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anintrovertedechoe · 10 months

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QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION

what nicknames / terms of endearment do you think the brothers would call MC ?

to all the people who sent in prompt requests im so sorry it’s the illness i swear-

BUT ANYWAYS

Pet Names the Brothers Call MC

Lucifer

heart’s dearest

okay so i read this in a fic once and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine now i absolutely adore this pet name and fully believe Luce would call you this it’s canon guys there’s no room for objection

flower

you bloom in his presence and he will nourish your growth with everything he has to make sure you never wither away

darling

this one i think would be for either softer moments OR when he’s fed up with you and he’s like ‘darling, please get Cerberus off of you, he’s over 400 pounds it’s not safe for you to let him sit on you like that’ and ur jus like ‘hehe ouppy’

honorable mentions: dear/dearest, precious, dove, angel (teehee)

Mammon

treasure

cmon guys we all know that he would call you this it’s basically canon I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RAHHH 🗣️🗣️‼️ he’s so sweet my baby mwah mwah. I can’t see him calling you jewel or ruby or anything like that it’s too formal for him. maybe diamond ??

birdie

yk how crows are his familiars? yeah. plus whenever he looks at you he feels his heart soar and he thinks not even the sky is the limit when it comes to the two of you. you just make him so happy bro :(

sweetheart

once again i think this could be used for softer or sadder moments BUT also when he’s like being silly or cheeky w you hes so babygirl coded he so meow

honorable mentions: darlin’, babe/baby, angel (he would also call you this but it’s less intense and more casual), human

cmon u thought I would forget? ur always gna be his human :)

Leviathan

let’s be so fr he would be so HESITANT to call you anything he’s so cringefail (affectionate) but let’s see hmm

player two

he wouldn’t be like ‘my player two :)’ but he would call you that affectionately while talking to you he’s a gamer he can’t help it !! ur always by his side, the best teammate he cld ask for :(

star

he calls you star whenever he’s like super excited like if you defeat a really hard level for him or together WITH him it’s really cute but he gets all embarrassed afterwards dbsjskjebe

sunshine

okay so ik what y’all are thinking, no way mans has the guts to call you this BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s feeling vulnerable and sad and youre like the sun for him! he (lizard style) feels like he can bask in your warmth and you brighten his days. you’re comforting him while he’s resting his head on your shoulder and after a while he feels better, offering a shy smile and a, “thanks, sunshine.”

honorable mentions: henry, mana (u recharge him !!), oyster (he tried calling you pearl once but blurted out oyster instead. he doesn’t call you this but you refuse to let it go and he hates it #loserboy(affectionate))

Satan

kitten IM KIDDING IM KIDDING

my heart

cmon have you never heard his song ‘read my heart’ ??? you taught him how to love; you have such a tight grip on his heart that it might as well be yours by now

beautiful / gorgeous

this man is so smooth sometimes WITHOUT EVEN TRYING he genuinely finds you breathtaking he’s not even trying to be slick this is a genuine nickname for you,,,making kissy faces at him rn.

love / lovely / my love

he loves you send tweet. but he’s honestly so sweet and genuine about it. he has this precious small little smile on whenever he calls you it in public and he looks so boyish and sweet how can you not fall for him??? he left you with no choice

honorable mentions: my light, my fire, ladybird (regardless of gender)

Asmodeus

precious

you’re genuinely precious to him. this man adores you with every fiber of his being. you jus mean ??? everything to him???

cutie / cutiepie

ur just so adorable to him like LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HUMAN ??? adorable. when he’s feeling especially overwhelmed by you he pulls out the cutiepie and pinches your cheeks and sometimes it kinda hurts :(( dw tho he’ll treat you to an exclusive all inclusive asmo night just for the two of you if you let him know, so…no complaints here!

jewel

he may have been the jewel of the heavens but you’re by far the most precious jewel he has come across. he treats you like you’re priceless—only makes sense that the name fits the action.

honorable mentions: darling, sweetheart/sweetie, honey, lovely

Beelzebub

sweets

okay so he loves food but he doesn’t wanna call you something that’s OBVIOUSLY food related because he loves you in a different way he loves food yk??? and he wants you to know he sees you as more than that. so he calls you sweets because just thinking about you makes him feel like sugar’s melting softly on his tongue

flame

spoilers! yk the life candle incident thing? yeah. you basically are his life force with what you did. he’ll never forget that. you are his driving force, his life, his flame <3

bear

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD AT FIRST but just listen okay 😭 it started off as teddy bear when he first started to try and come up with pet names for you but he didn’t like how that made you sound because yeah you may be human but you are the strongest being he has ever had the honor of meeting ?? you make him feel so capable and strong but the fact that you also have his back makes him feel…strange (he has butterflies guys)

honorable mentions: buzz (bees make honey plus based off a hc of what MC calls the boys), baby, fire

(i had such a hard time with him guys 😭)

Belphegor

bug / lovebug

LISTEN. THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYING. (affectionate) he started calling you bug and you didn’t know where it came from and so you asked and he said ‘like a bedbug. bc ur annoying.’ he’s so mean i hate him :((( but he’s always been a bit of a brat what can u expect…definitely not him adding love to it. he called you lovebug when your guard was down and when you looked at him in shock the absolute cutest most sweet smile took over his face??? this is not fair cmon

bip / bips / bippy

it started as ‘personal body pillow’ bc belph is an entitled little mf and eventually got shortened to ‘bp’ pronounced ‘bip’ and then it evolved. complain all you want but you enable him by letting him use you as a personal pillow man. hes so cute when he shuts his mouth tho you can’t help it :((

bunny

he thinks its a cute nickname send tweet. but in all honestly belphie is sweet when he wants to be and he thinks ur super cute ! he usually calls you bunny when he’s teasing you but the name will slip out in an occasional moment of vulnerability <3

honorable mentions: babe, mommy (gn), buttercup, the first initial of your name

hopefully ygs like this i started struggling after a while 😭

parts of these come from bits of canon from my own inner world but honestly the boys all love you and are really sweet so ☹️🫶

beel and belphie were especially hard because i really think they would mostly just use variations of your name but I TRIED MY BEST HOPEFULLY IT WAS TO UR SATISFACTION

send an ask over if you want me to do the dateables or alternatively, what MC/you call the brothers!

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xxfaggatronxx · 21 days

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A bit of angst warning ‼️

I want Ghoap content but in an angsty, healing way after Johnny got shot, but…

Realistically.

I want the journey of Johnny waking up only to find his speech stuttered and hearing practically gone, Simon desperate to communicate, Johnny taking it in stride, if he can’t use his mouth, he’ll use his hands.

Learning BSL like he was born for it, and if he gets a little too animated, he reverts back to military hand signals. Simple words change until he can mutter or speak a little more, but he can’t fully recover. It hurts Simon the most that he can’t call into their house and have Johnny come tumbling out of their room like an overeager puppy to greet them.

Months of therapy and yet Soap can only mutter stuttered, soft words. It takes three years before Soap grunts one morning “Bonn-ie yoo a-wa—ke?”

Simon shoots up and Johnny looks surprised too, but he just grins and signs sadly ‘*Dunno if I can do that again soon, love,*’ Simon nods, and its only a few days later when he finds out Johnny was practicing his name, a stuttered “Si-mo—n,” as Johnny smiles and Simon tears up. ‘*I told you I would practice,*’ he signs.

I want the doctor to ask him to wriggle the toes in his left leg, and have the description of his face falling and Simon’s eyes widen some more: more problems to deal with, to live with, to overcome. Johnny refusing to have his left leg removed, the right one already in a brace from a previous injury. Simon pleads him to at least get a wheelchair, and he does.

Stuttered, scratchy, raspy cackles as he uses his arms to race through the hallways, pushing the wheels to see how fast and far he can go… until Simon races after him, a smiling yet scolding tone as they wheels Johnny back to his hospital room, even athoughs he pouts and his hands fly up in messy signs.

“Runnin’ from me, Johnny?”

‘*Wouldn’t have to if let leave*’ The Scot’s fingers a blur.

A few weeks later crutches become the more permanent option, and Soap limps around with a big grin on his face, acting like a cat as he bats at Gaz’s ankles with the end of a crutch. Teasingly taps Simon’s ass with the end of the pole until the Lieutenant, smiling and teasing, threatens to take them away.

He knocks Price’s papers off the table, getting a scowl, and then a small chuckle from the older man who mutters: ‘Gettin’ too good at using those, considered a weapon in your hands, MacTavish,”

I want Johnny waking up…. Different. Same Johnny, thank god, remembers them, but he forgot things. Some important things. What was he doing in the train tunnel?

‘On a mission’ Johnny scrawls with shaking hands

What was the goal of the mission? Johnny pauses and thinks, but the doctor shushes him, and leaves Johnny and Simon alone. Two weeks later, Johnny signs ‘Who’ and the sign for a question. Gaz is sitting with him, Price too. Simon was out getting lunch.

“Who what, mate?” Gaz asks, confused.

‘Who’ Johnny gives a questioning look, then makes the sign a moment later. Price frowns with Gaz, and Johnny looks frustrated, signing ‘who’ a couple more times, and pointing to his head.

“Oh… who shot you?” Price is quiet when Gaz speaks. Johnny nods, then does the sign. It was painful, reminding Johnny of Makarov. He had also forgotten who Laswell, Graves, and a few other people in his life were. He had even forgot that Price was his boss, had forgotten he had tattoos, forgotten he had been called ‘Soap’ once. He remembered serving, but not much else on the SAS track. He never really got his memory back, but he remembered the little things.

He even remembered Simon liked baby’s breath flowers. Johnny being wheeled past a window and making a loud ‘AH!’ Noise, waving his hand to get Simon’s attention as he clumsily pointed with a smile to the flowers outside. ‘*Your favorite*’ Johnny smiled, making Simon’s heart flutter.

And who cares if it’s five years down the line? When Johnny shows up to the award ceremony to promote Simon to Captain. He rolls in through the front doors, in a kilt and suit top. He stops his chair by the door, and Simon’s heart clenched: using the chair meant Johnny was having a really bad day with his legs.

And then he stands. No crutches, no wheels. Grinning as he limps up to Simon, their mouth open as their boyfriend limps forwards, and pins the new rank to his chest, smoothing his hand over their suit to wipe off the dust, then, wobbling, Johnny sinks to one knee, and speaks.

“Would-ould you ma-ke me the happ-iest m-man in the world-ld, and be my per-menen-t partner…,” Johnny paused and smiled, wobbling in his knee with happiness in his eyes, meeting Simon’s wide, disbelieving ones. “Simon…. Riley,” no stutter.

He really had been practicing.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #non binary simon riley #simon ghost riley #adhd john mactavish #john mactavish #mw2 #after modern warefare 3 #fuck cannon #captain price #kyle garrick

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aejeonghae · 13 days

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ย้อนวาสนารัก | reverse the fortunes of love

"ถ้าเราได้รักกันทุกชาติไปก็คงจะดีไม่น้อยเลย"

- "if we could love each other in every lifetime, it would be quite good."

"ไม่ต้องห่วงพี่จะทำให้เราได้รักกันทุกชาติ... ไม่ว่าชาตินี้หรือชาติหน้า...."

- "don't worry, i'll make sure we love each other in every lifetime... whether it's this life or the next..."

so, century of love is rumored to be based on the novel reverse the fortunes of love by pantanakan on tunwalai. this hasn't been confirmed but thai twitter is convinced so inter twitter is convinced lol

with no proper english translation available, i bring you my very poor attempt at a little break down of the novel.

✨ BIG SPOILERS. BIG BIG SPOILERS. ✨

also please note ‼️ trigger warning ‼️ : underage/age gap* (i'll explain more under the cut)

before diving in, i want to talk about the trigger warning. when i started combing through the novel, it wasn't mentioned ANYWHERE in the text itself that one of the characters is under age. it wasn't until i was doing one last check through on the story page that i noticed the character profiles which is the only place the age of this character is mentioned. since it's not mentioned in the novel itself you can ignore it or not...

✨ characters ✨

pansaeng 'pan' tontrakarn

- name meanings: a thousand lights (as bright as the sun)

- 22 years old ; 4th year history major

- good at sports, especially muay thai. he's weak at love and always feels like he's waiting for someone he'll love at first sight

⭐ pan is the present day version of khun suriyen (meaning sun), a civil servant of the royal thai chamberlain regiment (i'm not 100% on this translation but i tried) who was assassinated at the age of 20.

phopduean 'duean' wattanaroj

-name meanings: world of the moon (month; reincarnation)

- 19 years old ; 1st year english major

- there isn't much characterization for him 😐 but overall he seems to have a calm and cool personality. especially doesn't like pan.

⭐ duean is the present day version of bulan (meaning moon), a merchant's son that is polite, kind, and beautiful. at fifteen (15), he is traded into suriyen's family to pay off debts.

one day, while running late for the first day of the new term, pansaeng bumps into duean on the train platform. when pan hands a paper back to duean, their hands brush and his ears ring and a voice speaks in his head:

"if there is a next life, may the person who is hurt be phi. may phi be the one who loves me while i never have feelings for you at all!"

for pan, this was love at first and so he attempts to flirt with duean any chance he gets, but he's constantly rejected.

"i want to please the one i like."

"but i don't like you."

ultimately, on a day pan is once again rejected, he walks around campus and he's struck by a potted plant falling from above him. this knocks him out.

300 years in the past, bulan, the only son of a merchant, and his father, are traveling to the capital when they decide to stop for a rest. bulan is attacked by some jerks but is saved by a young man with whom he falls in love with at first sight. when bulan and his dad reach their destination, bulan is surprised to find out it's the family home of the young man who saved him: khun suriyen.

even more surprising is that bulan's father intends to trade him in repayment to a debt he owes to suriyen's family. meanwhile, suriyen's mom decides that her son and bulan will have an arranged marriage, which suriyen immediately hates.

suriyen treats bulan harshly every day, always going out of his way to make bulan cry. he constantly tells bulan he hates him, and even after they are married, refuses to share a room with him which hurts bulan feelings even more.

"in this life, i have the good fortune of being with you, but i have no luck in love. because i am as low as mud, it would not be appropriate for me to love you."

as for suriyen, he is working secretly to stop rebels aiding the burmese and one night he leaves with a list of names. as he sets off into the forest, he is attacked by khlai, his former friend and a member of the guard, before he can deliver the list. while he lays beaten and dying, he thinks of bulan. he's actually been in love with him from the beginning but resented the arranged marriage and doesn't like that bulan's dad basically sold off his only son to repay a debt. suriyen feels guilty for everything he did to bulan and with his last few moments alive, he makes a wish.

