that he has the most beautiful brown eyes ever. Eyes that are currently giving me a mischievous look I can't understand. 

“Not my thing either. Footballers are a bunch of twats” he says, making me laugh. “Anyway... I know we just met, but I'm gonna need your help with something.”

“Mine?”

“Yours” he says with a smile that matches the look on his eyes. “I'm about to be auctioned.”

“You what?”

“It sounds bad if you say it like that, but people are basically going to bid money to have a personal experience with me.”

“That isn't making it sound any better.”

“Oh, you dirty mind” he smirks, making my cheeks start to burn. Thank God he can't notice with the low light. Or can he? “But some people here may be expecting that kind of experience. Earlier I overheard a couple of women talking about me and looking at me in a way that… Well. You can imagine.”

“I don't blame them, tho” I say, speaking before thinking.

“Thank you” he smiles, that dimple I'm definitely in love with showing in all its glory. “So, what I need you to do, is to win my auction.”

“What? With which money?”

“Mine.”

“What?” I say again. “Is that allowed?”

“I don't think so. But since it is for charity, I think your dad can look the other way and allow it. What do you say? Will you win this for me? I promise you you will have the best date ever.”

“A date?” I say, almost choking with my own words.

“Unless you have a partner and I'm making things weird.”

“No, no. There is no one” I quickly say, my cheeks burning once again, and especially when I notice how I've made him smile.

“Great” he says. “It'll be very easy. They will say a number and you…”

“I know how an auction works.”

“Yes, of course. Of course you do” he apologizes. “Will you do it, then? Pretty please?” he pouts, making me focus on his lips. Lips that look so kissable and so…

“Fine, I will” I sigh, giving up and focusing on a different part of his face. But even his hair looks attractive.

“Thank you” he smiles once again, kissing my cheek. “And that's my cue, I have to go. Don't worry about the amount of money, ok? I can pay whatever they offer.”

“Ok” I nod, my brain still thinking about the feeling of his lips on my cheek, on how my skin tingles.

“And you have number 19 on your bidding paddle, that's my lucky one. Everything will work out, you'll see.”

“Yes” I nod again. 

“See you in a bit” he winks before leaving our table and me trying to understand everything I'm feeling and that just happened.

“And now for our next bidding… Mr. Mason Mount, Manchester United player and football star!” a voice announces from the stage.

“What?” I say, snapping out of whatever is going on with me and focusing on the guy walking up the stage. “No way” I gasp.

It's him. The cute boy with the dimple who just convinced me to bid for him and win this auction… It's Mason freaking Mount. The football player my dad spent hours trying to convince to attend tonight. The one I basically called a twat to his face.

“Remember that the winner will get to enjoy a personal experience with Mr. Mount. Not that type of experience...” the auctioneer chuckles as some women start giggling. “Are we ready? We'll begin with £1,000.”

The moment he says that number, a bunch of bidding paddles are raised. 

“Ok, what about £2,000? Does anyone offer £2,000?”

More paddles around me. People definitely are eager to spend some time with him, with Mason. And once again, I don't blame them.

I've spent five minutes with him, and you could say they have been some of the best five minutes of my life. And not because of how handsome and cute he is or because I'm in love with his dimple. There is something about him, about the way he talks, looks and listens to you, that makes you feel… I don't know. Comfortable.

“What about… £5,000!”

Still the same amount of paddles. No one is giving up. And it keeps being like that as the number keeps going up and up until it makes it to…

“£50,000! Does anyone offer £50,000?” 

People start whispering among themselves, trying to decide if they should make an offer or not. And then, a blonde woman raises her bidding paddle. 

“We have an offer! Anyone else?” the auctioneer says.

That woman is going to win, and Mason doesn't seem to be too happy about it. The look he is giving me from the stage is saying it all, and also reminding me that I should be bidding for him too.

“And we have another offer!” the auctioneer says when I raise my paddle, Mason smiling from ear to ear while my dad looks at me as if I've grown another head.

“What the hell?” he mouths.

“Trust me” I say back.

“Ok, what about £51,000? Does anyone offer £51,000? Ladies?”

Once again, I can feel Mason's eyes fixed on me.

“And we have £51,000 from the lady in the back!” the auctioneer announces when I raise my paddle, everyone in the room looking my way. “£51,000 at one… £51,000 at two… £51,000 at three! We have a winner!” he says, hitting his little hammer so loud that I can feel it in my bones, Mason pointing in my direction with a smile that could make anyone's knees feel like jelly. Dear God, what did I just do? 

“Honey, what did you just do? Are you drunk?” my dad says, suddenly showing up next to me.

“I can explain everything, I swear.”

“Miss, could you please join us on stage?” the auctioneer says.

“You better. Now let's go, they are waiting for you.”

“But dad, wait. I can't. I can't go in there.”

“You won the auction, honey. You must go up there” he says, helping me get up.

“Dad, I can't. I…” And then, I hear it. The back of my dress ripping. “Dad!” But he isn't listening, already dragging me to the stage where Mason is waiting.

“Please let's give a round of applause for this young lady!” the auctioneer says.

“Thank you for… Hey, are you ok?” Mason says as he takes my hand and helps me up the stage.

“I'm pretty sure I just ripped the back of my dress” I say while everyone claps.

“Oh, shit” he says, looking at my back. “I'll help you, don't worry.”

“Do you have magical fingers?” I say with a nervous laugh. “Like fingers that can sew” I quickly add after seeing the smirk on his face.

“I do have magical fingers, and among other things, they can do this” Mason says, putting his hand on my back to make sure the dress doesn't open, the feeling making me gasp. 

“Thank you very much for your generosity, Miss” the auctioneer says, unaware of everything that is going on. “We hope you enjoy your time with Mr. Mount.”

“Thank you” I manage to say, my brain only being able to focus on Mason's hand on my back, on one of his fingers touching my skin. I'm pretty sure he can feel it burning.

“Now, onto our next bid!” he announces as we leave the stage, my dad already waiting for us. 

“What have you done, honey? £51,000! We don't have that money!”

“But I do, Martin. I asked her to bid for me” Mason explains. “Here, put this on” he says, taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. “This should help cover the back of your dress.”

“Thank you” I mutter, missing the feeling of his hand and especially that one finger on my back. Though it doesn't last long. He is so close to me while helping me with his jacket, that I can smell his perfume all around me, and it smells so good… 

“What do you mean you asked her to bid for you?” my dad asks, completely ignoring that I may be melting.

“I didn't want one of those women to win. I don't trust them, to be honest” he chuckles. “And this is for charity, isn't it? It should not matter if the money comes from me or them.”

“I guess, yes. But…”

“Martin? We need you” someone says behind my dad.

“Yes, of course” he tells them. “We'll continue this conversation later” he says, looking first at Mason and then at me. 

“That went well” he chuckles as we watch my dad walk away.

“Did it?”

“It did. They now have £51,000 they will definitely put to good use, I am free from that woman, and you just got yourself a personal experience with Mason Mount” he smiles.

“Hasn't all this been an experience already?”  

“It definitely has, yes” he chuckles. “But the one I'm offering you will be more enjoyable. We could go shopping for ugly and very expensive clothes” he says with a teasing smile.

“I could actually do with a new dress seeing that this one… Well. It has seen better days.” 

“You look beautiful, tho.”

“Thank you” I mutter, looking down and starting to play with one of the buttons on his jacket to hide that my face is about to burst into flames. “Sorry about what I said earlier, by the way.”

“About what?”

“About calling you a twat.”

“I called myself a twat, you didn't. And if someone has to apologize, that should be me for not telling you who I really was.”

“I guess...”

“I think this makes it a tie in the apologies department. Don't you agree… honey?”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Ok, ok. Forget that I said that” he laughs. “The look you just gave me is scary as hell.”

“You deserve it. That is my dad's nickname, and no one else can use it. Sometimes not even him.” Like tonight, for example.

“I'm sorry. I truly am” Mason says, getting serious. “I just thought it was really cute.”

“When you are a kid, maybe. But I'm not five anymore.”

“I'm sorry” he says again. “I guess I'll have to think of a good nickname for our date. Something that doesn't sound too childish and that…”

“Wait, wait, wait” I interrupt him. “Our date?”

“Or personal experience, call it what you want” he shrugs.

“Are we actually doing it?”

“Of course we are. You paid for it, didn't you?”