"i wish i could come back and tell my love to bulan, to change everything that happened."

in the present-ish time, after being knocked out by the plant, pansaeng wakes up and finds himself 300 years in the past with a boy who resembles duean calling himself bulan while pan himself resembles suriyen. even suriyen's mom looks like pan's deceased mom.

pan and bulan grow close, since bulan reminds him of duean just without the constant rejection. one day they go pick lotus together and pan kisses bulan. they also both end up soaking wet after falling into the lake. there's almost an undressing moment when they return to the house but pansaeng is called to meet with phraya san, one of suriyen's colleagues, who asks about the list of names.

pansaeng's history knowledge has helped him navigate suriyen's day to day life thus far but when he's forced to recall suriyen's final moments, he develops a headache and passes out. after he's recovered, he pokes around suriyen's room and finds his diary. inside, he reads about suriyen's life, the tensions with the burmese, and the rebels. he also discovers that suriyen did really love bulan. he hides the diary when bulan comes in and goes with him to the market.

as they shop around, bulan is bullied by narong, the son of phra phontep and his servants. pan steps --revealing that "suriyen" is alive-- and he uses his muy thai skills to kick the servants' butts. narong flees and tells his dad suriyen is alive as we find out it was phonthep that order for suriyen to be assassinated.

the next day, phra phontep and narong show up at casa de suriyen so phra phontep can see for himself that suriyen is alive as well as to gauge what he remembers. pan, because he read suriyen's diary, knows the two are suspected rebels and plays up his head injury and memory loss -- but not without being a little shit about it (pan has a foul mouth lol).

when the dirty duo goes to leave, narong attempts to bother bulan again but pan ofc steps in. narong leaves angry and afterwards, pansaeng tells bulan he loves him. (yes... that fast lol)

"from now on, let's start over... whatever i did that made bulan sad, i'm sorry. forgive me."

bulan accepts this and also confesses his feelings to "suriyen". the two kiss and embrace and crazy ass fucking pansaeng decides that they will consummate their wedding that night.🫠 end of chapter ten.

chap 11 is an NC chap (i saved up my keys on tunwalai to unlock this 🫠) so... true to his word, pansaeng sleeps with bulan. the next morning, suriyen's mom returns from a trip (she left?????) and notices how happy her son and bulan look. she talks with bulan, discussing the change of heart suriyen had. bulan worries that suriyen will regain his old memories and hate him again. later bulan shares these fears with pansaeng and he assures bulan that will never happen.

"don't worry, even though there are some things i don't remember, the feelings i have for bulan i will always remember [...] i love you so much."

pansaeng says this partly as himself, and partly for suriyen since he'd read his diary and knew his feelings for bulan.

"no matter what life you're in, i'll remember you."

the next chapter begins in a hut far from the city where khlai and phonthep are having a secret meeting. narong, who is there as well, tells khlai that suriyen is still alive and to go see for himself. we learn khlai had accepted the assassination job against suriyen because he was removed from the guard and was jealous of suriyen.

khlai finds "suriyen" at the market, meeting with colleagues and discussing the list of rebel names in a tavern. khlai is shocked and when he goes to leave, he knocks bulan over. the commotion draws pansaeng's attention and he comes over. khlai freaks, having a vision of a bloody suriyen left to die, and draws his knife. "suriyen" steps between him and bulan, getting slashed in the arm for his effort. khlai runs away and ends up dropping something that jun, bulan's close personal servant, picks up. it's the bamboo tube of rebel names that khlai had taken off suriyen's body.

back at the suriyen house, pansaeng ofc uses the stab wound to get bulan to baby him. the two start getting lovey-dovey but are interrupted by jun who gives bulan the bamboo tube. when pansaeng takes the tube, he has a vision of last day leading up to his death and hears suriyen's last wish in his head. pansaeng feels that he now knows why he was sent back in time.

pan wants to take the list of names to phraya san but bulan doesn't want him to leave, worried that something will happen to him. pan promises he'll return and sets off in the night.

this goes as you'd expect lol pan is attacked by khlai as well as narong and his lackies. as khlai and pan fight, khlai guesses that this "suriyen" isn't the real suriyen, surprising pan but he continues to play stupid. pansaeng beats khlai back and escapes but khlai eventually catches up to him. the two tussle and pansaeng tries to get khlai to see reason but khlai says there's no point since he's a rebel working for phonthep now. after saying that, a sword rips through his chest and he slumps over, revealing narong and his goon squad.

pan isn't very skilled in sword fighting and even though he beats narong's lackies, he is overpowered by narong after being slashed in the stomach. just as narong is about to cut him down for good, narong is stabbed.... through the chest.... from behind (mmm whatcha say~) by bulan!

while they continue to phraya san's, bulan reveals a shocking secret: he's known all along that the "suriyen" now isn't the suriyen from before. on the night the real suriyen died, bulan had followed him and found where he was buried and dug up his body, cremating it so his soul could be at rest.

"you and khun phi are the same person... just living at different times."

pan apologizes for not telling bulan sooner but bulan is more concerned pan's bleeding wound. pan asks if bulan hates him but bulan says he could never hate him. pansaeng then reveals that suriyen loved him deeply, but just didn't like the forced marriage and bulan's dad for trading his only son to repay a debt.

"i would like to accept the responsibility of loving and watching over you." (pansaeng to bulan)

they finally make it to phraya san's and give him the list of names. the rebels are captured and arrested, including phonthep, and they're put to death. pansaeng feels that suriyen can be at peace with the mission completed.

we're at chap 17 which is another NC chap 🤡 when the two are in bed together, pansaeng teases bulan and says the other bulan (duean) doesn't like him at all and bulan says to forgive that version of him. there's some mpreg talk 🫠 pan wants to impregnate bulan and bulan says if helps raise them, he can do it as much as he wants. after all THAT shsjwjjsjs pan says that even if he has to go back to his own time, he'll always love and miss bulan.

for a time, they live in peace until the burmese make an assault on ayutthaya, invading the city. pansaeng aware of what's to come, helps evacuate bulan, suriyen's mom, and a few servants. to keep the rebel soldiers away from them, pan tells jun to get them to the shelter suriyen had built.

pansaeng fights off the rebel soldiers but finds himself overpowered. as he's about to be struck down, bulan steps in front of the blade and is fataly wounded. in a rage, pansaeng kills all of the rebels before returning to bulan's side.

"i'm happy to have met you... i'm happy that you told me you love me. i ask, may we be able to love each other. together... for eternity."

bulan dies in pansaeng's arms and he is devastated. while mourning over bulan's body--suriyen's spirit appears and tells pan he must return to his own time. pan doesn't want to leave bulan but his spirit also appears.

"i have to follow khun phi to the next life so the two of us can be together."

eventually, pan accepts that he has to return to his time and a golden light surrounds them and then pan is gone. suriyen and bulan hold hands and also disappear together to be reborn in a world where they can love each other and be together forever.

pansaeng wakes up in his condo in the present. he realizes it's the first day of the new school term -- the day he meets duean -- and rushes to get dressed so he makes it to the platform in time. after awhile he doesn't see duean and gets discouraged, deciding to board the train so he isn't late. suddenly, duean runs toward him and hugs him. pan realizes duean now has bulan's memories (and personality) and duean explains that he's been seeing bulan in his dreams, telling duean of suriyen and pansaeng.

pansaeng declares then boyfriends but duean doesn't agree, saying hasn't flirted with or hit on him and not to skip steps. pan agrees and says from now on he'll be hitting on him.

"their hearts still have love for each other, no matter what life they are in."

#century of love #century of love the series #century of love spoilers #daouoffroad #daou pittaya #offroad kantapon #well 🫠🤡🫠 my brain hurts lol #text post #the vibes of this novel and what open label has released are very VERY different s #novel tag

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philistiniphagottini · 3 months

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HELLO!! 😋 I hope you're doing good today! I don't know if you write/specialize In comfort fics/drabbles but, I've been dwelling on something for some time.

and I just wanted to drop off a request for a comfort drabble between a really melancholic, like maybe even outright miserable reader who (lets just say after a very intense fight with someone, that mostly insisted of reader being put down), decides to visit yugi muto to cheer themselves up, but yugi definitely picks up on reader's distress and after some poking from him,- reader just finally cracks and allows yugi to see their tears?

there doesn't even have to be a lot of comforting,, just the idea alone of reader allowing themselves to cry near someone and being held brings me solace 😭‼️

(hope this doesn't come over as random or burdensome!! remember to take care ^_^ 💟)

Hello again! I'm doing fine thank you. I hope you're doing well. I do write comfort fics, because I lowkey project with most of them. And I think Yugi would be so good at being comforting and understanding, my sweet, little bean boy. Thanks for sending in a request, hope you enjoy.

cw. hurt/comfort

Yugi could tell something wasn't right the moment you stepped into his small, humble game shop. The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped through, letting it click shut with a gentle nudge of your foot. Yugi’s ears perked up at the familiar sound, his eyes immediately flicking in your direction as he sat behind the front counter. You greeted your long-time friend with a small wave and a smile adorning your lips. A beaming smile stretched Yugi’s lips, only to slowly dissipate as his bright gaze scanned your features. Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Is everything alright?" Yugi asked.

You bristled at the sudden question, not expecting it to be the first words that left his lips. You nodded in response, forcing your smile more as you silently held back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Of course" you replied, your own voice sounding foreign to your ears.

That was a blatant lie. No, you were not fine. You felt like absolute shit. And the only thing that you felt that could make you feel better was being in Yugi’s comforting presence. You stood awkwardly at the door, refusing to move closer as Yugi continued to scrutinize you. He had known you for so long he could tell when something was bothering you. He tried to ignore the small sting when you brushed his concern off, your little lie obvious even to him. Your tongue wet your dry lips as your nervous gaze flickered around the room before finally focusing back to Yugi. You hesitated with your next question.

"Why…do you ask?"

Yugi offered you a patient smile as he stepped out from behind the counter. He took a few slow steps in your direction, stopping several feet short as he peered up at you through dark lashes. He bashfully rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck, ruffling the dark strands of baby hair as his smile turned sheepish.

"It, uh…kind of looks like you got a gloomy little cloud following you around" he said, hoping that the small joke would break the tension weighing in the air.

It didn't. His answer only made your shoulders slump. A weary sigh fell from your parted lips, your smile faltering as the cracks in your facade started to finally show.

"Is it that obvious?" you asked in a despondent tone.

No, it wasn't. Yugi was just extremely good at picking up on the subtle indicators that gave away your true mood. A frown rugged at his lips as he scanned you from up close, noting the way your entire body slouched like there was a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. You looked tired; the heavy, puffy bags under your eyes a clear indication that you had been rubbing the skin raw for quite some time. The thought of you crying was enough to make the young man’s heart ache for you.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Yugi gently prodded.

He had the purest of intentions at heart. He didn't like to see you suffer in any way. He wanted to know what was bothering and help if he possibly could. He didn't like prying but he hoped that you could see that his concern was coming from a place of kindness. You did recognise that and it only made the deep ache in your bones worse. You knew that Yugi was only trying to be kind to you yet you hated burdening him with your miserable feelings, struggling even now to be vulnerable to someone you held so dear to you.

But you think you're at your limit. You didn't think you could keep up this poor excuse of a charade much longer. Your mind was exhausted from the intense, heated argument that you had just come from. You had been belittled and it had cut you deep, those words echoing in your ears and haunting you on your short walk to this safe haven. So, when Yugi asked you again if you were okay, you couldn't find the strength in you anymore to lie.

A constellation of tears clung to your lashes as you started to shake your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stifled the pathetic sob that wanted to crawl out of your throat. You swallowed around the lump that got stuck, a tight knot sitting heavy in your lungs as you looked at Yugi with tearful eyes.

"No, I'm not okay" you croaked, voice threatening to crack with each word.

A mix of emotions swirled in Yugi’s chest. He was elated that you finally trusted him to admit how you were feeling and utterly devastated at the sad look painted across your features. For a moment, he became paralysed as you struggled to fight back your tears in a losing battle, a few crystalline beads slipping down your cheeks as you tried desperately to steady your breathing. The tips of his fingers felt numb as he held out his hands, voice calm as he tried to soothe your raging thoughts.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You immediately shook your head, unable to verbally respond without fear of your heart jumping straight out of your throat. You would tell him, but not right now. The gears in Yugi’s head continued to turn as he thought of something else, mind and heart itching to soothe your pain to the best of his ability.

"Do you want a hug?"

As soon as the words left his lips, you quickly close the distance that lingered between you. A bright flush of heat enveloped his face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him straight into a tight embrace. Yugi gasped for breath as you nearly suffocated him in your crushing grip, holding onto him so tightly like you feared he was suddenly going to dissipate into thin air. With a patient smile he endured, politely placing his hands in the middle of your back as your tears silently wet the collar of his shirt.

"It's okay, let it out" Yugi murmured with a soothing voice. "You can cry as much as you need."

Neither of you were sure how long you stood there holding onto each other, but each passing moment made the maelstrom of emotions swelling inside of you just a little bit more bearable. Yugi awkwardly cleared his throat to break the silence, hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as he tried to gain your attention.

"Do you want to go upstairs? It's a bit more private up there."

For a moment you had briefly forgotten that you were having a breakdown in the middle of his grandpa’s game shop and anyone could stumble open this utter train wreck you were currently experiencing. You quickly nodded your head, reluctantly parting from the warm embrace. As Yugi stepped away you gently grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing his hand. He offered no word of complaint as he led the way, squeezing your hand back in reassurance.

#my writing #yugioh dm #yugi mutou #yugi mutou x reader #yugi muto x reader #x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #gender neutral reader

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kamiversee · 2 months

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SPARE AN EAR M’LADY👂🤺🤺 I came with some song suggestions:

Geto -> Partition by Beyoncé -> OKOK THIS SONG HAD BEEN FROLICKING IN MY MIND WHEN I READ CHAPTER 6 where geto was teasing the hell outta the reader in his driver’s car omfggg (also this song is fitting for the fun short lived fuck buddy relationship the two had because their tension was HIGHERRR than the temperature of my broke for shit thermostat on Monday & Thursday mornings) || Honorable mentions: Don’t Tell ‘Em by Jeremih & Like That by 1600j (This last song can also be for Sukuna cause sometimes he’s kindaaaa 😫😩)

Gojo -> Passionfruit by Drake -> Now this song.. mmm well I chose this song because its lyrics and overall tone parallel the gradually falling relationship between gojo and the reader. As the reader grows closer with choso, gojo painfully watches from afar. Yet, he lets it happen, silently remaining on the side and loving from a distance of a relationship that is slowly fading with each fleeting minute, especially with the list being finished. Fading that had been caused from the barriers placed more so by him because of his avoidance to explain his reasonings and motives with the list, refusal to remove the reader from completing the list, and the obvious distance between them as a resultant of the chaos from it all. In the end he can regret and reflect upon everything as many times as possible, but the aftermath of such actions are irrevocable. He comes to be aware of it, but it crashes down on him at once. Whatever happened, happened, and the reader went through messy time periods of pain and suffering, not to mention is still left to confusion since she never was given a proper answer to why she, out of anyone else he could’ve picked, was the one who had to clear the entire list alone. In that blurry midst is where she found choso, and he became to her the man that gojo longingly desired to be. To be the face to catch her smiles and looks, to hold her close, to kiss, to comfort, to get lost in her voice, to be the subject of her attention and adoration, to make her heart skip a beat or two, to share his life with, to be one with. God, he missed the opportunity for it all. At this point, this was his chance at liberating her… even if it killed him on both the internally and externally to let her out of his life. There’s only so much he can do. It’s bittersweet but genuine, knowing how gojo wants the best for her, seeing the damage actually done only in hindsight. What is more saddening is the fact that had he approached her normally from the beginning, he had the potential to already win her heart and affection since she liked him too. They could’ve been together and he could’ve bared his infinite love all to her in a way that didn’t have to hurt them both, but that route is may now just only left to the spiraling world of endless what ifs and imaginations. Nonetheless, his heart, unrequited or not, remains burning eternally solely for her.. even if alone. (My heart may or may not be trembling rn as a gojo girlie—fuckkk‼️⁉️💔💔💔 #STILLWANTHIMSOVERYBAD) || Honorable mentions: 3005 by Childish Gambino, Aphrodite by Rini, Because of You by Ne-Yo, Not Around by NOVA, & Is It A Crime by Sade

Choso -> Butterflies by Michael Jackson -> The love choso has for the reader had struck me as something tender yet mesmerizingly elevating. The essence of this song portrays exactly that with how smooth and catchy the tune falls on the ears of the listener. Personally with MJ being one of my favorite singers, the way he delivers this music makes me feel the same way as when I read a precious moment between choso and the reader. It’s of a sweet and passionate quality. In a way, it’s distinguishably special; essentially what choso feels whenever he is around her. His mood is almost always lifted when she’s alongside him and it shows in his words and expressions. Hell—so much so that he got a tattoo on his body to remember her by, a tangible declaration of his unwavering love towards her. He was even contemplating getting it initially on his NECK! HIS NECK I SAYYYY 🗣️ Even through stressful times, he couldn’t muster the will to not love her. Stuff he didn’t dare share with anyone (rightfully so), he was willing to tell the reader, being transparent, which means a lot to her. Now, I’m not glazing him to say he’s perfect as no one really is perfect in this story, but when put into perspective after everything and everyone, he’s ultimately well suited for the reader. He’s in love with her to the core, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. So yeah, this song naturally sprouted into mind ^^ || Honorable mentions: Raining Love by KYLE & Get You by Daniel Caesar

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THE GASP I GASPED.

First off, I love you. Music is my heart and SOUL and istg the world is lucky I’m not a musically talented person BC IF I WAS…

Anywho, thank you for these songs & eloquently put breakdowns 🥹 the descriptions are beautiful, I agree with every song listed here AAAAND. We have a similar music taste so Ilysm.

AND PASSIONFRUIT IS MY FAV DRAKE SONG OF ALL TIME SO THTS KINDA CRAZY😭 I’ve said it before but I think a lot of what I listen to comes out in my works pretty often so the fact that you found songs tht I was listening to as I wrote majority of these chapters is just so amazing to me <3

Again, the descriptions & correlations are perfect, you’re amazing, Ily.

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: 🧠

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keefsteef · 11 months

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AIN'T TALKIN BOUT LOVE - EP. 1

Citizens of Vanhalenville, WELCOME to Ain't Talkin Bout Love - a pile of rambling that I'm pretending is my podcast, where we talk about ANYTHING but love for our creatures 👺

Just kidding... obviously I love them down lmaooo. This'll be a lighthearted situation type deal. To get this disclaimer out the way, I am not anti David anti Sammy or anti Gary, I'm pro them all, so if I happen to be ripping into Samuel (which I will be 🤣,)that is not a testimony of me believing in David superiority blah blah blah, they're all gonna GET THE SMOKE if necessary. (Especially DAVID 🤣)

🙄. The fact I even have to disclaim that makes me chuckle but you know how it e-is , you always get a select few that suddenly possess all-knowing oracle powers and can tell you who you hate or don't hate 🔥🧠🔥‼️

ANYWAY let's get this shitshow on the road, hello I'm Raeyeon, call me Rae...or if calling me keefsteef tickles your tingle fine🤩... whatever works🤩...

TODAY, we'll be chatting about one of the possible reasons for the notorious "Alexander doesn't speak to Samuel" ordeal that quite frequently makes blog cameos in the form of some snarky joke. But really, it's hard to chuckle at as a citizen of alexanderopolis, because that just means he'll keep hiding from us 😭 kiss seeing him playing drums in the sun GOODBYE, BELOVED...

So to briefly recap it if you aren't aware, Samuel wants to do a reunion (yes, I know without Edward it'd be extremely bittersweet, but nonetheless still a nice tribute) but Mr. Alexander Arthur Van Halen is NOT DOWN FOR IT, and will not return any emails or calls.

I know we can easily put grieving at responsibility for this,which at this point I'm sure is the case, but correct me if I'm wrong, Samuel hadn't been keeping in contact with Alexander even when Edward was still around. I knowwww obviously the drama over the leaving of the band has a huge role, but here are MY PERSONAL SPECULATIONS 😩‼️

Samuel, beloved...I'm not delusional enough to think you'd read this, but talking in the pov that you are...there's plainly things you KEEP TO YOURSELF when you expect to keep a friendship.

The majority of us are probably aware of his book called RED where he spills tea (a bit too much tea in my opinion 😩) and what not, the extreme of it regarding Edward and his drug usage. I also saw the way he went about it to be quite insensitive, it almost felt like a haha let's laugh at this crackhead type of storytelling than a "gee eddies far gone and I feel bad".

I'm SURE he meant it to be more of a feel bad situation, but he's human, humans fuck up and make mistakes.

This was a big fuck up lmaooo. We KNOW Alexander loves his brother, and I personally think that he's well enough of a grown man to not hold a silly grudge over leaving...quitting... kicking out, whatever drama. (I've already shared my THOUGHTS on that fiasco 😭)

I think he's refusing to contact Samuel, because he's probably hurt about the way he aired Edward out.

I would be too. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone that seemed to kick my blood when they were down. Samuel is an INTELLIGENT MAN, so every time I hear him go "lol idk why he won't call me back"

BELOVED 👺👺👺👺🔪🔪🔪🔪, DON'T ACT DENSE!

Obviously...I am a stranger and obviously this is my observative opinion, Samuel could've apologized to Alexander already and in Taurus fashion he pulled a "forgiveness granted, trust and friendship denied" move, but if that's not the case...

SAAAAMMMUELLLLL needs to stop trying to force a music reunion, and instead needs to invite Alexander to Cabo and talk things out man to man. (And maybe take selfies for vanhalenville 😩😩🤩💅🏽🤪)

Neither of them are getting any younger, and it just saddens me to think of the possibility they'll never talk again. But yeah, I see that Samuel has quite the tendency to enjoy opening his mouth and sharing stories...but he really needs to have a bit more awareness about the type of stories he shares.

I'm sure there's things to talk about without getting all down and dirty and personal. Take notes from Michael Anthony 😩‼️

Anyway...this was quite a WAY TO KICK OFF WASN'T IT 🤣. I've been wanting to have a little chitter chatter about this for the longest time, but I wanted to sort of establish myself as a blog first so I wouldn't get "you hate Sammy" accusations 😭

I loooove Mr. Red Rockers curly headed self, but he for real needs to quit playing these games and make things right. An apology, if he's already given it, means nothing when you continue to do what you apologized for.

THANKS FOR TUNING IN 🤩❤️, NEXT we'll talk about Mr. Diamond David Gigolo Tarzan Atomic Punk Whoever Whatever Lee Roth!

I've got some interesting things to expand on about him...word in the STREETS is on the 1978 tour, he was really just a cute cozy little bookworm and all that hooping blabber mouth persona was just that... A persona.

MUAH!

#classic rock #van halen #aint talkin bout love blogcast

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runa-falls · 10 months

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WHA HELLO?? YOUR WRITING SLAPS!!

if you're still doing these can i uuuu request shippping game?? :) (atsv my mind only thinks about atsv)

im a 5'6 dude, black spikey/fluffy hair with snakebites >:)

im a ballsy character, i play a dangerous game with death on the daily. i do things because i CAN‼️i tend not to back down from tasks dares given to me.

i am clueless yet painfully aware of things at all times

Sometimes my first impressions are rough and messy but if you play your cards and figure me out i could be the most loyal person known to man!!! i would shove my hand in a meat grinder for u :D

i speak with sarcasm alot of the time, i make jokes for myself but i always appreciate those who laugh gehegehehe

im a stonerr fella, i walk places and look at nature n shit always!! its how i spend alot of my free time, along with drawing comics and occasionally videogames.

im a night person, youll never catch me awake during the day time :(

after getting through my messy outward persona im an easy going guy, ill drop whatever im doing to hang / help friend s ^_^

(THANKYOU IF YOU DO THIS YA YA :)!!!)

MIGUEL OR STEVEN IDK FUCKING WHY BUT JUST TAKE IT (YEAH YOU GET TWO BC AHHH)

you need someone that'll put you in your place (while you try to put them in their's) and someone to stare at you in awe as you almost die from doing something utterly chaotic.

ooo, miguel gets so pissed at you when you put yourself in dangerous situations and he needs to save you. he gets even angrier when you act stubborn and refuse his help. honestly he constantly seems so done with you, but that's just because he doesn't want to show you how much he cares and how fucking worried he is when you attempt to scale a five story building in the middle of the night.

steven gets worried too, but he thinks you're too much of a badass to actually get hurt. you and steven regularly get into trouble with miguel bc you do dumb shit and steven enables it 💀

miguel enjoys your sarcasm (he likes sarcastic people + he is sarcastic) but sometimes steven doesn't understand if you're being sarcastic or not (but he still tries to laugh even when he doesn't know what he's laughing at!). you're kind of the glue that brings miguel and steven together because they both enoy your company and love you very much, but they're from completely different worlds.

miguel is an early sleep and early riser bc he always has things to take care of. steven is a late sleeper and late riser (though he's forced to wake up early for work). you'll always have a cuddle buddy whenever you seek one of them out bc they both cannot deny you.

#anon #shipping game #miguel o'hara x male!reader x steven grant #I THINK ITS A LEGIT SHIP THAT NEEDS TO BE TAGGED

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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(Khajit!!! 💰🪙💰🪙💰🪙💰♋👛♋👛🪙👛♋👛)

"What do you mean you're kicking me out?" Alma demanded as her entire family, the two little ones hiding behind their big sisters, glared at her and stood against her.

They had packed her things in a bag and threw it at her demanding she leave Casita at once. They were kicking her out of her home.

"There's more of us than you. You can find somewhere in town to stay. We're staying in Casita. Now leave!" Pepa demanded with a thundercloud over her head.

"We don't want you anywhere near the children after you hurt them. Hurt them because of something you caused." Bruno scowled, their papa had told the triplets about the family curse when they had turned twenty. And they knew it was their mother's fault it had reawakened.

"Besides. Casita made her choice clear in who she wants to stay and who she wants to leave hasn't she?" Julieta asked referring to how Casita had refused to let them leave and instead used her tiles to shove Alma towards the door instead.

"Mama? Who's that man holding the candle?" Mirabel asked her mama curiously, lightly tugging on her apron with one of her four arms and pointing with the other at the candle coming down the stairs seeming to be floating.

To Alma there was no one there. To the Housebroken members of the family he was plain as day.

"That's your Abuelo mariposa." Julieta said smiling at her youngest and patting her head. Alma felt her breath be knocked out of her.

"Wh-wha?" Alma wondered what she meant. Was this a prank? Some sick prank or form of revenge?

"We're part animal. Animals can see what humans can't. Including spirits. We've been able to see papa since we were eleven years old." Pepa said and she finally took off her head band fully and let her tail drop from her dress to show her fox features in full.

"He was cursed too just like we are. It's a family curse. He broke it before he met you but...well you woke it up in us." Bruno said coldly.

"Abuelo is a lion!" Camilo said amazed as the candle was lowered to Mirabels height.

"Papa next time you mark someone as the next candleholder please give a sign that's what you're doing instead of just erasing her door in front of everyone." Julieta said sighing at her father's sheepish words as Mirabel was handed the candle which lit up brilliantly in her hands.

Alma was just standing there stunned as the flame flickered playfully and made Mirabel giggle as something ruffled her hair.

KHAJIT‼️‼️‼️💰💰💰💰💰

AND I LOVE THAT FOR THEM🤲🤲 YES, KICK HER OUT. Clearly Casita and Pedro agree 😩👊 Alma was bamboozled asl when they were just. Talking to and about Oedro. Couldn’t believe her ears, she probably thought he was going crazy when she saw the candle floating. Pedro probably was so happy that they decided to stay <333 Love that for them.

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto camilo #encsnto bruno #encanto alma #encanto pedro #housebroken au #housebroken

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little-lee-froggie · 1 year

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So, when I wrote this, I haven’d slept in over 35 hours, and so bring to you a sleep deprived rant on why fruits basket is perfect and I love it. This may contain spoilers, as well as things you might find triggering.‼️ Please read with caution, as I will be taking about abuse a lot in this post‼️

Now with that, it’s time for me to rant about this show

Part one: The phycology

So to start, we have Torou, who comes across as seemingly perfect, almost to perfect. However, this isn’t for just a so-called perfect heroine that’s only problem is that she’s clumsy. Torou takes on the role of the person who takes care of herself and her friends as a response to the trauma of loosing her mom. Helping people, making sure other’s are happy, that is how Torou copes. She does this to be to others what she misses so much, and hopes this will help her be able to burry her sadness away. This isn’t just you cliché cutesy girl main character for a romance anime, she’s so much more then that.

Next, I’ll talk about Yuki’s trauma. He was taught from a young age that he was unlovable, gaslit and manipulated by Akito almost his whole life. He has fear of abandonment because of this and learned how to be this perfectly mannered young man because he’s afraid people will leave him if they know what he’s actually like. Enter Torou, who has this unconditional love for him, no matter what. Throughout the show, he is shown to be getting more comfortable showing his real self because he was shown that he isn’t unlovable. As he learns and grows, he starts to slowly make a start at recovery from Akito’s abuse. With the help of Torou, he feels good about himself, he’s allowing himself to laugh and. It may seem small, but just someone caring and showing love helps a lot In the proses of recovery for Yuki.