“You paid for it” I correct him.

“Small details” he replies. “But you and I are going on a date, and I promise you it is gonna be an experience you won't forget” Mason says, taking my hand on his and kissing it, the way he is looking at me when he does it, plus the smile on his face (dimple included) and the feeling of his lips on my skin, making me feel things I can't explain.

I'm going out on a date with Mason Mount. The Mason Mount. A freaking football star.

And oh... my God.

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Authors note: I know some of you may now be like, I need a part 2, I need to know what do they do on that date! 😅 But I've run out of ideas, so if you can think of something they could do or where they could go, let me know and I'll try to write something. Though I can't promise anything.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine #masonimagine

[weird-is-life]

hey! For your winter asks, I’d so love to see fluffy ‘spencer and reader staying over in her childhood room for the first time on Christmas eve’? I love your work!! (Or! If you’re not doing christmassy stuff! They’re whisked away on a case and have to make the best of a freezing winter night in some dingy motel room’!

Hii, ty for the request🥰! I chose the second version, Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, pet names, cold weather, (0.7k)

Usually, when you are away on a case, the hotels or the places you stay at are decent, nothing too fancy. There's hot and cold water, bad mattresses and heating or AC. And that's okay, most of the time, you don't even have enough time to sleep to care for anything better.

But this motel is definitely the worst place, you've ever stayed at. You were out in the cold December weather in Alaska the whole day, so you were looking forward so so much to the warmth of yours and Spencer's room.

When you step a foot inside of the room, you realise, you are not getting much warmer tonight. Yes, the heating is on, but it does nothing to warm up the room, the heating being too old and too weak.

And another thing, that makes it even worse is the barely warm water. So the shower you take makes you feel even more cold.

Spencer showers after you and by the time he gets out of there, you are already hidden under the covers, shivering madly.

Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered too much by the cold, maybe it's because he was at the warm precinct to whole day, maybe.

He lifts the covers up to get under them and as he does that the little bit of warm you've managed to create is gone.

You whine as the cold air hits you. Spencer looks confused at you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, perplexed.

"I-I'm so freaking cold," you say and your teeth almost chatter loudly.

Spencer takes one of your hands into his and when he feels, that it's icy-cold, he drags you into his arms. His big hands immediately wrapping around you.

Spencer feels like a heater, so you instantly snuggle close to him.

"You are so cold, like a popsicle," he chuckles as his hands go up and down your arms, trying to warm you up.

"I feel like one," you murmur into his chest and he chuckles again.

"My poor girl, what am I going to do with you, huh?" he asks, he knows you already feel better in his arms, but he doesn't thing it will help totally.

He does have some spare warm clothes, he'll definitely go get you those.

He moves to get up, but you hold on to him very very tightly, "where are you going?" you scowl.

"I just want to get you something more warm to wear and I'll go ask the receptionist, if they have a heater," he tries to get up again, but you don't let him.

"No, don't go, please. I'll freeze to death here," you are maybe being a little bit dramatic, but you are just too cold.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back, I promise. You'll get warmer quickly that way," Spencer tries to reason with you. He doesn't want you to be cold, and because of it uncomfortable.

"I already feel warm enough right now," you say stubbornly, even if you still feel a bit cold.

"Sweetheart....," Spencer sighs. And frowns playfully at you.

"Just 5 more minutes okay? Then I'll maybe let you go," you respond and cheekily put your hands under his shirt.

He yelps at the coldness of your hands on your skin," stop it." Spencer begs you and you only giggle, hands not moving even one inch.

"You are a minx, you know that, right?" Spencer says, not annoyed, he could be, but he loves you too much.

"Sorry?"

"You will be, when I wrap you up in so much warm clothes that you won't be able to move and I'll cuddle you so much, you'll get sick of me," he teases you back, it's all very lovely of course.

"Please do," you reply, suddenly remembering the cold again.

"I will, once the 5 minutes are up, I'm retrieving everything for you, lovely," you don't say anything. You only nod and hum in response and enjoy the warmth radiating from Spencer's body.

You stay like that way longer than the 5 minutes. In fact, you stay like that the whole night. The comfort of being close to Spencer is enough to lull you to sleep, forgetting all about being cold. And Spencer is always able to fall asleep quickly if you are there.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid

[another-lost-mc]

kisses on the battlefield | solomon x reader

cw: sfw. hurt/comfort. descriptions of canon-typical violence. light angst with a happy ending. gn!reader (referred to as mc, they/them pronouns). wc: 1.7k+

“No, I won't go,” Solomon argued with Diavolo, a large map on the table between them. He was already on edge from the looming danger waiting for them all on the horizon; he wasn't convinced you would be safe if he left you now. He looked to Barbatos for support, but the demon's unreadable expression made him feel even worse about this plan.

You were assigned leadership over the group of witches and wizards sent by the Sorcerer’s Society. You shared an apprehensive look with him as you crossed paths outside the tent. You both wanted to linger, to stay and share one more farewell (in addition to the hurried moments you shared earlier that day), but there wasn't anymore time.

Solomon practically threw his hands up in the air and spun on his heel so he could follow you, Diavolo's orders be damned. He knew the human sorcerers were responsible for defending the eastern quadrant—he'd find you and keep you safe. That was his intention, until Barbatos blocked his way and Diavolo called his name behind him.

Solomon snarled in frustration as he turned back to the demon prince. "The reapers don't need me. Let me pass."

But Barbatos was unmoving, and Diavolo shook his head. “The reapers need your help repairing the damage to the seal that allowed this to happen. We need to stop the hostile force here, before the three realms descend into chaos. Your pacts should give you the additional reinforcements you need.”

With a few exceptions, of course—Asmodeus and Barbatos were both needed elsewhere, and Solomon knew he wouldn't be able to summon them.

Solomon gritted his teeth. "Fine, then I'll bring MC with me. They can assist with repairing the seal." And I can keep an eye on them myself.

Diavolo sighed heavily, and Solomon saw something vulnerable in his eyes, something that looked like regret. “MC is too important to our defenses. The human sorcerers need someone to lead them that they can trust in your place. They're also the only one capable of empowering the Avatars of Sin to bolster our ranks, should we need them to."

Diavolo understood Solomon’s hesitancy. He had a similar conversation with you, privately, before Solomon arrived. You were equally torn about being separated from him and facing the unknown dangers alone. You took less convincing to go along with Diavolo's plan—you knew this was the best course of action, even if you didn't like it.

Unfortunately, there was no guarantee Diavolo could make to you that Solomon would return unscathed while he assisted the reapers with their task. Likewise, there was no promise Diavolo could make to Solomon that even if he returned, you would be unharmed.

“You have my word that I will do everything in my power to keep MC safe,” Diavolo told him seriously. It was the best the demon prince could offer to appease Solomon's doubts, but the oath tasted like ash on his tongue.

Barbatos glanced at Diavolo knowingly behind the sorcerer's back, and the unspoken truth hung between them: Solomon would become their enemy too, should they fail to protect you.

Solomon realized he had little choice. He told himself that he would do this for you, because you deserved better than a future torn apart by war and death. He uttered a curse under his breath and glared venomously at Diavolo before he disappeared.

Solomon and the reapers finally sealed the magical tear that allowed the eldritch beasts to invade from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. He went to the battlefield to find you as soon as Thirteen assured him that their task was complete.

He expected to find you on the eastern front with the other sorcerers, but all he found there was the aftermath of carnage. The ground was broken and scorched by flame and it ran wet with odd, inky-black blood. He realized quickly that the largest battle must've been fought here and his blood froze in his veins.

He finally stumbled on some lingering demons and human sorcerers that were helping evacuate the remaining survivors. As soon as they mentioned a healers' camp set up near RAD, he teleported immediately to the Devildom.

Solomon recognized the battle-weary faces of his demon and angel and human acquaintances when he arrived, but he couldn't bear to stop until he found you.

His heart clenched with equal parts hope and worry when he finally spotted Asmodeus and Simeon speaking together near one of the tents. They both greeted him with relieved expressions despite their dirtied faces and ripped clothing, stained with mud and gore.

"It's good to see you," Simeon said, clasping his shoulder.

Solomon didn't have time for pleasantries. "I just arrived. Where's MC?"

Asmo shook his head. "They're fine. Lucifer and Mammon took them to one of the tents back there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of tents close to the RAD building.

Solomon tried to push past him, but Asmo grabbed his arm. He didn't flinch when Solomon bared his teeth angrily at him. "Let me go."

"Wait," Asmo urged him quietly. "MC's mostly unharmed, but Solomon it was—it was bad."

Icy dread flooded his body all over again. "Tell me."

Diavolo snapped the would-be assassin's neck in his grasp before he flung the limp corpse aside. Not far from him, Barbatos eviscerated an enemy with a slash from the glinting dagger in his hand.

"I don't like this," Lucifer muttered at his side. Diavolo nodded and peered around. The demon army was anxiously waiting, but the invasion they anticipated was nowhere to be seen. He trusted Thirteen's information that the dark, otherworldly threat had broken through the realms' defenses, so where—?

"My lord," Barbatos breathed, staring at something behind him in the distance.

Diavolo turned as a bright red flare shot into the dark sky. Another flare followed, and another, and another after that, until the sky was littered with dozens of fiery wisps of magic. It was a signal to warn the other defensive positions that the intruders were spotted, and they all came from the east.

The wind carried the shrill, foreign language of nightmare creatures as small portals appeared across the battlefield and the monstrous entities charged through and finally began their attack.

In an instant, another large, dark portal opened above the area where you and your fellow sorcerers were stationed. The ground shook as something shot from the portal and engulfed the eastern battlefield in purple flames and black smoke.

Oh, no.

Lucifer grunted at Diavolo's side and suddenly disappeared as the power of your pact summoned him to you. Barbatos was already redirecting forces to aid the human defenders, but Diavolo felt dread pool in his stomach. He took off in flight and slashed at everything in his path, hoping they weren't too late.

Solomon paused outside your tent when he heard Mammon's familiar voice within; he sounded exasperated.

"I don't care whatcha say, Satan says you gotta rest," the Greed demon lectured you.

"Mammon, I promise, I'm okay—"

The ice in Solomon's heart cracked when he finally heard your voice.

You were alive.

"Yeah, we'll see 'bout that. How many fingers am I holdin' up?"

"...three?"

Mammon scoffed. "Lucky guess."

Solomon couldn't wait anymore. He pulled the flap aside and poked his head inside the tent. Mammon was holding three fingers in front of your face, and you were trying to push his hand away. Your face lit up with recognition when they both looked to see who had arrived.

"Look, your boyfriend can talk some sense into ya. I'll see about getting you somethin' to eat." Mammon paused when he was passing Solomon on his way out and leaned towards him. "MC got hit by some type of curse, they were real dizzy for a while. Satan thinks it's worn off, but they need to take it easy. Got it?"

Solomon stared at you but nodded slowly. As soon as Mammon left the tent, he stepped towards your cot in something like a trance. He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down when you grabbed both his hands in yours.

"I am so happy to see you," you breathed. Your smile trembled and tears dotted your lash line.

Solomon held your hands for a moment before he rested them on your lap and cupped your cheeks instead. He cradled your face in his hands so gently. He didn't know what to say. Words failed him—he was overwhelmed by the possibility of losing you earlier, and now by the relief you were here really here.

His eyes roamed your face desperately, drinking in the sight of you—a battle-worn version of you, perhaps—but in this moment, you were everything to him. He didn't know how to put his feelings for you into words, so he leaned forward and kissed you instead.

You made a surprised noise against his lips, but your fingers grasped weakly at the tattered sleeves of his coat and you drew him even closer. It was less of a kiss and more of a desperate press of your chapped lips against his, but you felt his warm breath fan across your skin and savoured the familiar taste of him on your tongue. It was comforting proof that he was alive—that you both were.

Solomon's body trembled so much it shook the rackety bed you were in, and he broke the kiss with a sob. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words raspy with so many emotions. "I never should've left you."

You shook your head and the corners of your lips twitched upward. "I'm grateful that I had such a good teacher," you joked, but it sounded flat to your ears when your tired voice betrayed you.

He leaned forward and buried another sob into the crook of your neck. He crushed your body to his and he hoped the salty tears on your skin and his arms wrapped tightly around you conveyed everything he felt for you—

—he won't ever leave you, and nothing in the three realms or beyond will ever hurt you ever again—

—but all his strangled voice could manage to croak out was a broken, "I love you."

You closed your eyes and smoothed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat and dirty from the battlefield. His arms squeezed you even tighter, and you smiled despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. "I love you too."

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[greenboyfriend]

pick an image! (tarot card reading)

image source image 1: a purple blob with many holes across its membrane, and a divot separating itself in two. hopefully, looking at this thing, you don't contract trypophobia. image 2: another wonderful blob, this time in blue. many little orange spikes peek out across its surface. the contrasting colors really make this image pop! image 3: less blob like, but still blob-ish, this yellow lad has many spindly arms. the better to hug you with, my dear!

1.・。.・゜✭

although you may feel like you've reached the pits as of late, the empress assures you that there are many, many good things ahead of & around you, so long as you lean into the energy of the chariot. you need to stop feeling like the victim! sure, you may be, but there is a time and place for self pity, and now is not it. some of you- though not all- may also be acting as a martyr, letting others step all over you. this must change! if you're unsure of where to start, going out into nature may help you find balance. it might also be a good idea to enjoy the things you do have at the moment, and you'll find that you have more than enough of what you need. your current challenge is to embody the chariot! maybe you're resisting it a bit, it's ok, we've all been there. but this has the potential for great results! fixate on your goal and use everything in your power to propel yourself towards it. it may take some time, and you may have to take multiple steps to get there, but that victory will be oh so sweet. you will have to resist your impulses to get angry, or for some, to put others before you. but the 9 of pentacles nails the point home: you need to do what is best for YOURSELF, using your own methods. you're already set up to succeed! just keep your head level, and resist the urge to give them a piece of your mind. i promise, once you've reaped what you're sowing now, it will be twice as satisfying as lashing out.

(10 of swords, the empress, the chariot reversed, 9 of pentacles)

2.・。.・゜✭

you're holding out against something. you're saying no, refusing, struggling!... im sorry to be the one to tell you, but you've gotta give it up. look, im all for resisting authority, but within this situation, rescinding your position will be beneficial. think of it as taking a step back in order to take two steps forward. you're going to have to go in the total opposite direction, to put others first and try to see things from their perspective. know that you're operating from a safe place, too, and that, no matter how things go, you will be protected. you may even be blissfully unaware to some of the worse aspects of this situation. you will need to find a solution that lasts. you don't have to do this on your own, whether you need help with resources or anything, asking for help is completely ok. it may feel like a sacrifice to change your mind, but this is the path that will leave you with a clean conscience. this situation likely has to do with family.

(7 of wands reversed, ace of pentacles, the hanged man, 6 of cups, 10 of pentacles)

3.・。.・゜✭

much like those who chose image two, you will also be or already are doing an about-face, where you overturn old priorities into the new. it seems like this is going to take a lot of tinkering to get just right, and will require that you have the perseverance to see it through. it won't be easy, but, as the king of pentacles' energy shines through you, anything can be made possible! being committed to your task and able to adapt as your situation changes will serve you well. don't be afraid to admit you were wrong, to ask for help from multiple places, or to take a rest after getting knocked down. this is all part of the process. the queen of cups gives you the added strength of patience, kindness, and a finely tuned intuition. pay attention to your dreams and immediate gut reactions, and use them as building blocks to further reach your goal. if you're like me, who wants all the questions to be solved as soon as they appear, taking your time and allowing yourself to wait for the perfect moment is not always easy-- but take this as a means to strengthen your resolve. we are all prone to different skillsets, patience being one of them. maybe finding help in this area would prove useful to you?

(king of pentacles, the hanged man, temperance, 9 of wands, queen of cups)

thanks for reading! if ur interested in getting an in depth reading with me, send me a dm or an ask!

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[blockgamepirate]

Here are some suggestions I have for QSMP, that nobody asked for and that nobody involved with the server is going to actually see anyway (but I can't stop thinking about this so I have to write something down)

This is me trying to be constructive instead of just critical, because I do love this server and I want it to be sustainable

I guess this is vaguely addressed to either Quackity and/or to whoever is leading the team, idk, like I said they aren't gonna read a random tumblr post so who cares

And yes, obviously I'm sure some of the things in this post are already being improved on, I just think it's still worth listing them

1: Better communication all around

Especially within the admin team obviously, including the actors and builders and everyone, but also between the admin team and the streamers! And between the admin team and the audience as well!