Next, Kyo. Kyo had been told from a young age that he was a disgrace to the family because he was the cat spirit, only being accepted by his mother after he sealed away his true form with his bracelet. Even his only friend at the time, Kagura, was afraid of his true form. Even if someone accepted him as the cat, no one had ever accepted his true form. Akito used this as a manipulation tactic to keep Kyo from disobeying. However, his guilt gets worse when his mother commits suicide from the stress of having her child be the cat. Kyo internalizes this, and ends up feeling even worse about himself. Eventually, his master took him in, and Kyo finally felt what it was like to be truly loved by a paternal figure, since his biological father resents him for being the cat spirit and causing the death of his wife. But despite being happy where he his with his master, he refuses to believe that he is worthy of being his master’s son, and gets offended on his masters behalf when referred to as such. Eventually, he goes to live with Shigure, Yuki, and Torou. Torou showed him love as well, unconditional love, and was the only person who not only accepted him no matter what, but also didn’t show any fear, or I guess not let the fear stop her from accepting and being there for Kyo, other then maybe his master. When Kyo’s true form is revealed around the end of season 1, not only does Torou fully accept him, she runs to him despite her fear, despite the fact that she’s afraid of Kyo’s true form. When Kyo sees her after he runs away from the house, he tries to make her not care anymore, afraid that Torou might meet the same fate as Kyo’s mom. Convinced that her caring about him will only hurt Torou. But despite his greatest attempt at making Torou resent him, she stays by his side and helps him turn back from his true form.

Part two: Sweet storyline

So, not only does Torou fully accept Kyo and Yuki for who they are, she actively embraces it, wanting to meet the other members of the zodiac. She shows the same kind of unconditional love to the rest of the zodiacs she meets, becoming a very important part of all of their lives, with my favourite example being Kisa. Kisa was bullied for her appearance, which was the way it was because of her being a member of the zodiac. She stopped speaking, became closed off and protective of herself. But Torou was there, Torou showed her a kind of love and adoration Kisa wasn’t used to, and through that she became very attached to Torou, with every time Kisa goes to visit, we basically only see her not with Torou once after she gets attached to her up to the point I’ve watched to. Torou shows all the members of the zodiac the love they crave, the acceptence they need. Look at Yuki’s relationship with her; Yuki was the first zodiac to become properly acquainted with her, growing to care for her deeply. The only time we see him seem truly happy and himself for most of the show are when he’s with Torou. Yuki is a very closed off person, trying to protect himself and not let anyone get to close, but Torou shows him that he does need to be afraid, that he is able to be loved. It’s a really sweet relationship dynamic, and I love it.

Part 3: Conclusion

This show manages to be so dark, yet so cute and sweet. It goes deep into things like generational trauma, manipulation, abuse, and other dark things, but it still has this happy feel to it, and has genuinely lovely characters with complex emotions and experiences, all of them having stuffed some amount of trauma, and we explore the effects and response of that trauma with them. This show seems like it would be boring or that all the characters would be one-dimensional, but they all have different sides to themselves and really good story building. On the surface, it’s just another romance anime with pretty men and a over clumsy yet cute and domestic girl as the main character, but it’s not. The show isn’t even about romance, really, it’s about how much one person supporting you can help, and how people are so much more then what you see. It’s about unconditional love of all kinds, about giving support to the people you care about. It’s such a well written show, and if this wasn’t enough for you to figure it out, I HIGHLY recommend you watch it if you haven’t already. Even if it doesn’t seem like something you would enjoy on the surface, even if you don’t like anime or romance, you should give it a try because it’s so much more “haha pretty man turn into animal and doesn’t have clothes when he comes back”(which doesn’t happen extremely often), it’s a truly beautiful show, and it goes deep into the phycological effects of abuse, neglect, isolation, loosing parents, generational trauma, and so much more, as well as how to start healing. Seriously, go watch fruits basket, it’s amazing.

#fruits basket #tohru honda #yuki sohma #kyo sohma #kisa sohma #akito sohma #phycology in anime #show recommendations #ranting #go watch the show #watch it

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sincerecinnamon · 5 months

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My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.

Grrrrrrrr WOOF WOOF‼️

#im the alpha so shut‼️‼️ /j/j/j/j #shitpost

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broijuswannareadsmut · 2 years

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Being Ran Haitani’s FWB (friend w benefits)

A/n: tbh this idea jus sparked in my head while I was going through the TR smut tag sooo yeah 😊 specifically this post by @rxnswhxre this might be OOC but I’m not sure

Content warnings ‼️: Switch!reader switch!Ran, g/n pronouns, female anatomy mentioned, pet names (doll,pretty,gorgeous etc), swearing, consumption of 🍻🍺 , use of 🍃, driving while under the influence, slight possessiveness, jealousy, angry s#x sorta, mutual pining, objectification, creampie, orgasm denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m and f receiving), humiliation? (m receiving), oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, nipple play ( f receiving) , consensual recording, slapping (m receiving), degrading, praising, cockwarming, aftercare, hurt w comfort, fluffy corny shit. (Lmk if I missed sum)

taglist: @takeomiswhvre

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You and Ran had been friends for about 2 years give or take, it started off by you two meeting each other at one of those clique high school parties where everyone got wasted and made no good life choices. You had been sitting on top of the kitchen counter observing the scene, people playing beer pong, people daring each other to drink an entire bottle of Sour Puss, and people passed out on the floor, yk the usual. As your legs were swinging boredly from the marble counter your eyes caught sight of a tall figure entering the kitchen, their outfit was trendy and practical. They were wearing brown cargo pants, with a white T-shirt topped with a lighter brown Don Ed Hardy sweater. It certainly caught our attention, you were intrigued. As the figure got closer and you could see their face in the light, you realized that it was a boy with a lazy smile on his face along with blond sections paired with black hair made into two simple French braids. He was handsome to say the least you noted that right behind him was a slightly shorter boy with blue and blond hair with rounded glasses, he was cute but not your type. As you were staring at the doll like boy you made eye contact, his light eyebrows raised curiosity and his lazy smile was replaced with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his brazen demeanour and sipped whatever fucking shit was in that red solo cup. You did a once over of the place just in case you had been able to spot one of your friends. As you were turning your head to look back into its normal position the tall boy was in front of you. You flinched at the close proximity. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips were slightly pouting at the sudden surprise.

“Hi doll how are you tonight?” The man spoke up.

“I should be the one calling you doll with those braids.” You retorted.

“Awww what you don’t like them? And here I thought I would look like the prettiest princess at the party.” He playfully said.

You hummed curtly at his joke, it was funny but you wouldn’t show him the satisfaction of knowing that, you knew what kind of guy he was, arrogant, cocky, manipulative, just any negative fuckboy connotation you could think of really.

“You know that you wanted to laugh pretty.” He observed.

“When something is funny I laugh doll.” You smiled condescendingly.

“Okay. Then I’m going to stay here all night with you if I have to just to make your ass laugh.”

You groaned at the statement. “Please don’t.”

“Too bad~ I’m staying ♡.” He sang.

You sighed knowing that he wouldn’t leave you alone, and yet you still refused to give him what he wanted, a guy like this definitely has had everything handed to him on a sliver platter, so why were you going to repeat the cycle?

“So what school do you go to?” He asked.

“Why so you can follow me there too?” You grinned.

“Of course pretty, I’m your new stalker.”

“Great… I hope you’re not another Ted Bundy.”

“Nah I’m Ran Haitani baby, not a pussy little bitch who rapes and kills woman.”

“Wow what an eccentric name for an eccentric person. Also you like true crime?”

“Wow thanks for the compliment pretty. And yeah do you?”

“Your welcome, yeah I do I read a lot of books about it.”

“I like reading but not that kinda stuff, I like listening to podcasts instead.”

“Ooo the little princess likes to read? What genre?”

“Yes I do~ hmm romance fiction.”

“We have a hopeless romantic on our hands don’t we?”

“Yeah, I am, maybe we could be one of those cheesy romance stories love.” He grinned toothily.

“Not a fucking chance Haitani.” You laughed at his corny suggestion.

He frowned at your stubbornness. His eyebrows dropping and rolling his eyes. “You’re so tough to get through- uh… ahaaa.. What’s your name pretty?”

“Wow you had entire fantasy about me and you together and you don’t even know my name? Not very gentlemanly of you Ran.”

“*Tch* it slipped my mind doll “m sorry, but stop being so damn difficult.” He snapped.

You got off the counter in annoyance , he had so much audacity to say that you were fucking difficult when you had no intention of continuing to talk to him in the first place. You were now face to face to him, well more so he was looking down at you while you scowled at him. You both were looking at each other with such annoyance. You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to your height,

“ I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Haitani, but I’m not going to sit here and be one of those bimbo bitches you love to play, until you get bored of them and leave to go play the next one. You play women like instruments because as a kid you never got enough attention from your mother and now you resent women because you hold a grudge against her.”

Your words spat venom in the older Haitani’s face, of course you were right but how were you able to figure him out so quickly? He had never liked being proved wrong, he had always remained mysterious, never allowing anyone but his brother get close to him , he didn’t like how you were one of the first people to analyze his weak points perfectly. He was stunned. You were aggravating him.

You scoffed. You were pissed off, no one talked to you like that, you shoved him away from you with all your force and he stumbled on his feet a little bit. You were leaving. You were getting past all the bodies on the floor and still up and about, as you were finally outside of the party walking to where you left your car you felt your wrist got gripped onto and pulled you back against the side of a brick fence wall (yk rich kid neighbourhood) with said wrist being held above your head. Before you could even retaliate the person was speaking,

"No one talks to ME that way, and I know who the fuck I am, I'm Ran Haitani one of the rulers of Roppongi, and I'm not going to take shit from a trashy high schooler."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're gonna use your bullshit title against me so I can suck your dick and treat you like a king? Fuck that. Now let go of my wrist before I scream and beat the shit out of your skinny ass." You fumed at the black and blond boy.

Ran let go of your wrist but he kept you enclosed with his arms. "No I just want you to apologize."

"Fuck your apology Annabelle, I'm not giving you shit after the stunts you've pulled in less than A HOUR!" You raged, you just wanted to go home and this mf wasn't letting you. "First off you don't even know my name and yet you've said yours at least 5 times since you're so self centered, second I probably bruised that ego of yours pretty hard if you're going to the extent to harass me." You ranted.

At this point Ran had let his arms flop to his sides and was looking at you with a blank expression, to the unexperienced eye it would've looked like he was unphased at your rambling but Ran had a tell that whenever something irked him or rubbed him the wrong way his left eye would twitch ever so slightly.

"Okay I think we're done here, and if you follow me home shit will go down." You pushed passed him and walked a few more meters to your car, fumbling to grab your keys and unlock the driver seat you heard footsteps coming from the sidewalk (passenger seat side), you groaned. Fuck my life man.

"What's your name?"

Long story short he went home with you and had had sex, well it was hate sex more than anything, consisting of you slapping his pretty face for all the shit he was saying earlier whilst riding him, and him cumming faster than he ever had because of it. Surprisingly he asked for your number and you reluctantly gave it to him, he didn't even ghost you! In fact you guys became very close and sex was a casual thing between the two of you, but never daring to put a label on it or doing that "exclusive" bs.

Fast forward you two being fresh outta high school, you had just recently turned 18 while Ran was 19, you were out in a club in Roppongi that the brothers owned and were partying with said brothers. You had been out for a few hours now, you had been drinking a little bit since it was free (for you anyway) and you were having a friendly conversation with Kakucho, only slightly nipping the surface of each other's pasts. You were laughing at a comment he made since he was surprisingly funny despite his stoic face.

"Hey y/N excuse me I have to go to the restroom really quickly but don't worry I'll be back." The partially blind boy said with a shy grin.

"Don't worry Kaku "m not goin' anywhere, take your time." You smiled back. He thanked you and shuffled passed all the blobs of skin in the area. I wonder where Annabelle is...

Speak of the fucking devil. You spotted the boy at a booth with a fat blunt in between his index and middle finger, with a slut on his thigh. He was clearly chatting her up, and she was eating it up, playfully nudging his shoulder with her cheap ass acrylics and doing that pick me girl laughing. Your blood was rising in heat, you had had countless conversations about what you two were and had always come up with the same conclusion "just friends that fuck from time to time", you knew that Ran would fuck other people and so did you, but you never had the audacity to try to make him jealous or rub it in his face that you were with other people occasionally. You were trying to calm yourself down and breath deeply but your jealousy and anger got the best of you. You stood up from your seat and began walking over to the booth. Ran spotted you coming and had that aloof lazy smile on his face.

"Hi y/N what's wrong? Do you need something?" He asked unconcerned, yes he admits that he immediately noticed the anger on your face how could he not've? You had gotten mad at him countless times, but he didn't want to cause a scene or bring it up in front of the pretty bimbo bitch on his thigh.

"Yes something is wrong Haitani, and you know what it is." You hissed, whilst looking up and down at the girl more clearly, she was blonde, her makeup was baky, her falsies inner corners nearly falling off her eyes, her tits were huge, and her grimy paws were resting atop Ran's chest.

"I'm afraid I'll need more information to know what's upsetting you y/N." He simply said taking a hit from the blunt. "I'm sorry baby she's bothering us at the moment but let me sort this out." He turned to the blonde as he playfully kneaded the fat of her hip and thigh.

He swore he saw literal flames in your eyes when you saw him do that.

"You know what Haitani? You're a fucking bitch and I hope you get a STI from this slutty whore" You stepped forward and left hooked his ass. The side of his face landed smack down on the granite table dropping the blunt on the seat, the blonde gasped and began to panic. You had to shut her up before people noticed what was going on.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." You lifted your right hand and backhand slapped her, she fell on the floor and seemed to be knocked out from one slap. You huffed and picked up the still lit up blunt from the chair and turned on your heel to leave. Fuck this shit, I'm done with Ran he can suck a cock and die.

You walked out of the club with being halfway done with the blunt. You exhaled and asked the valet to grab you your car. Funny story Ran got it for you on your 17th birthday saying "the piece of junk you're driving right now isn't enough for you pretty."

"Thanks." You said directly to the valet boy and subconsciously indirectly at Ran’s grand gesture. You hopped inside. Thankfully you were only 20 minutes away from your apartment. Wow y/N driving while high? So responsible of you.

"Go fuck yourself." The weed the Haitani's bought was no joke, you could green out off of just 3 hits if you weren't careful, but right now your entire being was filled with pure hatred for the eldest brother, so you couldn't care less.

Back at the club Ran quickly recovered from your unexpected hit, he had gotten hit by you before and at times he thought you were stronger than South, he knew this punch would leave a mark. The blonde was on the floor and you were gone, with his blunt at that. Fuck I have to go see them, I might've fucked up bad this time.

Ran let Rindou know that he was heading out to go find you he understood, knowing that your guys' relationship had always been turbulent. Ran left the club in his black maserati and speeded to your apartment.