I promise more communication almost always helps things work out more smoothly than keeping people out of the loop or not talking to each other, or worse; actively banning people from talking to each other

This includes being more open and reconsidering which things actually need to be kept secret and from whom, because if people don't know what to expect, they're not going to know how to prepare either! And they also won't be able to let you know about potential problems ahead of time!

The streamers and the actors and other team members as well should at the very least know about stuff that's going to affect their schedule and to have some idea of the kinds of things they're gonna be expected to do. If you just suddenly throw stuff at them and expect them to be immediately ready to cooperate or play along, that's just gonna cause frustration and burnout

I would also worry less about spoilers than about backlash when people expect one thing and get something completely different; you can in fact give a bit more hints so people don't get the wrong idea and end up disappointed

(And on the other hand if you have secrets that you can't talk about because they would lead to a big controversy if they were revealed uh.... maybe don't do the thing? Maybe simply don't do the controversial thing that you can't let people know about, consider it. If you feel like something you're doing would make people mad if they knew, that thing might in fact be a problem)

2: Show your respect for everyone involved in the project

Respect people's time, respect their ability to cooperate (AS LONG AS YOU TELL THEM WHAT'S GOING ON), listen to their ideas and concerns, etc. This is honestly also part of communicating better but it's an important part

Respecting and also demonstrating your respect for your team is so crucial as a leader, and it genuinely goes a long way even when you have very little else to give them

In fact I think often people would even appreciate respect more than they would appreciate money (although it has to be genuine respect, not just empty words; hence why I say you need to demonstrate your respect with your actions)

3: Have a more collaborative mindset

Think of all the members of the team and the streamers as partners rather than as employees or as customers; this is a collaborative creative project, not a business

As much as this started out as one man's passion project, there's no way to do something this ambitious other than as a team effort, including the actors, including the streamers, so it's just much healthier for everyone to think of it as such

Also it's just better for the stated goals of the server as well, because it's all about bringing people together and what better way to bring everyone together than to make them feel like they're part of a team?

4: That said, you don't actually need to drop all the admin driven lore, that's not what I'm saying orz

Just because I want the streamers to be more involved doesn't mean I think they should also be planning all the lore, that's just not necessary

pls do get a proper gamemaster on the team, though, someone who has experience running a LARP type of thing or at least a TTRPG campaign. That would help so much, and I bet you could ask Cellbit or Bagi or Charlie if they could recommend anyone

Honestly I could probably make a whole post just about how to run the admin driven lore better, but getting yourself an experienced gamemaster would be so much better than any specific advice I could give

5: If you're gonna have volunteers, you need to treat them like volunteers, not like employees

You have to respect the fact that volunteers are not subordinates, they're here to help you, not to be ordered around, banned from talking to people, judged for their availability, or made to sign weird NDAs

They're offering their labour for free because they care about the project or because they enjoy what they do, and they deserve to be appreciated for it, not policed and bossed around (not that you should treat actual employees with that kind of hostility either tbh)

Having volunteers is not necessarily the problem (at least as long as you're not using them to make a profit), it's treating volunteers as unpaid employees, because then you pretty much do just have unpaid employees instead of volunteers

Okay, finally the big one:

6: Consider running QSMP as a cooperative

I know this is Quackity's baby and a Quackity Studios' project, but the thing is, I don't think this model is sustainable

I mean, we already know it isn't sustainable, that's why we're in this mess

As far as I can tell, Quackity Studios is not making any profit from the server, there's no way the revenue from the admin streams and the QSMP Info channel would be enough to cover all the costs if people were paid decently (in fact I don't think it's even enough to cover the costs without paying everyone decently)

This sort of arrangement, with one party running the whole thing out of pocket, makes sense if it's either a very low maintenance server which doesn't cost much and doesn't require much work to keep running, or a very short-term one, more like an event type of thing

QSMP is neither of those, QSMP is both very high maintenance and has been running for almost a full year

I think there's absolutely value in having an ambitious long term project like this, it's very cool, it's very hype, but this is not a good way to run it

And it's especially bizarre considering that people do make money out of it, but the people making money are the streamers

So I would suggest taking some tips from the Hermitcraft SMP server which is run as a collective. Obviously Hermitcraft is much lower maintenance but their model is also much more robust, because there isn't just one person who has to take responsibility for everything, or pay for everything

It would also encourage the spirit of international cooperation to have the streamers literally be part of the server, not just as guests but as partners, so they could have a say in how the server is run and be more invested in the project

(At least those streamers who want to be involved, of course I realise some of them might choose not to)

This would require regular meetings, but I think that's also a good thing, and an opportunity to also talk things through off-camera whenever any issues come up (better communication again!)

AND it would mean that the streamers should actually contribute to the server costs and paying the admins and other behind the scenes people. Probably based on their stream revenue from QSMP streams because obviously some of these streamers make more money than others (I would suggest a progressive membership fee (like progressive taxation style) to make sure that it's not more taxing for the smaller streamers than the bigger ones, but obviously it should all be agreed on between the members)

And IMO the admins, including the actors, the builders, the devs, the translators, etc. should also be considered partners, but since they don't make money directly, the way the streamers do, they should be the ones who are getting compensated for their contributions so they're better able to commit to the project, by which I mean yes you should pay them, but not as employees but as creative partners

Of course this is just one idea, I'm not saying it's necessarily the only good model by any means, it's just a suggestion, all of these are just suggestions

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #sorry for the long post

[yanderelovlies]

You shivered, pulling your blanket over your shoulder. When did it get so cold in here? Maybe the heater just turned off or was in a timer, and you didn't know. Whatever the case, maybe you told yourself you would handle it in the morning as you cuddled further into your blanket with a light sigh.

Just as you begin to drift off again, you feel your blanket slowly move off your should and down your arm. Letting out a huff, you pulled back over your shoulder, hoping that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it wasn't as the blanket began to slip again. Wanting to find the source, you open your eyes with a groan and sit up. Only to be met with the brightest red eyes you have ever seen.

You open your mouth to scream, but it never came as a hand was quickly put over mouth. "Shhhh. It's okay, I promise." If you weren't scared out of your mind, you would have rolled your eyes at the statement.

He leaned a little closer. and the closer her got, the better you could see his features. His fluffy dark hair and muscular tattooed arm are what caught your attention the most. Mostly because it was all you could really make out.

"Before this gets worse, then already is, please at least hear me out." You could only stare at him. It seemed smarter to cooperate than to struggle, so you simply waited for him to continue. "My name is Joe, and I'm in a predicament."

You raised an eyebrow, letting him know you were listening. "God, this feels so stupid to say. I've never had to do it before." He took a deep breath before focusing his red eyes on you once more. "I'm a vampire, and I came here to feed...on you..."

You blinked several times as you processed what he said. Your owlish expression turns to an unamused stare. You made it very clear that you didn't believe a word he just said to you.

He pouted but seemed to understand your doubt. So, with the hand not covering your mouth, he lifts his top lip to show two sharp teeth one larger than the one beside it. Once you saw them, it slowly started to sink in that maybe this WAS real.

You could feel the panic set in as you now look at him terrified. He came to feed on you. Sensing you panicked state, Joe hushed you again. "I-I promise the pain wont last long, and I won't take much. Just enough to get me by.....please."

The rational part of you screamed to try to get away by any means necessary, but the empathetic part if you wanted to cave in. It must be difficult to be only able to feed off of blood.

You gently grasp his wrist, hoping he is getting what you're asking. "Do you promise not to scream?" You nodded as he watched you skeptically.

Slowly, he moved his hand from your mouth, seeming ready for if you decided to yell. It was silent as the two of you just stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. When neither of you did, you finally spoke up. "w-why me?"

He looked down in thought before looking back at you shrugging. "I just ended up here. I wasn't deliberately hunting you."

That was weirdly a relief. Sure, it seemed to be a case of wrong place wrong time, but at least he wasn't hunting and stalking you. "o-okay....fine, but please don't make a habit of it."

He seemed to light up as he nodded. "I won't. Thank you."

.

He watched as you eyed him wearily before moving your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. It took everything in him, not pounce on you. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when your this close to him.

"Here, let me help you." He moves his hand to cradle your head, holding the weight comfortably as he gets closer. He watched your eyes close the closer he got to your neck. You were bracing yourself "relax doll...it will be more painful if you brace yourself like that."

He felt you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Gods, you are precious. He felt you relax, allowing us to continue where he left off.

He licked a stop of your neck, allowing his saliva to numb your neck before his teeth sink in the best spot he could find. He heard you gasp as your blood met his tongue. Joesph could help but moan as soon as he tasted. You were everything he wanted and more.

The perfect mate. Just for him.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #joesph x reader #joesph cullman x reader #sdj joseph x reader #sunny day jack joseph #sdj joseph #joseph x reader #joseph cullman

[yandere-romanticaa]

Just a random concept I thought of and wanted to share with you. Not a request by any means I just thought you might like this.

Cyno who likes to watch reader from afar never realizes that they're singing softly barely a whisper (since art is look down upon) until he heard them coming from the highest tree branch of the akademiya. Not knowing it was them he follows the singing to see reader singing their heart out while looking at the stars and moon.

Cyno will never be able to erase this from memory.. especially not when they looks beautiful. You always look beautiful and each memory of you that he has is locked in his brain but this.. is the most beautiful.

Maybe.. just maybe.. he can use this.. you a Scholar dabbling into the arts? How preposterous!! I guess no one will mind if he drags you into his office for this and "keep" you in order to "discipline" you after all.. who would object? So will you please sing for him and only him now that no one else can hear you and judge? After all, you don't want your punishment to get worse, right?

(Yes he's a yandere because dang it your blog is giving me so much yandere brainrot that Im about to start a writing blog just to post these concepts into fics-)

The Akademiya itself was enough to cause you immense stress due to its ridiculous expectations and constant need to keep up and stay on top. If you weren't the best in your field of expertise then you might as well not be trying in the eyes of some important scholars. This alone caused you to lose infinite amounts of sleep but you never knew that you'd find an odd sense of comfort in singing of all things.

You were not the best singer out there but that didn't stop you from humming random tunes you could come up with on the spot as you did your daily routines, always mindful and cautious to be as quiet as possible even if you were alone.

Who knew what would happen if someone found out.

You worst nightmare came to fruition as the General Mahamantra himself called you into his office one fine morning, a deep feeling of fear engulfing your entire being as you sat in the chair across him, head down and arms pressed firmly on your knees, your knuckles clutching the fabric of your clothing. Nothing ever good came out of the meetings with the General Mahamantra, you were screwed.

He was going to have your head on a silver platter and there was nothing you could do to defend yourself.

Just as you were about to open your dry mouth to say something, the General Mahamantra raised his arm slightly, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Don't bother." he said. "I've already heard every excuse under the sun."

You gulped. You might as well throw yourself off the Akademiya rooftop once you were done with him. It would be better honestly, than to live in shame.

As if he read your mind, the General Mahamantra raised a single eyebrows and tsked.

"Don't even think about it. If you do something foolish to yourself I'll make sure to bring you back from the dead myself."

You wanted to cry. Why can't he just leave you be?! All you did was hum for Archon's sake, you've been a good person and scholar during your entire stay here-

"There is something you can do to improve your situation though." the General said suddenly, his piercing red gaze looking directly at you, almost as if he was swallowing you whole. If the situation were different you would even manage to make out that his voice sounded a little eager, if not downright excited. With a yelp you suddenly sprung up from your chair and nervously said:

"I won't sing ever again, I swear on my life! Please, please Sir, don't kick me out, I-!!"

He silenced you once more with a raised arm. Bitting your lower lip you sat back down awkwardly, embarrassed for causing such a scene. What he said though caught you by surprise.

"...Sing for me."

What?

"Sir, I already promised that I would never-"

"Sing. For me."

A million thoughts ran through your head as you kept trying to make out his strange request. Well, demand.

Cyno sat on the edge of his seat, his heart beating like never before as he prayed that you indulge him. There was no way he would ever turn you in for this but you didn't need to know that. Your secret was his to keep, as were you. He was never sure how to approach you but when he heard you sing to yourself yesterday evening it was as if Celestia itself opened its gates for him and showed him the path.

He finally had you right where he wanted you.

🍒 TAGS: @genshinarchives, @mod-kisa-blog, @morigumy, @juuuuuj101010, @b10h4z4rd

#yandere cyno x reader #yandere cyno #genshin cyno x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #yandere genshin impact

[chi-ow-hua]

"How'd you find out about being a demigod?"

Will frowns "Didn't I already tell you? You know...in. When. Uhm-"

Nico laughs, releasing Will from his misery - a rather merciful move for a child of the underworld. Will is so obviously working on being more open; efforts that are as adorable as they are painful and never fail to make Nico feel all disgustingly gooey. Will is struggling but he is trying. Because Nico asked. All his life he has taught himself to only take care of others, his every instinct begging to downplay and soothe and ignore instead of confront and acknowledge or - gods forbid - admit it out loud. But Will is never one to do things by halves; never would've been able to wrestle so many demigods from the unforgiving grips of death, otherwise; and definitely wouldn't have followed Nico into literal Tartarus. So he does it anyways. Even if he refuses to give himself the same forgiveness and grace he extends to his patients.

Will may never believe it when he tells him that he is one of the strongest demigods in Camp, but Nico means it. So what if Will isn't the strongest fighter? He doubts Clarisse could ever be so openly vulnurable without having an aneurysm or giving into the urge to stab herself with her spear. Besides, it's not like he has to be. That's what Nico is here for, after all.

"You told me that Stymphalian Birds were involved. And that there was a turd in the subway. Not exactly a very thorough account" And then, because Will is still used to thinking in black and white and extremes and has the stupid tendency to take everything as a personal failure: "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I won't be mad."

(Will is working on that, too. "I feel like this is different. From my other friendships." he'd said. "Bad different or good different?" "Good." Nico nodded, because he felt it, too. "I don't think I'm in love with you" he'd answered then, because that was probably the truth as well.

So they kissed, because they both liked it; and they cuddled, because they both needed it; and they went on dates, because dates were fun; and they were obnoxiously affectionate when it was just them and Will's siblings, because their reactions were always hilarious; and they both made an effort, because it was worth it.

And Will, who had always needed words and files and terms and diagnostics couldn't explain it in a way that made sense. Whatever they had, it wasn't black or white. Sometimes it felt like it was on a completely different color spectrum, as even shades of gray didn't seem to quite cover it. But he was learning that that was okay, too. It was good, even. Not good enough, just good.)

So this is their dynamic now: Nico trying to get Will out of his shell without being too overbearing while Will (that son of a bitch) is a stubborn asshole about it. Sometimes, when Nico needs to go and take a walk before he either strangles the son of Apollo or says something he doesn't mean, he wonders how Will could've ever fallen for him. Nico is all too aware that he was probably even worse in the beginning - sometimes the guilt of it eats him alive, now that he is on the receiving end of it. But then there are moments like these, and Nico thinks he almost gets it.

No, the irony is not lost on him. And Kayla sure finds it absolutely hilarious, all "and so the giver finally becomes the receiver" and "a taste of your own medicine, mister doctor". Still, it's all too easy to slip back into their old roles. Will's position as head medic certainly doesn't help: Nico has lost count of how many times he's seriously considered threatening the entire camp to just not get hurt for one day that really can't be that fucking hard before realizing that promising serious bodily harm would be rather counter-productive in this scenario. He would be a huge hypocrite if he said that he wasn't part of the problem, too. It's all too tempting to blame his own less-than-stellar moments on everyone around him and hide behind his person to escape the consequences. But they know that they need to learn to open up and rely on themselves and each other if they want this (whatever that is) to work, so they keep trying.

Will nods. "No". Then he frowns, shaking his head. "No, I mean. Yeah. Sure. I guess I'm just curious why you're asking"

Nico shrugs, raising a brow. Because it's you, he doesn't say, because Will isn't the only one who has trouble saying the important things out loud. Besides, judging by his flaming cheeks, the message was received anyway.

And there really isn't much more to it. Of course he knows that most stories are rather traumatic, which is why he doesn't feel comfortable asking the other campers about it. He is somewhat aware of some of the arrivals - mainly from bragging Ares children, but he doesn't trust those as far as he can throw them. He has heard Sherman changing his story at least three times; the number of monsters chasing him magically multiplicating every time he recounts it. Either that, or they are Percy Jackson, which is its own category entirely.