Your mind was heavy but your mind was still hyper aware of the entire situation, you couldn't even remember how you had managed to park or how you'd gotten to your floor, or even when or if you had finished the blunt, but you did. You struggled with unlocking the front door but managed after what felt like 20 minutes. You locked the door behind you and slipped off your shoes. You were desperate to take of your clothes since they felt so overbearing on your skin. Your clothes were scattering across your floor and you were left in only your purple lacy panties, I wonder who bought you those too...

Ran finally arrived at your place under the span of 10 minutes since he sped through the streets of the district he had lived in since birth, the people at the frontdesk knew who he was and let him onto your floor no questions asked.

He got to your door and of course it was locked. He quickly got out the key he had copied without your knowledge and unlocked it. He locked the door once again and walked down the hallway to pick up the clothes you had stripped earlier, first thing he noted was the stench of za coming from your clothes.

He continued walking down the hall and turned to go to the bedroom he had been in a multitude of times. There he found you sprawled on your bed with your tits out and the dim lamp on your desk shining at the ceiling. Your face was blank until you realized there was someone at your doors. You promptly covered your chest and went to see who the culprit was.

"Oh... it's you. How the hell did you get into my home?"

"Not important. But what the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there y/N? Clocking me in the face and then running off?"

"I believe in getting rid of any toxic and negative energies in my life, since my higher self works better like that." You stated, with your eyes squinting attempting to see Ran's face better.

"I don't know what you just said, but you're always so outta pocket, I don't even know why I still fuck with you if I'm being honest."

"ME? Being fucking outta pocket Ran? That's hilarious, you were the one feeling up on some bitch who you had probably met 5 minutes before, being fully aware that I was there."

" I wasn't the one flirting with Kakucho at the bar and laughing at all his remarks like a cock hungry slut. But then again that is all you are right y/N?"

At this point you had given up on trying to hide your breasts from him and crawled off your bed to confront him face first.

"I don't know what your mentally deficient brain is thinking but I wasn't flirting with Kakucho, I was having a conversation with him, but you wouldn't know what that is since you're always thinking with your dick." You barked.

"Yeah this dick that you're obsessed with you fucking whore. And yeah I could see the look in your eyes when you were talking to him, all lovesick and desperate for his cock, which probably is like 3 inches might I add."

Your face was heating up at the preposterous words the lavender eyed man was spewing at you. You slapped him with anger and while he was holding his cheek in pain you spun him around and shoved him down on your bed. You crawled on top of him and restrained his arms with your legs.

"Someone seems to be insecure aren't you Haitani? Worried that I'd get hooked on his big fat cock and leave him for you? hm?" Your arms were crossed waiting for his response.

His pale skin was marked red with your handprint.

"Answer me Haitani."

"No why the hell would I be jealous of Kakucho? My penis is bigger than his and he gets no bitches." He criticized.

You wanted to test his limits. "Okay well you got me curious Haitani."

"What?"

You reached over to grab your cellphone from under your pillow, you went to Kakucho's number who you've never talked to and began recording a video.

"Hi Kaku "m sorry for leaving you at the club and I'm sorry for bothering you but you see we have an insecure boy here," you hovered the phone in Ran's cherry red face, "and he was saying how we were flirting tonight you know like we always do," you said sarcastically, "and then he brought up how his dick is bigger than yours, and I just wanted to see if that was true..."

You got off of Ran and noticed the bulge in his slack. "Ha. I'm the slut Ran? You're the one getting off to me recording this and sending it to Kakucho."

"You wouldn't fucking dare y/N." He warned.

You harshly slapped his cock through his layers. "Fuck-" He winced.

"I would Haitani and you know it." You unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His grey Calvin Klein boxers had a wet spot in them. You cupped his heavy balls and squeezed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw with sealed shut eyes. Finally you forcefully pulled down his underwear and low and behold Ran Haitani's 7 inch dick, the very one you had been stuffed to the hilt with numerous times. It was rock hard but because of its sheer girth (3 inches wide) and length it curved to the left. You flicked the tip and his pelvis sprung up wanting more friction. How needy.

"Kakucho if I'm being honest you've always given me big dick vibes and you could probably outdo Ran's, maybe not in girth but that's okay I don't mind."

You turnt over the phone to ensure that the back camera got a full view of your breasts and lower half of your face, with a sultry smile you tweaked your nipples and kneaded the flesh. You breathed softly and shallowly. Ran was looking at you in awe he felt his dick twitching at the site of you playing with yourself.

"Anyways Kaku, I hope you take me up on my offer, I'm getting sick of this Haitani. Goodnight~" You stopped recording and pressed send, hopefully he wouldn't mind the unsolicited dick and tit video...

You threw your phone back under your pillow and turned to Ran, his tip was leaking desperately for any kind of touch but he knew when you got like this he wasn't allowed to touch himself. But he wasn't about to beg for it.

You sighed, "what am I going to do with you Haitani? Hm?" He stayed silent. He was angry that you had sent that video to his fellow colleague and even out on a show for said colleague. He was jealous.

He huffed and was going to get up until you pushed him back down by his chest. "I didn't say you could get up. You wanted to come into my apartment uninvited, and now you'll leave when I tell you to."

You crawled back on top of the red boy and placed your arms on the sides of his head.

"After this Haitani I swear to god that we're done." You slipped off your panties and without warning, sank down on his length. You both gasped, his cock had always been a tight squeeze. Ran was going to place his hands on your hips but you quickly slapped his hands away.

"I didn't say you could fucking touch me, you're just a toy I want to use tonight." You spat. He whimpered. You could be so mean.

You placed your hands flat against his lean chest and began to move back up, your walls were clenching around his cock and Ran loved the feeling of your ribbed walls rubbing on his dick. You slammed down again and you moaned while he hissed. You began to grind back and forth on him to get you to your high not caring if he did.

"Fuck..." He groaned, you were going too slow. He bucked his hips up to find more friction. You stopped. You scowled at him and slapped him again.

"Fuck!" He came.

"You're such a fucking slut Ran, cumming inside me just from slapping you? You barely lasted 5 minutes. You're so fucking pathetic." You spat. You began moving up and down again, he didn't even let you cum yet.

"Fuck! "M still sensitive! Please please please stop."

"Shut the fuck up." You were desperately trying to get an orgasm so you began stimulating your nipples and leaned your chest down in front of Ran's face. "Make yourself useful and suck. And rub my clit." You demanded. Ran did as he was told relieved that you were letting him touch you now. He reached under your bodies and took his thumb to start teasing your clit as he was swirling one of your nipples in his mouth while he pulled at the other. You grabbed onto his hair, grinding on like a bitch in heat, with each roll of your hips Ran's fingers became faster on your clit and he began biting down on your areola, his dick was aching from the over stimulation.

" "M gonna-gonna cum again y/N, fuck you feel so good fuck fuck fuck." He cursed while still slurping on your nipple as if you were to lactate.

You were so close but you couldn't let this bastard get another orgasm while you were still attempting to get your first one. You tugged your breasts away from the man and got off his cock immediately. There was a ring of his cum at the base of his cock and his sperm was oozing out of your hole.

"W-why'd you stop?? I was doing everything you told me to do." He whimpered, his high ripped away from him.

"No you didn't. Did I ever say you could cum? No. You're such a whore who only wants to get his dick wet. You don't even fucking care about my needs." His cum was dripping onto his stomach while you waddled over him on your knees. You untied his braids to let his died hair flow over the comforter. You but the hair ties on your wrist then hovered your bare cunt over his face. Ran knew what you wanted and pulled you down by your hips so you were sitting on his face completely. He began swirling his tongue around your hole, being able to taste his spunk. You needed more, you began grinding on his pretty face, you were groaning, frustrated at his slow pace. Ran noticed your impatience and moved to lap at your clit, at first he was giving it simple kitten licks, seeing how far he could test you. You began whimpering moving your hips harder. Ran slapped your ass rather harshly you yelped in surprise and lifted your hips off of his face, which he then took that as the opportunity to prod two of his fingers into your cunt. He began curling the tips of his fingers inside your cunt to then begin moving them side to side rapidly, while simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt. Once he got a steady pace going he moved his mouth to your clit and latched onto it, as if he was making out with it. The lewd sounds of your pussy overpowering all your senses and the only sound other sound in the room was Ran's mouth. He was licking long strips against your cunt while his hand was leaking with your arousal, still keeping the rapid pace inside your wall.

"Fuck! Ngh— hah— fuck this is all you're good for H- Haitani, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum please please please." You chanted desperately, your hands planted against the wall to keep you from falling.

"I love this fucking pussy y/N..." He was sucking onto your clit, breathing heavily. "It never fails to make me cum so fast, you're so beautiful." He preached.

"Sh-shut up nghhh—ahh-haa." You moaned you were so close. " "M so close Ran please please."

Ran was pleased that the furious formality slipped from your fucked out brain and referred to him by his first name, therefore he thought you were ready for three of his fingers now. Prodding his index finger inside your vagina, the newfound thickness and deepness inside of you made his fingers perfectly hit your g spot once perfectly curling upwards.

"S-SHIT! Ha- nghhh oh my fucking god, oh my god." You came finally letting go, your hands could no longer support you and your body slumped on the bed. Ran was still drinking up your release, he took his fingers out of your cunt, it felt empty now. He was overstimulating you as his mouth latched onto your hymen as his tongue prodded at your vagina to make sure he didn't waste a single drop.

"I fucking love this pussy, I would die in it if I could." He was saying it more to it than you, but your mind was fuzzy and your body felt heavy and his words were muffled.

"S-stop, R-Ran "m sensitive, please, "m gonna cum again." He only hummed in response, the vibrations going to your labias, which made your body jolt up and gasp softly. He was licking at your clit again trying to get another orgasm from you to see you crumble like he always loved to see. His tongue had always been a good attribute of his, despite his jaw almost locking he still kept up with his pace on your bud of nerves. You could feel the knot in your stomach undoing itself, you had a coat of sweat on your hairline, your whole body was hot.

"Fuck..." You breathed softly, "d-don't stop Ran please "m close so close."

"I wasn't planning on stopping pretty." He said under his breath. A few more licks to your clitoris and you came again, with a loud whimper and out of breath. Ran again was taking in everything you gave him, slowly coercing you down from your second high. You slowly got off of him and laid beside him in the bed. You turned to look at him and his chin was glistening with your slick and a relaxed smile was on his face.

"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.

You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath. "I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."

Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."

"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.

"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.

"I'd always take you Haitani under any circumstances. And I still hate you for that." You giggled drily.

"Come on baby let's have a nice bath yeah?"

You hummed in agreement. Ran got up from the bed pulled down his pants and boxers till he was completely nude like you. He opened his arms again and you stood up on the bed and then wrapped yourself around Ran's body like a koala. He held you up by your thighs and began walking to the washroom. He started running hot water in the tub. While you two were waiting for it to fill up you stayed in his arms in comfortable silence sat on the toilet. You were tired and Ran was exhausted. He turnt off the tap and slowly put you in, the water soothed your sore limbs.

"Come in Ran, want you here with me please." He didn't even hesitate before he was going inside right behind you. You leaned back on his lean chest and sighed, you looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, you blushed at how intently he was staring at you. He then kissed your forehead softly. You smiled warmly. You turned around and faced him, he looked surreal, his blond and black hair flowing down his shoulders, as his violet eyes looked at you so tenderly with his infamously lazy smile. You took your hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You leaned in and pecked his lips lovingly. He pulled you in so your legs were over his waist and placed his index finger under your chin and kissed you again, no tongue, no teeth, just pure love and soft lips against each other's. You pulled away and realized how close his cock was to your cunt, you put your hand under the water and took his penis in your hand, you felt it grow in your hand and you laughed.

"I wanna have your dick in me while we wash each other's hair, can we?" You asked looking up at him with doe eyes.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He agreed. You lifted yourself up from your knees as he held onto your ass, Ran gradually slid you down on his length, you both groaned at the feeling. Once you were full to the hilt with his member you reached behind him and grabbed his preferred shampoo and conditioner. He grinned as you showed him.

"You've been waiting for this haven't you?"

"Maybe..." You cheekily replied.

Ran placed a hand on the middle of your back as he reached over to grab your preferred shampoo. You both smiled at each other as you gave a kiss to each corner of his lips. You both opened the caps of the shampoos and lathered it compassionately in one another's scalps and ends. The whole time you held eye contact in the comfortable stillness of your apartment. After you finished with the shampoo you both cupped the bath water and poured it over the other's head, it was a slow process but neither of you complained. Then came the conditioner, you squirted some into your palm and began putting it into his hair as he liked, he was always very nit-picky about his hair so you memorized his routine and all, you put the conditioner all over his head but the roots of his scalp, and you paid close attention to the ends.

"Wow y/N you know everything about me, since the first time we met you figured me out faster than anyone ever had, even Rindou still has trouble with that, but you... you and I have always just gotten each other..."

"I've always been good at reading people Ran, but you were just one of those people I chose to overanalyze and allow into my life." You rinsed the excess conditioner off your hands under the bubbly water. Ran followed after. You both were ready to rinse off the product. You reached over to unplug the tub and let the used water drain, calmly Ran lifted the both of you up with you still on his cock and turned on the shower. The hot water was cascading over your bodies, you affectionately lathered off the conditioner from the boys two toned hair and then threaded your fingers through it to feel it's softness.

"I'm gonna let you down on your feet again okay doll?" You smiled at the old pet name and nodded. Inch by inch he pulled you off his member and you whines at the feeling of emptiness while he winced. Once you were back on your feet you looked up at him as he took his hands into your hair to rinse off the product. Now all that was left was to wash your bodies properly.

You were back in your room and Ran had changed into some boxers he had left at your place who knows how long ago while you were in one of his casual oversized shirts. Ran got into your warm bed first and welcomed you in as he spooned you, you found your phone under your bed and was fretted with seven messages, four from Kakucho, and three from Rindou, your eyes widened at the realization from earlier but dismissed it as a problem the future you would have to deal with. For now you and Ran basked in each other's presence his arm was wrapped around your waist as you held his hand with his leg over your hips and his head laying on your head.

"So... are we officially dating now y/N?"