Still, he can't help but feel that losing over half a century in a time-stopping casino is on a bit of a different level. Even for Percy Jackson standards. He is just so incredibly curious about what an average demigod experience is like. A curiosity that only grows as he becomes more and more aware of how his own life is definitely not that.

Will is always his go-to on that front. He never judges or laughs at Nico for asking questions, no matter how odd or stupid. It also makes it incredibly easy to mess with him, especially now that they are working extra hard on open communication and all that shit. Nico practices constraint, though. Mostly.

"Okay, so. This actually happened a few years before New York." Will's voice gets that nostalgic tone that always appears whenever he talks about his life before Camp. He's relaxed, now, all loose-limbed compared to the beginning of their conversation. Nico leans against him, own body relaxing in response. "I get these headaches sometimes, you know. Never figured out why. Ibu never worked. But one time I took Paracetamol and it just. Stopped."

Nico nods encouragingly. Will looks at him expectantly. It takes Nico a moment to realize that... that was the story. He straightens (ha, as if) up again. "Wait, that's it?" Maybe he should reassess his whole 'Will's life as the blueprint average demigod experience'-thing.

"Well, yeah." Will looks irritated, glaring at Nico and the shoulder he'd been leaning on. "Prick", Nico mutters, nontheless going back to their previous position. Will flicks at his nose in response. He doesn't have to look at Will to know he's wearing one of his stupidly triumphant smirks. "I was curious as to why paracetamol worked where ibuprofen had failed me so many times before. And do you know what I found?"

"A forgotten ancient myth about how Paracetamol was created by your dad?" Will flicks Nico's nose. Again. He can admit that it was probably deserved, though.

"No, stupid. I found out that we don't know how Paracetamol works. Isn't that insane? We take the pill. The pill works. BUT WE DON'T KNOW HOW IT DOES ITS THING!" He has a manic glint in his eyes that speaks of many sleepless nights devoted to exactly this question.

"So....you immediately went from that to greek gods are real? Just like that?"

"Obviously." Nico glares. Will has the nerve to smile at him. Fucking prick. As much as he complains about how impossible it is to know whether Nico is being sarcastic or serious, Will is infinitely worse. Especially because most people don't know to expect it.

Nico punches him, because sometimes fists speak louder than words, and Will just laughs. Nico moves away before he can get his nose flicked for a third time. It almost makes him miss the times people were still scared of him (that's a lie.)

"Okay, no." Will is still laughing, as if he hadn't just survived a blow by the Ghost King himself. Idiot. "But when Maron explained about gods and monsters and all that mess I remembered paracetamol and thought: yeah, that makes sense. Like, of course it's magic. You know?"

Nico just shakes his head fondly, once again stuck somewhere between amusement, endearment and just plain confusion. "Sure. Of course."

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #tsats #aro nico #qpr solangelo

[sickficideas]

🍎 for ryūnosuke?

Sick or Treat!

of course i skip to him right away cause he's my favorite hehe...

(Warnings: emeto/vomiting, a little angsty, vague references to his terminal illness)

🍎 (Food Poisoning) - Akutagawa + Gin and Higuchi

“I’m the worst person ever,” Ichiyo laments, totally meaning for that thought to stay inside her head.

“You are not the worst person ever,” Gin assures her, sounding almost like a kindergarten teacher consoling a child. She’s busy clipping Akutagawa’s hair back with barrettes in wake of Ichiyo’s failed attempt to use a hairband. She's already had to wash some vomit out of his hair.

“You couldn’t…couldn’t possibly have known,” Akutagawa barely manages, leaning against the side of the shower door, beside the toilet, where he’s spent the last forty-five minutes, at least. He looks a little more comfortable now with the comforter Ichiyo brought to him, but he’s still downright miserable. He has enough stomach issues as it is, he really didn’t need food poisoning on top of all of that. Ichiyo will certainly cross off the restaurant they went to for lunch as a possibility for the future ever again.

She feels awful, seeing Akutagawa so sick, completely able to do anything to truly help him feel better. It was only an hour or two ago when he first told her over the phone that he was feeling sick to his stomach, simply asking Ichiyo if she could pick something up for him. She should have known it was this bad. He wouldn't ask for help otherwise. He had even managed to avoid involving Gin, but Ichiyo has undone that attempt.

“I'll be right back,” Gin says.

Akutagawa seems to doze off for a few moments, and Ichiyo is glad that he has a second to, but it doesn't last for long. A quiet, half-asleep cough turns into a gag, and without much warning at all, he's haphazardly brought his hand up to his mouth, too late to catch any of the vomit that falls down the front of the comforter.

Ichiyo squeaks and scurries to get next to him to lead him back to the toilet. For a second, she thinks he might be done, but it sounds like his body is still so nauseous from it all that it's still forcing gags, and bringing up more of his evidently undercooked lunch splashing into the toilet water. He can't even get a few seconds of sleep with how awfully nauseous he is. His poor tummy.

He's almost distraught, this time, he didn't have any chance of making it to the toilet in time but Ichiyo does what she can to comfort him, keeping a hand on his back that's starting to feel much too warm to be normal. He groans from the pain. His breathing starts to get irregular again.

“I'll take it to get washed right away,” Ichiyo promises, since he's clearly more concerned with the vomit on the comforter than how he's feeling. She can't help but pout when he lays his cheek on the lid of the toilet seat, his eyes feverish and face red, still visibly nauseous. She carefully reaches for the comforter, still halfway over his lap, and folds it up, tucking it away in the corner. “I'm so sorry, Akutagawa…”

“You didn't…you didn't do anything wrong, Higuchi,” he says with a few unsteady, nauseous sounding breaths in between. He coughs, too, because of course his lungs won't give him a break. “You…shouldn't have gone out of your way to…to help me…”

Ichiyo’s always thrown off when he talks like that, it's not like him to say things like that at all - to anyone, but especially not her. He's always so docile when he's sick like this.

“I'll always try to help you. However I can,” she says quietly.

Gin is back in the doorway with a glass of water that she sets on the sink counter just in time for Akutagawa to weakly lift up his head and choke up a mouthful of vomit. She kneels down beside him and rubs his back, gently and methodically like she's done it a million times. He's sick so often, Ichiyo doesn't even want to think about how many times they've been in this situation. And it's only been getting worse, in the last few months.

She sneaks out with the folded blanket and wanders into their laundry room to dump it into the washer right away. There's a sweater down at the bottom too that's got vomit stains on it too. That's what he was wearing when she found him, curled up on the kitchen floor, his stomach causing him so much pain that he couldn't move. Her eyes flood with tears. It is her fault. She took him to that restaurant. He wouldn't be so sick if she had picked somewhere else for them to eat after their shift ended, even though she was just trying to get him to eat at all. She was glad he even agreed to it.

She rubs at her eyes, knowing Gin will pick up on any sign of her crying if she starts now, but she's too late. She jumps. There's a hand on her shoulder.

Gin doesn't ever turn the stealth off.

“Higuchi,” she says with a frown full of pity. “It's okay. He'll be okay, he always is.”

The tears stream down her face when she says that and Gin doesn't waste any time wrapping her arms around her, tight, and Ichiyo does it right back. Gin is so used to seeing her brother vulnerable that it doesn't hurt her nearly as much as it does for Ichiyo, but she feels her grip shake. She's worried too.

“Thank you for coming to take care of him. And calling me,” Gin says gently. “I'm really grateful that you're so kind.”

“Gin…” Ichiyo murmurs, her tears clouding her vision now, as she buries her face in Gin's shoulder.

#thank you anon 💖💖 i love him hes my puke princess #lololol #my drabbles #my fanfics #akutagawa #gin #higuchi #higuaku #higugin #sorta #vomiting #emeto #emetophilia #emeto scenario #sickfic #sicknario #food poisoning #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #illness #sick #ask box #nausea #stomachache #hurt/comfort #angst

[yncel]

ENTRY 01

Sigh, I don't even know where to begin with this one.. here goes nothing.

So as it turns out, whenever you feel as though life can't get any worse.. I promise you, it surely can and will. If there's anything that I've learnt in the past week, it would be that my life has just thrown another curveball at me and now not only am I worn out, heartbroken and exhausted, I am also.. riddled with fear. And this journal is to document what I'm going through lest something bad happens to me.

Alot has happened in the past month. I gathered up the courage to FINALLY leave hoon Sunghoon, my now ex-boyfriend, and our incredibly toxic relationship after I found explicit text messages he'd send to his co-worker. I didn't confront him about it because I knew he'd somehow find a way to pin the blame on me and wouldn't let me leave. And so I fled. To another city.

I sighed a breath of relief during the 8 hour drive to Busan, knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I had blocked him everywhere whilst also strictly instructing my friends and family to not tell him about my whereabouts. It finally dawned on me that I had been wasting my time and my youth on this snake of a man.

And so I started integrating back into society, making new friends, going out and having fun. Things he'd never let me do and beat me out of doing. I was finally LIVING... but that didn't last too long. It was just the calm before the storm.

I should've known. I should've known as a person who always had an eye on her at all times, to finally find freedom out of nowhere so easily.. it had to have been a spoof. Like a rabbit who so conveniently finds a carrot tied to a stick.

It started with the roses. Found them leaning on my apartment door when I came back home one evening. Thought they were meant for someone else at first but upon closer inspection, the glistening metal reflecting the hallway light couldn't be mistaken for something else. My promise ring that I had left on his dining table, neatly tucked in between the red.

I knew it was over then and there, the sporadic beating of my heart felt as though it would explode any second. But I don't want to give up, I had just tasted freedom in 4 years and I can't imagine myself going back to that hellhole. Even if I did, who is to say that he will not just kill me?? I've known him for so long, it wouldn't be uncharacteristic of him to hurt me out of his rage. He's already done it so many times, who's to say that this will be any different? And I know this time I've made him more angry than he's ever been in his entire life. And if I'm going to get hurt anyway, I'd rather put up a fight.

I contacted the police and they didn't make anything out of it but needless to say, I wasn't surprised. I asked my friends if they had ratted me out to him and they vehemently denied it. I deleted all of my socials and changed my phone number. I've changed the way I dress and I'm starting to avoid going out unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't know how long I can survive like this, especially since this hasn't deterred sunghoon in the slightest.

I see him everywhere and I just have to pretend that I don't. The car behind me in the drive through. The person standing in the middle of the park lot. The hooded figure that bumped into me in the seven eleven. I sometimes catch a whiff of his scent in the corridors as if he's just been there. He's playing with me like a predatory cat upon a mouse and I'm totally helpless.

The ticking of the clock reminds me of his lack of patience. How long until he stops finding this entertaining and decides to just pounce? It's no longer a matter of "if" but of "when" and when he does, I want you to know that I didn't just dissappear. And I want to make sure that he won't be able to hurt any other person the way he did me.

I've started to count down the days.

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[earthling55]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Spilt Blood

The taste of copper fills my mouth as another blow strikes me.

I won’t be able to show my face for weeks after this, he’s making certain of that.

I’ll be stuck in here, even more a prisoner than I already am.

‘Is this what you do!?’ He screeches at me, vile breath suffocating my lungs as he crowds my face.

‘Go and open your legs for just anyone?!’

‘I’ll ask you one more time,’ his voice is deadly, the poison in it, or spit, at this point I can’t really tell the difference, hitting me each time he speaks. I imagine it’s staining me, turning my pale skin dark with its grime until there’s no part of me left untouched.

‘Whose cloak is this?!’

His yelling rings in my ear. I make no move, no notice to say that I’ve heard him. It’s a mistake, as the next thing I know there’s a searing pain through my head.

He yanks my hair, and it take everything in me not to scream as I’m hulled upwards.

It will only make things worse.

The object of his ire is thrown in my face. Daemon’s scent hits me like a punch in the gut before it falls, slipping away from me even as my hands try and grab it. To keep even a small momento of my life before this.

It’s what started this whole mess.

If only I hadn’t taken it back with me.

He gives me one last shove before he marches out, throwing the cloak in the fire as he does so.

I watch it burn.

Imagining all that’s burning with it.

Broken promises and stolen dreams. Any hope of returning to a different life dashed, burnt up with the remains of his cloak.

I crumble softly and quietly, like a proper lady. The words mock me. Cutting into my like a knife. It hurts worse than the punches.

All I’ve ever done is be the proper lady. I married my husband because it’s what I should do.

I lay with him, I do my wifely duties, even as it breaks me, bit by bit, piece by piece.

I wonder how much longer I’ll last like this.

My only solace is the fact that no children will ever be born of our “love.” My maids nightly visits to Fleabottom for moon tea make sure of that.

As I watch the fire, the smoke of it turning thick as it feasts on the cloak, I take a moment to imagine myself as I could have been. Thickening with child over time, welcoming a family, The love of a husband as it should have been.

I can see the image in my minds eye. A perfect picture staring back at me from some non-existent mirror.

Me, with my hands on my growing belly, eyes smiling down at it as if I can already see the child in my arms.

My mirror self looks up then, sharing a look with the man who's hand is on my shoulder.

It’s not the face of the man whose chambers I share. No, the hand on my shoulder is not my husbands.

It’s Daemon’s.

As is the make-believe child in my womb.

A knock at the door sounds in the distance, and with a few long blinks, my eyes clear.

In front of me, lies, not a mirror, but my twisted, unfortunate reality.

I can feel the blood run down from my busted lip. It drips onto my hands, making their pale color stand out even more against its deep red.

My hands begin to shake, my breathing speeds up, and suddenly, I'm full of anger.

It courses through my veins, and I let it. Opening up each and every block so it flows freely into my frantically beating heart. The sound of which pounds in my ears, a steady beat I am finally allowing myself to dance to.

I struggle off the floor, shouting a strangled "who is it?' towards the door.

My voice cracks, and I pray that whoever it is doesn't notice.

They only bang louder at my response.

Holding on to the wall, I stumble over to it. 'Who is it?' I call again, hesitant to open the doors looking the way I must.

I don't need to look in a mirror to know it's worse than it's ever been.

I used to always be able to recognize myself. It was something that gave me comfort, even on the nights where it was the worst.

But now? Now, I know I won't recognize her.

'Y/n let me in!’

I shrink back as I recognize it. It's Daemon's.

Oh no. No no no no, this is not good.

‘Uh, this isn’t really a good time.’

I flinch back as I approach the door, hesitant to open it even as a crack and unleash the dragon that lies right outside.

‘Open this door or I’ll break it down.’

His tone is quiet. Too quiet.

My mind is going in circles, thoughts flying 10x a minute as my shaky hands clutch at the doorknob.

‘I’m…I’m indecent,’ I call out softly.

It’s the first lie that came to mind.

The wry chuckle that comes through the door makes me cringe as I close my eyes in defeat.

‘I’ve seen it all before,’ he sighs out. The longing clear in his voice.

‘Though I am very interested in seeing it all again.’

‘This isn’t a good time, Daemon,’ I try again, the unease clear in my voice.

‘How can that be? I just saw your husband leaving. He looked to be in a right fit, but…’

The first fist to the door has me jumping in fright. And my hands rush for the locks as they continue.

‘Ok, ok, I’m opening it. Don’t break it down.’

There’s a smile in my voice as I say it, but it fades as I realize what he’s about to walk in to.

I turn away as it opens, all but marching towards my seat waiting by the fire before a strong arm grabs mine.

Pain sears through my arm as the strong grip puts pressure on my fresh bruises, and I yank back as if I’ve been burned.

Daemon stands before me, wild eyes taking in my bruised and battered form.

‘Daemon…I’m okay. I promise you, I’m okay.’

I can’t tell if my assurances are working or not, as all he does is stand there, breathing heavily with his eyes glued to one particularly heavy bruise on my cheek.

Then, stiffly, he moves closer to me. It takes everything in me not to run and cover myself up as his hand moves to cup my chin.

He turns my head to meet his, hand moving to trace the outlines of a bruise before cupping my cheek.

His thumb traces the outer curve of my lip, and I sigh out in pure bliss as he asks,

‘How long?’

‘What?’ I ask, but it comes out more of a breathy whine.

‘How long has he been doing this to you?’

‘Not lo…’ the words die on my tongue as Daemon’s eyes flash to mine.

‘Don’t you dare lie for him!’

His voice shakes my world, fear pulsating through my veins at the volume.

‘Take it off.’

Confusion laces through my features at that.

‘What?’

My voice comes out a whisper. Pushing my previous fear aside, I bring my hands up to palm his cheek even as he repeats it.

‘Take it off. Your dress, take it off.’