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🌺 Masterlist 🌺

‼️ = possibly triggering content

💦 = contains sexual content, not necessarily smut

Rio

Jealous/possessive Rio

Domestic life

Rio getting a call that his girl was mugged

Significant other was hurt in like a car crash or non-gang related incident

Rio's reaction to his boo strip teasing💦

Rio’s girl being pregnant

Rio meeting and falling in love with a female version of himself

Rio having his girlfriend meet Marcus for the first time

Rio taking care of his newborn baby and wife

Rio taking care of his little girl because mama is sick with the flu

Reader gets taken by a rival gang as leverage ‼️

Rio trying to win over a woman who he really can be himself with

Rio's reaction to you flinching when he breaks something or yells and what he would do to assure you that you were safe with him ‼️

Rio on his wedding day/night 💦

Rio’s girl giving him the silent treatment like after a fight

Reader it is Beth’s sister who is with Rio. She betrays him for her sister and the crew

Rio doing daddy duties/ taking care of Marcus and his new baby

Shower sex 💦

Rio’s reaction to the reader with a complicated relationship getting flirted with

One of Rio’s men steps out of line and makes a move on his SO

Rio hiring a shy nanny who he really likes to tease

Reader is frustrated by how much Rio’s been working and doesn't know how to bring it up. Reader starts acting different and eventually Rio gets her to tell him what's wrong

Rio’s baby girl calling him dada for the first time and giving him a big smile

Rio dating a younger reader

Reader & Rio going to an event where reader gets nervous and starts being overly critical of what she's wearing/how it looks on her ‼️

Rio getting hurt by a rival and his girl reacting & consoling him

You find out Rio slept with Beth and try to leave him but he cuts it off with her

Rio and a girl he is secretly in love with having to share the same bed

Rio finding a hickey on his girl that he’s positive wasn’t from him💦

Rio vs Billy 💦

How Rio would be with someone who put him and Marcus first and kept doing it until she cracked

Rio and the reader spending time with Marcus and admiring the new baby

Rio gives a little degradation after he finds you super wet, even though he hasn't touched you and he over stimulates you💦

Reader is black & someone makes a comment about her weight or her being a poc around him causing him to lash out‼️

Rio’s reaction to another man making you cry

Make-up sex with Rio 💦

How Rio would react and treat a girl he had feelings for but wasn’t yet dating who just got emergency surgery

Rio having an SO with long luscious hair and him washing her hair for her

Rio x reader where her ex shows back up in her life and tries to win her back/turn her against Rio and how Rio reacts to it

Readers boss blatantly flirting with her in front of Rio ‼️

Rio and the reader at their gender reveal or baby shower

Rio getting jealous by his S/O fangirling over a hot actor during their movie night at home

Rio’s normally very bold gf who gets shy with sexual things gets caught touching herself while watching porn 💦

Rio and Marcus picking up the reader (mom/wife) from the airport after a long trip, and they go home and spend quality time together

Rio and the reader having a romantic/sweet date night

Beth attempting to kill Rio’s SO because she’s jealous of her and what Rio would do in response

Beth making it look like Rio is cheating on reader with her. He finds out Beth planned it but reader leaves him & Rio getting revenge

Rio with a girl who went behind his back to help Ruby, Annie, and Beth

First time reader & Rio discuss what he actually does

Rio thinking his SO is cheating but she’s not

Rio taking care of his girl after she gets her wisdom teeth taken out

Rio saving a girl from some drunk trying to mess with her and that’s how they meet !!

Reader trying to leave in the middle of the night for a walk after a fight

Rio finding out his girl is bi and ask of she wants to try it with him and a woman

Rio meeting the reader’s parents

You are Rio's ex/gf/ Marcus' mom/ and find out about Beth's "pregnancy"

Rio fingering his girlfriend 💦

Would ever snoop through his SO’s phone

Rio dating a clumsy girl

Drabble: Gunk kink 💦

How would Rio deal with his S/O being very sensitive and emotional

Rio with a tall reader

Rio taking his SO’s virginity 💦

Rio comforting reader who had PTSD and nightmares !!

Strip Poker with Rio 💦

Making out with Rio would include

Rio accidentally walking in on the girl he loves having sex with another dude

Getting back together with Rio and finding out about Beth’s pregnancy

Honeymoon with Rio

Drabble: Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about

Working as Rio’s assistant/secretary and having a flirty relationship

Rio being friends with reader who is in a bad relationship and is very neglected by her current bf

Morning sex with Rio 💦

Beth shoots reader instead of Rio and then he thinks she's dead but she came back

Rio with a sub SO who likes to be choked 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Rio dating dancer reader

Rio taking reader for her first tattoo

Quarentine with Rio

Rio with pregnant reader who doesn’t want to be a mom

Rio with shy trans mtf reader

Rio with reader who doesn’t want kids

!! Rio getting with reader who was in an abusive relationship !!

!! Reader runs into toxic ex and Rio gets protective !!

Rio going to the club with the reader

Reader taking care of and spoiling Rio

Rio with a pregnancy kink 💦

Reader doing the refusing to kiss your boyfriend prank on Rio

Latina reader unknowingly intimidates Beth and end up making her jealous when she finds out you’re together

Rio shaves pregnant reader since she’s so far along that she can’t

Reader wants to post Rio on social media but he’s hesitant

Rough blowjob with Rio💦

Rio’s reaction to someone threatening your life while out together

Being Rio’s new employee who steals his attention away from Beth

Rio with soft and innocent reader

Rio lets reader take control for the night 💦

Cops bring reader in for questioning and he pampers you after you stay solid

Billy Russo

Jealous Billy

Fight and making up with Billy

Billy’s been acting weird so his girl thinks he's cheating. She eventually can't take it anymore & he comes home to find her gone. He tracks her down and proposes

Billy thinking his girl is cheating (She's not of course)

Rio vs Billy 💦

Billy gets reader pregnant in a fwb situation but is smug about it

Billy coming home to find you asleep on the couch surrounded by work

Billy finding out the Reader is pregnant and being delighted and determined to give his child a better life than he had

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Billy worries reader will leave him if she learns the truth, but she already knows

Protective Billy with hurt reader

Frank Castle

Reader has a really bad anxiety day and he’s soft with her and quiet‼️

NSFW Alphabet💦

Domestic life

Soft but still angsty “I thought I lost you” with frank after a bad night

Seeing Frank at the diner for a while before finally approaching him

Geralt of Rivia

A kid tries to pay Geralt to kill a monster but the monster turns out to be an abusive parent‼️

Ray Merrimen

Ray’s new girl is coincidentally just in the bank he and his crew are robbing

Reader having a crime boss ex that wants reader back, and 2) finding out what Ray does and her reaction to it

Ray meeting a girl at the gym/dojo that can kick his ass, despite the size difference

Ray being your instructor at the gym would be like

NSFW Alphabet💦

Bratty reader who keeps bothering Ray while he's working on plans for the next hit because she wants attention 💦

Ray expressing how much he cares about you x plus sized reader ‼️

Going on vacation with Ray 💦

Ray’s stripper ex is trying to cause trouble in his new relationship because he moved on from her after he got out of prison

Ray’s reaction to his girl getting into a fight with someone or more like defending herself

Reader is feeling ignored by Ray so she seeks attention elsewhere, but it backfires

Ray’s totally smitten for the shy reader who doesn't think he'd be interested in her

Ray spoiling his girl because he's nervous that he's about to propose

Ray just can't keep his hands to himself when reader is around 💦

Ray’s girl is afraid to tell him she's pregnant as they never talked about having kids

How would Ray react to his girl feeling neglected and seeking attention elsewhere

How Ray deals with reader’s male friend who tries to sabotage

Jealous of Ray’s ex FWB, reader starts dressing and acting sexier

Cuddling in bed with Ray

Ray taking care of reader during her period

Reader thinks Ray’s cheating but he’s not

Reader is unsure where her relationship with Ray lies, he makes it clear she’s his

Joseph Seed

Joseph with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet💦

Joseph finds someone just like him, who believes in his vision and takes care of everyone, like a mama bear

Joseph's wife finding out she's pregnant

Having an atheist girlfriend

Joseph falling head over heels for a new follower of his church

Joseph with a virgin SO💦

FC5 Misc.

The Seed brothers learn about latina readers curly hair while in the bunker

Jacob Seed

Jacob with a tall girl, a blonde with blue eyes

Dom!jacob with newly subdued but bratty Dep 💦

Jacob with a chubby S/O 💦

Jacob with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Animalistic dom!jake with a breeding kink taking his plus-size wife 💦

Having an atheist girlfriend

Jacob with a virgin SO💦

Jacob Seed and a super sweet/naive SO who looks harmless, but can kick ass

Jacob and asexual reader

Jacob taking his plus sized virgin wife’s virginity 💦

John Seed

John dating a small, thin Hispanic girl with crazy curly hair

John with small and petite girlfriend

Having an atheist girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet💦

John with a virgin SO💦

John secretly dating Dep reader

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo

Miguel in bed (general)💦

Helping Miguel unwind after a rough day

Miguel surprises reader after you thought he forgot your anniversary

Miguel telling his child about how you and him met

Nick Amaro

Loving Nick coming home to reader after being away to work on a case

Agent OA Zidan

Having an interfaith relationship with OA

Plus size reader tag Black reader tag Latina reader tag

#jacob seed #joseph seed #john seed #far cry 5 #ray merrimen #den of thieves #rio good girls #nbc good girls #billy russo #frank castle #the punisher #geralt of rivera #the witcher #masterlist

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 7

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. There is violence in this chapter.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: *chants* BRUCE FLUFF BRUCE FLUFF BRUCE FLUFF. *sings* they're ain't no big thing just show them a little swing. Beneficial Cucumber. Author's notes are spoilers without context at this point... Y'all-

My beta, @miscmarvelwritings . We make the best duo. I am her dumb of ass and she is my gay. I love her.

Tony was elbow-deep in a robot when I came out of the elevator, Peter holding up the spare part needed, hovering next to the engineer. Without preamble, I was directed to help and dutifully fulfilled Tony's requests. Nothing indicated that my evening stunt ever happened besides Pete's faint blush; I might as well have written it off to the tank top hugging the upper part of my body in all the right places.

I was disappointed, I won't lie to myself - I expected Tony to tease me at least a little bit, snark something vaguely lewd and move on. But the engineer was quiet today, eerily so, almost to the point where it seemed he was ignoring me on purpose. My pride didn't let me begin any of our usual banter so I frowned in silence, making the appearance of a very focused person. Bolts and screws - most interesting things in the world!

As usual, I clocked out first around eleven thirty, leaving Pete and Tony some time to discuss their secret science stuff. Usually I would be exhausted by this point which left little to no room for jealousy but that night, emotions hit me like a freight train and it took me every ounce of my willpower to head out to Bruce's for the inevitable "I'm disappointed in you/Fuck safely" round of brainwashing.

My brain kept returning to the downwards tilt of Tony's mouth and the somber mood around him. I hated seeing him so...unhappy and tense.

The moment I set step in Bruce's lab, I saw the man's back hunched over a tube, I felt the same energy coming from him. What a fucking day! The sigh that left my mouth was resigned. "Bruce?"

A couple of seconds passed before he turned. He attempted a smile but it didn't reach his eyes at all. "Hi, Princess."

I cocked my head in defeat. "If this is the part where you lecture me, let's get over it. Or even better, you say nothing and we carry on," I pursed my lips, inspecting my nails in favour of actually facing the scientist.

I heard the click-clack of his instruments being placed on the table and the soft taps of his shoes against the tiled floor. His arms reached around my shoulders before I could even attempt to pull away, one of his broad palms tucking my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not mad, baby girl," He told me quietly.

I felt some of the tension dissipate, wrapped my arms around him, coming to a realization the man was all but melting into me.

"Just stay safe, alright? I don't want you to get hurt," With the same quiet tone, Bruce gently shushed my worries away. "If something is wrong, you can come to me. You know that, right?" He sounded painfully hopeful as he withdrew just enough to capture my face in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eye.

Something about the look in his eyes made my heart ache. I didn't have the heart to refuse, nor did I want to, so I nodded. Promptly, I was embraced yet again, his lips resting on the crown of my head, both of us swaying gently.

I've never wanted to cry so badly in my entire life.

"I'm a fuckin' mess, Bwucie, you haven't got a clue what you've gotten yourself into," I settled for a round of self-deprication instead. Bitter as it was, it was the barenaked truth.

"Then you're a beautiful mess," I could feel the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. So I smiled, too, obscured by his lab coat.

As much as I didn't want to leave the embrace, like, ever, I had to get home before one o'clock - before mother went to bed, zonked out on Valium and Ambien from the endless supply closet courtesy of my dad. "M'hafta go home," I mumbled.

Bruce sighed deeply. "I'll grab one of Tony's cars and drive you," He went over to remove his lab coat as I gaped. "I'm a forty-five year old man, I can drive." He chuckled humorlessly.

"Tony won't mind?" I asked the first question that popped into my mind to attempt dispelling the awkward moment.

"Trust me, he won't mind at all," Bruce mumbled darkly. I wondered what's up with that but the immediate future for me was already planned out: I was really looking forward to going home, crawling into bed with my clothes on and having a good old fashioned cry.

We made quick work of locating a set of keys and peeling out of the garage in Tony's shiny Audi R8, tires squealing on the wet pavement. It had stopped raining sometime during my robot building but the city was still filled with puddles. I could smell the moist, decaying leaves through the tiny gap of the window, the city was drowning in autumn like I was drowning in my own cluelessness.

The adrenaline rush, the weight of Tony's foul mood, the grief and pleading that radiated off Bruce mixed into a horrendous cocktail of misery and pain. Too much pain for my little, weak, dumb heart to handle. And all these people out in the streets, dressed to the nines despite the disgusting weather - laughing, hugging and drunkenly giggling, it was like salt on my wounds, rubbing it in how much of a good time they were having.

"This your house?" Bruce pointed at the black, high gate of the entrance to my garage.

"Yeah, it's a bit much," I nodded absentmindedly, seeing Bruce's eyes bulge at the sheer size of my estate. My mother wouldn't settle for any less than the best so having a monstrously huge (for NYC) home was what she got. Dad just signed the checks.

Bruce hummed.

I made a face, reaching for his warm hand and giving it a squeeze. "Thanks, Bwucie," Smiling at him, I used up the last of my good mood to show the gratitude he deserved.

He pulled me into a tight hug right over the middle console. It wasn't comfortable by any means with the numerous buttons and switches poking at the soft of my stomach but there was nowhere else I'd rather be than in his arms during that moment. The breaths that left me felt like they were punched out of my chest cavity by steel-toed boots.

"Good night, Princess. Sweet dreams." He kissed my cheek, lingering just a tiny bit.

I did the same, rubbing softly against his stubble and giggling at the ticklish sensation. "Night night, Bwucie."

I waved at him again as I unlocked my front gates and watched him speed off from behind it, obscured by the shadows of the decorative trees growing right behind the fence.

Bruce's face had morphed into something akin to torment or suffering the moment I disappeared from his immediate eyesight and it baffled me to no extent. I ransacked my brain left and right, searching for a reason I might have inadvertently caused him to feel that way but found none. The only logical reason was that he was just lonely. He didn't have many friends from what I gathered and if judging by the proud tone in which he spoke of Will-Mr Davies today, he desperately needed some other company than his teammates. I wish I could have helped.