I make no move to comply, and in one swift motion, Daemon simultaneously holds my hands captive in one arm and grabs hold of my dress in the other.

He takes a moment to watch my neck as he pulls it lower, purple eyes almost glowing as he growls at each newly revealed bruise.

Rrrrrrrippppppp

I stare down at my chest in horror as it all becomes uncovered in one fell swoop.

My hands fly up to cover myself even as he makes haste to do the same to my shift. He keeps going until I’m completely bare in front of him, dress now lying in tatters that hang low off my hips.

I can feel his eyes zero in on the bruises there. Deep purple marks that can only be fingerprints imprinted on the soft skin.

His hands ghost over me, starting at my neck and making their way down. His touch is barely there, a ghost of a promise that leaves goosebumps on my skin even as he moves away from me completely.

‘Never again.’

His tone is commanding, leaving no room for questions as he bundles me up in the rags of my dress.

‘What?…Daemon’

‘Never again.’ He begins to lead me towards the door before he stops and turns. His eyes are bare to me, showing every drop of pain he’s endured in my absence.

It mirrors the pain in mine.

‘He will never touch you again.’

I exhale shakily even as relief floods my bones.

‘What are you going to do.’

‘That’s none of your business’

‘But it is,’ I cut him off. ‘He’s horrible, yes, but even I don’t want him de..’

My words are swallowed by his lips on mine. They're firm, like his tone, and again, leave me with no room for questions.

I drink him in. He’s like wine, fruity, forbidden, and...absolutely intoxicating.

We make it all the way back to his chambers before we stop.

That's where he leaves me, lips softly bruised with the promise that while I may have a bad past, and an even more unfortunate present…

...I will have a better future.

I may or may not write a part 4 for this. It’s currently undetermined. Thoughts? Let me know!

Requests here: I am very much in the mood to write about my og love here on tumblr (Tolkien's elves), so if you have any requests, do send them in!

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[therealtruealiyah]

NOVA - the enlivening

Raine stirred slightly, engulfed in her Egyptian cottoned white blanket on her extra wide bed. She reached to the other side of her bed only to find it empty and cold like before. Raine blinked sleep out of her eyes as she realized her predicament. She was all alone — and what's worse... Nova was gone.

Raine sat upright in her bed and threw her face into her hands.

"God, I'm so stupid!" She exclaimed to herself. After a few minutes of attempting to compose herself, Raine got out of bed and began making it.

Back to business as usual. She thought, fluffing the final pillow in her set. Just then, a note on her nightstand caught her eye. With wide, hopeful eyes, she lunged for it and began reading.

Raine sat on the edge of her bed holding the note to her chest. There were a lot of emotions rushing through her at once. Some were strong and definite and the others, she couldn't quite gauge. One thing was for sure, though... Nova had completely changed Raine's life. She knew that she’d never be able to carry on without her and she was perfectly ok with that.

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Raine had it bad. Every time she heard the front door's bell, she rushed into view of it to see if it were Nova. But it never was and that royally fucked her up.

"Welcome to The Ridge." She would greet the strangers in monotone with zero percent of enthusiasm. This was unlike Raine. Before yesterday, she was the most energetic, upbeat person that Mr. And Mrs. Ridgemore has ever placed upon their payroll. They were damn proud of it, too, as they named her employee of the month for eight months in a row.

"What's going on with you today, Rai?" Raine's co-worker and good friend, Chantel Moore nudged her gently in the side, halfway snapping Raine out of her funk.

"I just... got a lot on my mind." Raine mumbled, busying herself by refolding the same display of polo shirts for the third time today.

"I see that. You've been folding these shirts for half an hour now." Chantel joked. "Tell me what's going on."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to judge me." Raine turned to her friend with pleading eyes.

"I promise I won't judge you. I'm here to support you." She placed her right hand over her heart and lifted her left hand up to the gods as a symbol of trust and truth.

"So, last night, while I'm cleaning and getting ready to head out, I hear someone enter the shop and immediately I'm like shit, I didn't lock the door. I walk up and, I shit you not, the most..." Raine sighed with heavy adoration, "gorgeous being I have ever seen is standing within 15 feet of me."

"So, naturally, you froze." Chantel chimed in.

"I froze, Chantel. She was so tall and beautiful and intimidating!"

"And that turned you on."

"Ugh! You cannot begin to comprehend how turned on I was! And I felt so wrong about it because I didn't know this woman and I was already feeling all of these— things."

"Naughty things?" Chantel cocked a playful eyebrow and leaned closer, invested.

"We went to Luigi's and had an absolute blast! But then, we went back to my place..." Raine trailed off, looking at Chantel expectantly. Immediately, Chantel's jaw dropped, her mouth forming into a smile.

"You didn't!" She hit Raine gently on the arm.

"It was the most amazing night ever. Nothing I have ever experienced can compare to the way she made me feel."

"Ohhh! So that's why you've been pouting at the door every time it opened! You've got the fever!" Chantel teased.

"Oh, come on, I do not have the fever." Raine lied. She knew she had it and she had it bad. She needed more of Nova.

More of her touch.

More of her kiss.

More of her everything.

Raine was obsessed with the sublime magical beast she had only met less than twenty-four hours ago. She craved more.

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Later that night, when Chantel and her other coworkers went home and the store was now closed, there Raine remained with the front door unlocked hoping that she'd walk through it once again.

It was now fifteen minutes past 9, an hour fifteen past closing, and Raine was just about ready to call it quits. With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Raine cut off the lights and made for the exit. Then is when it happened... the door swung open. Raine's heart picked up speed, for the door seemed have been swinging in slow motion. The world around her warped to a blurring halt as the person opening the door came into view.

"Hello, my love." Nova grinned. "Have you missed me?"

There she was. Her hopes, her anticipation, her super Nova— In the flesh.

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[yandereloversblog]

Ohhh let’s make a letter where Bonten Mikey and Bonten Koko got their darling a rlly expansive skin product but ends up giving them hives or eczema instead of helping out their darling skin issues

💌 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌 -> 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨, 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜/𝚎𝚌𝚣𝚎𝚖𝚊

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I did this as both of them sharing you cuz I thought it would be funny XD

You blinked in surprise when seeing a letter on your desk, you did see Kakucho enter and leave the room so could he have delivered you something? It's such a strange thing to happen as you don't even get mail, even less so as Mikey and Koko prohibited you from talking to anyone.

Speaking of it, you haven't seen either of them since you got that cream... 'I'll yell at them later.' You huffed in annoyance and took the letter, squinting in irritation at the pain when you moved your limbs as you opened the letter, seeing paragraphs with two different writing styles and... Were those tear stains on the bottom part? There were a lot of hearts too...

Hey sweetheart, it's Koko.

I, don't bring this up to anyone, am really sorry about what happened before, Mikey and I should've been more careful with what we bought you. Only reason I'm writing a letter and not telling you in person or texting you is because we're abroad right now, and when Kakucho told us the news of what happened to you while we were talking on the phone Mikey panicked and we lost our phones in the ocean.

I'll... Do better next time [Y/N], we're trying to get home as soon as possible. I doubt Sanzu nor the others have been competent enough to take care of you and talk to a proper doctor about what you're going through. But just because of that don't think you're free to escape.

Sure we may have made a mistake but if we don't find you at the penthouse once we're back you'll get in trouble, Mikey is already overwhelmed about not being able to see you and the same goes for me, so if we find out you tried acting out you'll suffer worse than what's happening to you.

Anyways, I'll bring you some better gifts once we're back, here, Mikey has a few words to write about as well.

I love you, Koko.

Angel I'm so sorry I didn't expect for any of that to happen

We're finishing the mission right now and as soon as I get back I'm taking you to have a better treatment

Actually I hope you're still at the hospital right now and Sanzu didn't just take you back home when they said you could be discharged

I'll fucking kill him if he did

Koko said you won't die but I'm still worried so take it easy and don't move and if you need anything the other executives are there

I promise I'll make it up to you

I love you so much so I hate that this happened

When I get back home you can kick me or slap me to make yourself feel better

But until we get back you better not move and try to escape

Honest this was just a mistake and we didn't mean to make you suffer like that

So stay right there

Don't try to leave me

I'll come back home immediately. Koko too. I'll kill the entire employees of that place and close down the shop just watch.

I love you angel and again, I'm sorry

♡♡♡

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