Mother was nowhere to be seen when I entered the house so a beeline for my bed was successful. The ugly, loud, dry-heaving sobs weren't in any shape or form attractive or acceptable to show to anybody but me so when they forced their way out of me, the pillow keeping me company. I cried as for everything that was happening to me as much as I sobbed because of the self-pity I was indulging in.

It was pathetic, really. My mother would scoff and my father... Well, he'd offer me to 'cheer up, throw a party, do normal teenager stuff'. The bottle of wine I kept in my closet was empty in no time: I justified that as a single lady in a big city, I was entitled to relax once in a while.

Who was I lying to? I downed a bottle in twenty minutes just so I could fall asleep and begone from all this bullshit for a while.

On Monday, I anonymously submitted the documents pertaining to Thompson's behaviour to the school board and to a local newspaper that was known to dabble in socialite gossip. Next day, an investigation was promptly launched and important-looking people started to appear in the hallways, going in and out of the principal's office. Flash was pulled out of class by two police officers: at this point, half the student population was unashamedly filming it on their smartphones, me included. With grim satisfaction, I sent the video directly to the group chat with an added message of "so long, fucker".

Steve didn't even remark on my profanity, just sent a thumbs up.

It really fuckin' blew up the next morning. The news was plastered across every paper, every social media site - "Midtown Principal's son arrested for grand theft auto and assault", "Midtown Principal Being Investigated for obstruction of education" and other ridiculous headlines that had me, Bucky and Natasha in shit-fits.

Flash returned to school on Wednesday accessorized with a pretty ankle monitor and a sullen frown. During lunch, he sat only with two of his closest minions instead of the chatty group he was usually seen with. Everybody avoided him like the bubonic plague, even teachers ignored him.

With the final bell, me and Pete went on to look for Happy outside the school territory.

I was spending nearly every evening at the tower either in Tony's or Bruce's lab or sandwiched between Wanda and Bucky on the couch, gossiping while TV shows mutely played in the background. I had found a second friend in the face of Winter Soldier who, much like me, spent a lot of his days occupied by the internet or in a general state of confusion. Bucky was charming, funny and very flamboyant. I enjoyed the no-nonsense attitude and zero fucks that he gave the world in general.

The moment I stepped on the other side of the gate, I immediately knew something was wrong. Peter squirmed uncomfortably beside me, looking frantically in every direction, trying to spot Happy's car in vain.

"Ay, Parker," The familiar obnoxious voice of Peter's bully reached our ears. "You wanna tell me how you got your grubby little hands on that file?"

Thompson had brought back up with him, the idiot that he was. He was standing off to the side, leaning against the fence while five older boys surrounded us in a tight circle.

"Leave us alone, Flash, you're already in trouble," Peter tried reasoning with the bully meanwhile I... I was searching for a cleaner, dryer spot to dump my $1500 bag onto in preparation for the inevitable. I was no stranger to swinging my arm - as a frequent house party guest, I've had to fend off enough unwelcome advances. I've been told I have a mean, mean right hook.

"Bold of you to assume Peter would actually steal something," I stated in a bored tone once my bag was out of the way and Pete was standing securely behind me. I wasn't afraid of Flash, mostly because I knew he'd step back for the fear of retaliation from my family was usually too much.

"Oh, look at that, the weirdo is talking," Thompson mocked, getting up and standing right in front of my face. "You know, I don't get why the likes of you have to go to school with us, normal people. See, Peter here might be a little wimp but at least he won't shoot up the whole school one day because his daddy didn't love him enough," Thompson decided to test his luck. To finish his epic tirade with a flourish, he spat on the ground next to me.

I snorted. "Wow, that's an awful lot of smart words for someone as dumb as a doorknob," I shook my head in disdain. "Look, either you go now or I'll sue you so far up your ass, you'll be sucking dick in prison just to get something to fill your stomach with." And wow, that comeback was really, really good. I was proud of myself.

I saw pure rage mar Thompson's already ugly face into something demonic and ducked at the last moment, feeling the blunt sting of his knuckles connect with my left cheekbone. Reflectively I swung, too, decking him straight in the nose with all the rage and despair that was burning deeply inside of me at that time.

I heard gasps all around me as the students whispered, shouted and cheered at Thompson's confused form hitting the ground. He held his face and his palms were stained a deep crimson; I felt something warm on my face, copper in my mouth.

"Does anybody want some of that, too?" My tone was icy. I shrugged off the hand that landed on my shoulder, glaring down one of the boys who came with Thompson.

"Shit, cops, RUN!" One of the students suddenly shouted and just like that, both me and Flash were surrounded only by a handful of students who had filmed the entire incident on camera. God bless technology!

"Uh, I think you're bleeding," Pete timidly remarked from behind me, hand still awkwardly outstretched towards me. He cast a guilty look to the side where Happy was running towards us, phone held to his ear, no doubt already on the line with Tony and the rest of the Avengers. Shit, fuck, SHIT. I didn't plan for this!

The police officers called an ambulance for Flash and took my statement while I was holding my bleeding nose up to the sky, much to the officer's dismay. Happy had passed the officer his mobile phone and I briefly heard Tony's voice saying that I will be taken care of in the tower's medical suite - and let's face it, no cop will go against Iron Man's charm and wit.

As an eighteen year old, I could refuse the on-site medical assistance that the city provided and my parents weren't required so I was let go after my statement was taken and my injuries photographed.

Not that the photoshoot really was required. Multiple people had the incident on video, from multiple angles. It was an open and close case. I called my mother in the elevator (she didn't answer) and left her a voice message with the bare facts of the situation and my current whereabouts.

Seeing the whole team assembled in the living room, some nervously twitching, some anxiously pacing, I couldn't help but let out a slightly hysterical giggle. "Oh my god, guys, I'm not in a coma, stop acting like I'm in a coma!"

Bucky was the first to approach me, carefully hugging me and steering me towards Bruce. He looked a bit rough, green-ish? I guess. But the first aid kit was already on the table and Stephen Strange was hovering nearby.

"You decked the sucker real good, doll," Bucky's Brooklyn accent made his speech less intelligible but he definitely got all the cookie points for the heat and the passion.

"Ditto. Should've kicked him in the balls, too," Natasha smirked and Steve mirrored her smirk with a darker twist.

"I'm going to sue him so darn far up his ass," Tony seethed, looking absolutely livid.

"Don't worry, mother's got it handled," I obediently laid down on the couch, staring up at Bruce's wide eyes and Stephen's focused face.

"You are fearless and fierce, dear lady," Thor boomed from somewhere.

All of this was making me... Emotional. I just punched a piece of human garbage, it was not a big deal, okay? He had it coming. I chuckled uncomfortably, wincing when Bruce began dabbing at the dried blood on my face with a piece of gauze soaked in alcohol. "Petey, you alright?" I asked, worried about the sudden onset of silence from the usually chatty boy. He mumbled something. "Speak up, I can't hear shit with all the ringing in my ears."

That earned me a worried look from doctor Strange and a frown from Bruce.

"I should've protected you-I mean-it's not that you can't do it yourself, or because you're a girl, it's just-I," he suddenly stopped.

"Go ahead, kid," Tony urged him with unmistakable kindness in his voice.

"You see, I'm-I'm actually Spider-Man and I'm afraid to accidentally kill someone, 'cause I'm really strong." Pete blurted out.

I had to replay his words several times in my head to get to the gist of what he was actually saying. Shy little Peter? Spider-Man? So that's why he was such a fucking pacifist? I mean, it made perfect sense if he really was strong enough to lift cars and hold together collapsing bridges like I'd seen on YouTube.

"Huh," I stated after a brief pause. "I guess I did double the work today, dumped out some trash and prevented a potential murder. I'm on a roll and I deserve chocolate cake," I rambled to distract myself from the incoming dull headache and the sting of the alcohol against the split skin of my cheek.

Strange chuckled, looking, possibly, the happiest I've ever seen him. Bruce giggled too. A tiny bit.

"Friday, order the biggest, most expensive chocolate cake that can be delivered in... Two hours," Tony immediately spoke up.

"Cake," I mumbled happily, a strange drowsiness overcoming me, making my eyelids droop. "Hey-mmm, doc?" I slurred, seeing Stephen's face fall. "M'think m'concussed, f'king 'ell!" The snort that left his mouth was absolutely hilarious; I started giggling, too, startling Banner into action.

He picked up his phone, saying something I didn't understand at all.

"Y'kno," I had this totally bright idea I absolutely NEEDED to share with everyone. "Y'kinda look like the guy... Wha's'is name... Bendy-snap Crum-ble-sticks? No, wait," Snorts and giggles began to resonate through the room as the amount of Doctor Stranges suddenly multiplied by two. He was a WIZARD, that was so cool! "I think... Mmm, yes... Benadryl-Claritin? No-no-no, 'das meds," Woah, a lot of people were there and they were suddenly all laughing. I wondered what was so funny. It was hard to think with so many people laughing; my temples were pulsating uncomfortably. "Wait, I know, I know!" There were wheezing noises now, noises that distinctively reminded me of Tony and Wanda and Bucky. "Bubble-butt Coitus-snack!" I triumphantly exclaimed, finally happy to have gotten it right.

The laughter turned into truly demonic cackling, surrounding me, they were so loud I almost managed to get fully afraid. And then, I passed the fuck out.

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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Winter Storm:Part 2

Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, near death experiences, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suggestive themes, if I missed any - please let me know!!]]

Author’s Note:

As you already know, I will forever apologize for my sluggishness but I hope that when I do get to posting, it is worth the wait 😣 I’m particularly proud of these pieces, especially Beel’s and Belphegor’s... the angst was fun to write and helped me let off some steam! Forgive me, but Asmo is kind of hard to write for as we’re practically polar opposites 😭 OH!! Since this is the final piece to my “Winter Storm” puzzle, I’ll be needing more requests so if you’ve got something on your mind that you wish to bring to life, send ‘em my way and I’ll do my best to help make it come true!! I’d love to hear what you lovely individuals have rattling around in your brains✨. As always, thank you kindly for your patience, your generosity and support, and thank you very much for hyping me up to write and continue writing. You’ve helped me in more ways than I can count. Stay ruling them all, MCs ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue/Part 1:

Asmodeus:

It was difficult letting you go on an adventure without him, especially since you were taking the camera with you and he was all dolled up to the nines, looking way too good to not be in the pictures you were going to take... but then you offered him a reward he simply couldn’t refuse, IF he were to be patient. You took him by the hand, gazed into his beautiful eyes, and whispered low enough that he had to lean in close to hear your proposition. “Wait for me here and when I get back, we can dip into the hot tub and sip our favorite drinks until we’re pruny.” He practically kicked you out of the door so that you could hurry back and fulfill your promise.

In the time that you were gone, he busied himself with intricately arranging yours and his belongings until he felt you’d be proud with his eye for organization. By then, you hadn’t returned in the time he felt you‘d said you’d be back but... if he went out looking for you now, he might not get to be warm and bubbly with you later on and damn it, he was going to get that time with you. Once again, he tried to find something to keep his mind off of saying ‘the devildom with it!’ and going after you anyway. He flipped through magazines, scrolled on his D.D.D., sang and danced to his favorite human songs on the radio, but eventually, all he could think about was you. Wondering if you were ok, if you were having fun without him, what kind of pictures you might be taking to show him later... “Ok, that’s it. MC, sweetie, you’ll just have to forgive me.” He donned his comfiest and cutest winter trend setter, lathered the remaining exposed skin in protective lotions and creams because he simply CANNOT have his skin cracking or breaking, and stepped out the door to come find you- “Unholy shit...” The sky had darkened and the wind had picked up immensely. This is not good. For him, his skin, and much less you. He had to find you and fast. He spotted markings on the trees and the piles of stones nearby and he tilted his head. He knelt down to pick up a stone and eyed it a moment before he brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. It smelled of the lotion he had given you on one of your birthdays and for a brief moment, his heart flutters. You wore it constantly because it reminded you of Asmo and whenever you were feeling down, you’d take a whiff of yourself to feel closer to him and whatever was bothering you would instantly vanish. You told him this and he never forgot it nor did he ever let you hear the end of how happy it made him. Emotional in nature, Asmodeus started to tear up a bit as his fear of losing you increased. If he couldn’t find you soon, you’d surely be in danger if you weren’t already. He continued after you like a bloodhound, following you primarily by scent as his vision was becoming obscured by the blinding snow and ice. In addition, he would call out your name, hoping that by some unholy miracle, you’d hear his voice and come trudging through the snow into his arms. Today, he wasn’t so lucky.

Before long, your trail of markings and scent waned into nothingness and he came to a halt. “No, no, no, noooo!!” He turned in circles, sniffing until it hurt to do so, desperately trying to pick up your scent again but it never came. “Damn it!!” he cried as he dropped to his knees, a bit exhausted and heavily defeated. He couldn’t catch the tears before they trickled from his eyes so instead, he held his face in his hands and let them go. How could he have let this happen? The only one he could love more than he loved himself was probably stuck out here alone, terrified, and most likely hanging on for dear life but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because he couldn’t find you. He was so overcome by his feelings of weakness and hopelessness that he almost missed the echo of your voice crying out through the storm. Almost.

He perked up in an instant, stumbling back to his feet before chasing the sound and calling after you. “MC?! Where are you, love?!” Although there was no reply, he continued in the same direction with your scent having picked up, until he came across the makeshift shelter you held up in. As he crawled in and got closer to you, he came to a complete stop before his jaw dropped to the floor and heart concaved within his chest. You were lying there like-... like you had been lying once before like a broken porcelain doll, abandoned and forgotten by it’s owner. He covers his mouth with his hand and began to cry once more, only this time in much more pain. Crawling over to you, he takes one of your hands in his and brings it to his quivering lips, gingerly kissing your hand before taking the rest of you into his embrace. “Oh MC... My sweet, sweet MC,” he whispers through his tears, “I’m so sorry.” The lump in his throat strangles the words that try to come out. “So very sorry.” He clutches you tighter, leaning his head against yours and rocking you in his embrace, telling himself this is a horrible dream. He never imagined days would come when someone else’s wellbeing came before his and yet the moment you had made a pact with him, he was immediately catching himself thinking of you before he ever came close to thinking of himself. It was incredibly bizarre... and he only wanted more. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that if fewer thoughts of himself meant more thoughts of you, he’d gladly take himself off the pedestal and place you on top instead. Unfortunately, this newfound wondrous feeling wouldn’t last long as the possibility of losing his source of selflessness and humility was rapidly increasing.

“As..moo...” His crying stops and he jerks up, looking down at you. For a brief second, he thought he heard you speak but seeing as you looked the exact same, he assumed he was starting to hear things. Until you said it again. “A..sm..oooo.” Any human would have thought that their ‘cheese had slid off the cracker’ because now, they’re hearing voices from beyond the grave, but Asmodeus knew better. He saw the curving of the delicate lips that your frozen face had allowed and he gasped. “MC!!” He tugs you ever so closer and snug to him that your spine could’ve snapped if he hadn’t of pulled away seconds later to litter your profile with swift and gentle kisses. When he’s done showering you in his smooches of relief, he stands up with you cradled to his chest and flies to back to the cabin to try and bring you back to the MC who once inspired him to be more by thinking of himself less. Besides, you owed him a dip in the hot tub and he wasn’t about to let some horrible blizzard take that away.

Beelzebub:

When you told this man that you wanted to go on a little scavenger hunt to check out the area, he thought you meant you were going to go see what kind of food joints were nearby and he was a little heartbroken at first, thinking you were doing such a thing alone. Without him. The avatar of Gluttony. But you assured him that you two would go together to do that later, and then buy as many groceries, snacks, and take-outs as he pleases as soon as you got back from a quick sight seeing. You also mentioned that you might find some berry bushes on your outing and you would bring some of those berries back for him to try. His cheeks dimpled and he gave you that smile that made your heart do cartwheels in your chest. For his cooperation, you gave him the location of the secret but not so secret because he could smell them anyway stash of your packs of fruit snacks. Ever since the pact, he has never been offended that you had ‘secret’ stashes because he understood all too well why you had to hide them away. His brothers did the same. But even still, you would always, and I mean always, share parts of your food with him so all he really had to do was wait for you to get hungry and surprisingly enough, it was almost as often as he would. You two were a match made in the celestial realm that could eat take the world by storm and he could never really put into words how much that connection that the of you two shared meant to him other than sharing HIS food with YOU.

Thinking of all of this food inevitably made him hungry so he went to your luggage, fumbled around a bit until he found them, and then gobbled down the full packs of fruit snacks, one by one, to hold him over until you came back. He then shuffled over to the couch to plop himself down and wait for your return. Before long, he was shifting and fidgeting in his seat as the cabin started to creak in the uncomfortable silence. He tried watching tv, doing little exercises, and eating more snacks but nothing was helping ease the uneasy feelings he was having.

There were many times in his life where the world around him seemed uncomfortably quiet. Yes, he was technically used to bouts of quietness with Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth himself, being his twin brother and roomie. But typically, Belphegor was at least in the vicinity; either quietly snoring across the room, resting himself against Beel in one way or another, or could be called on and they could reach each other in a matter of seconds. They were never too far apart nor were any of his other brothers for that matter, if Beel needed a distraction. But as life can be a bit unforgiving, Beel was left alone, on occasions, for long periods of time with nothing but his increasingly loud thoughts to keep him company. And mind numbingly loud they were. It would range between his memories from The Great War of battling angels he once called friends, his overwhelming guilt of not being able to save Lilith, a bit of leftover anger with Lucifer for locking his brother away and then lying to him about it, guilty anger over Belphegor’s attempt to kill you, but most of all... he’s bent to the point of breaking over the fact that he knows he has a problem with his sin, more so than his brothers, and yet celestial realm knows there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it and that is what hurts most of all. And when thoughts like these come knocking at- no- BEATING DOWN his door, he either works his body until he crashes from fatigue, goes on binges for months to drown them out, bottles it all up until it terrorizes him in his dreams, or all of the above. That is, until you came along. Whenever you’re around, his mind, body, and soul seem at peace, and no more does he feel that he is starving, or broken and in need of fixing, or so far beyond forgiveness for what he’s done and who he has become that no one should ever be around him again for he’d only hurt them in the end, unable to stop himself. With you around, the quiet nor his own mind are his enemies but rather, potential friends. Indeed, he still has his moments where the ‘darker’ silence still pays him visits but they have become fewer and farther in between. And it’s all because of you.

That being said, this is one of those ‘darker’ silence visits and before it can get any sort of footing in his mind, he shoots up from the couch and heads out of the door to come looking for you.

He noticed little digits in the trees and piles of stones lining up with a trail going in a particular direction. If he remembers correctly, Satan had once mentioned that humans used these types of techniques as a survival tool in order to find their way back or leave a trail to be found if need be. Wow, his human is a smart cookie- “Damn it.” Shouldn’t have thought that. His stomach growled as if it was summoned and he pats his belly in an effort to console it. “I know, I know. I’m sorry buddy. We’ll find MC soon and then we can go eat with them.” It practically purred in response.

Minutes passed of following your trail and the sky began to darken with the wind picking up, followed by the walls of snow and ice. This was unsettling as he knew that humans couldn’t really survive out in weather like this for long, no matter how smart or capable they were. It was even more unsettling that your markings had disappeared and you were nowhere in sight.

“MC!!” he calls after you but you don’t respond. He continues, over and over, calling after you yet only the wind calls back. There was only one solution left and it was one he didn’t particularly like. He could use his ability as the Avatar of Gluttony to enhance his senses and sniff you out but... the problem was in the fact that he only ever used it when he was particularly starving, so inherently, whenever he zeroed in on something, he was going to eat it when he found it. This didn’t bode well for you considering you, in particular, had an exceptionally appetizing scent and it was extremely difficult to ignore, even with a full belly on the rare occasions that it is and out of his demon form. But because he was out of options and time was running out on the possibility of finding you alive, he had no other choice than to shift into his demon form and zero in on your scent. By Lord Diavolo, it was immaculate. The oh so sweet aroma was speaking sweet nothings to his stomach and the growl it emitted could shake the earth, if not hidden away under flesh and bone. He could make out a ghostly outline of your old footprints, beneath layers of snow, leading in one particular direction. He followed blindly, his hunger now at the wheel and in full on stalking mode as an apex predator on the prowl. It lead him in a few circles before ending up at the miniature shelter and by now, your scent was overwhelmingly delectable to his senses. He ducked low and could make out your silhouette in the darkness. Inching towards you, his nails turned to darkened claws and his teeth bared themselves with an impending goal to devour you whole until there was no trace of you but the outline of the snow of where you once laid- “NO!!”

Beelzebub stripped his sin from the reigns of his mind and he dropped to his knees beside you before it could begin it’s feast. He shook his head, trying to completely erase the thoughts of consuming your body and the immensely alluring smell that lead him to you in the first place. He then looked back to you and your drooping, solidified form and couldn’t hold back the tears that started to trickle down his face. “M-MC...?” Your heart would’ve shattered, just as his did in that moment, upon hearing the pain in his voice. “MC, no... please don’t do this.” He takes your head in his hands and turns your vacant, expressionless face towards him to try and get you to wake up. His thumbs trace circles over your cheeks and he’s calling your name but with no reply. The hands that are usually ever so steady and gentle with you, the hands that you’ve come to love with your whole heart, now shake in bits of agony as he pleads with his entire existence for you to wake up and come back to him. You continue to lay there, upon the cold, hard stone with your empty eyes looking right through Beelz’s and he can’t take it anymore. He lifts you into his arms and races back to the cabin with your limbs dangling towards the snow. Once there, he gingerly places you on the couch and flies around the cabin, grabbing the things he needs to get you warm and bring you back to him. He strips you of your wet clothes and dresses you anew in dry pairs. He throws a plethora of blankets over your body, covers your hands with fuzzy mittens and your feet in multiple pairs of fuzzy socks, then wraps a scarf around your neck and adjusts it so that it comes up to just beneath the opening of your nose. Lastly, he tosses firewood into the fireplace and sets them ablaze before settling onto the couch, placing you between his legs and wrapping his large arms around your frame, snuggling his face into the crook of the scarf around your neck. He inhales deeply, taking the sweet scent of you into his lungs before exhaling and letting his tears fall again. His grip on you tightens as he’s torturing himself for allowing this to happen to you a second time, the one and only person who could ever really take all of the darkness in his life into the palm of their hands and toss it to the four corners of the earth like it never existed. Like it never even knew his name in the first place. Now it was his turn to take away your pain, your darkness, your mistakes and it terrified him because as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t feel as if he could, no matter how strong he was or tried to be. The only thing he was certain of was that he had try his damndest to bring you back but then wait for fate to decide the rest.

Belphegor:

To be honest, Belphegor didn’t exactly want to come up to the human world in the first place, for a couple of reasons.

(1): He still has a teeny tiny ginormous grudge against humans, even if he knows Lilith became one and you were one as well. That didn’t mean that the rest of them were not still thorns in his side and most likely will remain so until the end of time. Especially Solomon. I mean really, what is that sorcerer up to half of the time?

(2): There isn’t much he prefers to be doing more so other than sleeping. He’s the Avatar of Sloth, Mr. Sandman himself. It came with the ‘job description.’ So he would just be going from sleeping down in the devildom, his palace of comfort, to sleeping up in that Father awful human world, the bane of his existence. “What a joy that would be,” he thought to himself while rolling his eyes as you were in the midst of going over all of the reasons he should come with you on this trip.

And finally (3): As much as he refuses to admit it, deep down in his heart of hearts, he often times feels guilty for being so low energy while you attempt to do things with him and share your life with him. He’s angry with himself for not being able to do much about it given that it is his sin, other than try his best to spend as much of his waking hours with you as he can for as long as you live, rather than sleeping both of them away. Which is why he inevitably caved and agreed to come with you on the trip. Besides, maybe the human world isn’t so bad when he’s with his favorite one? And maybe the chill from the snowy mountains could be his obvious excuse for snuggling ever so close to you under the piles of blankets and pillows. A smug little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth while he imagines it, eyeing your frame slowly, up and down, before nodding at whatever you had just said... sorry, MC. He wasn’t really listening at the time.

That is how the two of you ended up waving goodbye as you stepped out of the cabin to go sight seeing for a bit and he stayed behind, assuring you he would try his best to stay awake and unpack. We both know how that went

He awoke to the sound of an alarm you had secretly set on his D.D.D. knowing all too well that his promise was empty and growled at the ringing in his ear, nevermind that it was as soft as a loving mother’s lullaby. He jerks up, fumbles his hands in and around the mountain of blankets in search of his device, until he feels the vibrations of it and snatches it from its snug hiding place between his rump and the cushions. The light from it was blinding, having him squint into a frown as he swipes away the alarm. He grumbles, scratching his head through the tuffs of chaos before lifting his intertwined fingers towards the ceiling and letting out a groan, stretching his limbs. “MC?” he calls with his eyes still closed in a grumpy squint. Assuming you simply didn’t hear him, he calls for you again, a little louder, and with no reply for the second time, his eyes finally open and he looks around the empty cabin. He wiggles out of the blankets and walks around, giving the entire cabin a quick once-over, looking for his little, seemingly hard-of-hearing human. That’s odd. You weren’t home and it was-...? He checks his D.D.D. It was about the time you said you would be back. He glances out of a nearby window and frowns. It was swiftly darkening outside and not because of the sun laying down to rest, but due to a vicious storm beginning it’s onslaught. It ticked him off that you hadn’t returned since he felt that you knew better than to leave him waiting for you and it ticked him off a little bit more that now, there was a storm brewing and he had to go out in the cold to drag you back himself before you got yourself killed. Being here was pointless without you and staying awake was quite difficult; Therefore, if you weren’t going to be there with him when he happened to be ‘with the land of the living,’ he would simply go back to sleep... angrily for that matter considering he put time and effort into staying awake for you. He never did that for anyone, not even Beel. So you had better have a good reason for still being out in the cold, soon to be cold storm, or there was going to be devildom to pay. But instead of laying back down to return to his rudely interrupted slumber, as much as he wanted to do so out of spite, he grabbed a coat that was thicker than the one he typically wore and stepped out to come looking for you and then eventually punish you for your transgressions. He sighed as he pulled the hood over his head in an effort to reduce the blasts of ice filled wind and shambled through the rising snow, looking high and low for any traces of you. That’s when he noticed the carvings in the trees and stone piles shaped in an odd fashion. “Ah... not so naive after all,” he mutters to himself and another one of his signature smirks makes its way to his face, but that soon fades as the wind picks up and his line of sight shrinks further and further. This storm was becoming a bit too strong, even in the eyes of a demon such as himself, and that thought alone gave him chills that no blizzard could muster for he knew that this kind of storm was not something humans typically survive in, especially alone. “MC, I swear on Diavolo’s very demon soul that if you’re out here goofing off, you’ll regret the day you came back from my attempt to kill you.” The threat was empty and uttered without any true intention of being carried out. He was simply masking his fear with anger because he felt that his fear would weaken him and you didn’t need someone who was weak, you needed a strong and capable Belphegor to find you and bring you back home, safe and sound... being that you’re still alive.

He followed your trail until it came to a complete stop and with you nowhere in sight, he leaned against a nearby tree, one of the last ones you had marked, and traced his finger along the outline of the markings in the bark. “MC!!” He shouts for you but you don’t respond. He shouts your name over and over but the wind simply swallows them whole. Those fingers he once had on the bark, curled and tightened into a fist and he inhaled deeply just as he was rearing back before delivering an earth shaking blow to the center of the tree, leaving a gaping hole in its wake before the giant finally slunk to one side, toppled to the ground, and sent clumps of snow up in the air. His body shook no longer from the cold, but from the fear and the rage and the guilt overtaking him. He was terrified that he was losing you. Angry over the fact that no matter how hard he was trying, he couldn’t find you, much less save you. And celestial realm only knows how immensely guilty he felt for being the cause of your possible death, both in the past and now. He was shifting in and out of his demon form, his mind and sin arguing over who gets to take the reigns. Regrettably, his sin won without too much of a struggle and he bursts into his demon form onto his hands and knees, and began to scream, balling his eyes right out of his skull. “Please, MC!! For fuck’s sake, I can’t do this alone!! I need you, damn it!! I need you so fucking much!!” The world itself seemed to darken even further as Belphegor poured his breaking heart right out of the newly vacant pit in his chest. Nothing in all of the three realms could pull him from his decent into madness...

...until the sound of your voice makes it way to his ears, past the baying wind and cries of agony. Time itself seemed to stand still and the world around him grew deathly silent as he listened for your voice. He hears it echo from not too far off from where he kneeled. In the time it takes lightning to reach the earth, he has wiped his tears clean off and is now on his feet and bolting in the direction of your voice. That oh so delightful sound of your voice.

He reaches the knockoff shelter that you hid away in and hunches down, making his way to you. As soon as he reaches you, he slows to a stop and places his trembling fingers against your neck, testing for a pulse. It’s dangerously low but his heart lightly flutters because now he knows there’s a chance that you could make it out alive... if he hurries. Refusing to give up, he takes you in his arms and bolts back to the cabin to try and warm you up. If he can save you, he will make the celestial realm seem pale in comparison to the world he will provide for you. If not... Father have mercy on them all.

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