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lovelycassy · 1 year

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Ok hear me out, a Lorenzo Berkshire imagine where him and the reader are dating and she gets hurt during a girl day with pansy 😌

Hexed

Summary: Ever since you and Lorenzo started dating a week ago, you noticed a certain slytherin who always seems to be glaring at you. It only took some time before they take action against you.

Pairing: Lorenzo/Enzo x fem!reader

House: any

Blood status: pureblood

Word count: 1,588

Warning(s) : some violence, a lil cursing, a kissing scene that’s barely there, pet names (love & darling), not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: I am so sorry anon I didn't check my ask box for a rlly long time so I didn't notice that I already had requests 😭 I hope you didn’t wait that long but here it is though. btw this is my first fic so pls bear with me if its cringy I'm trying

Also forgive me if pansy, lorenzo and Daphne are not so in character these are just how I imagine their personalities are

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It was a sunny friday afternoon and you were going to your last class of the day. You were thinking of what you were going to do the next day when you heard someone call your name from behind.

"Y/n!" they called. You turned around and saw your best friend Pansy running down the hallway.

"Yes?" You answered

Pansy caught her breath before she asked, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?"

"not much, just going to stay in my dorm all day I guess, why?"

"I was thinking that we should have a girl's day, you know just the two of us, shopping at hogsmeade. Since our NEWTS are coming up and I know its gonna take a lot of our time, tomorrow is the perfect time for us to hang out before we have to stress about our exams. So, what do you say?" She said, with her eyes almost looking like she’s pleading for you to say yes.

You thought for a while. You didn't have anything else to do aside from sleeping and staying in your bed all day anyway. You also finished all your homework yesterday, you just need to hope that your last professor gives mercy on all of you students and lets you go without any homework.

"Okay sure, I need a break from school anyway." You finally answered.

"Great! Let's meet at the great hall at 9am, sound good?"

"Yep, see you tomorrow Pans!"

"Bye!"

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"Thank god we don't have any homework assigned today" you muttered as you entered the slytherin common room, heading to your boyfriend's dorm.

You knocked 3 times before you heard someone answer from inside;

"Who is it?“ Lorenzo shouted

"It's just me" you answered

"Oh alright, the door's open"

You entered and saw him sitting on his bed, reading a book. He already changed out of his robes and wore some comfy clothes.

He looked up from his book the second you entered the room.

"Hey darling, how's your day?" He asked

"Tiring, how's yours?" You said while taking off your robe and putting it on the coat rack

"It's alright, if you exclude the fact that seamus almost set the classroom and everyone in it on fire in potions."

"Wow, that bad?"

"Yeah, luckily snape was there. But of course he had to take points off Gryffindor because of the chaos Seamus created."

By now you had already changed into some comfortable clothes and was climbing in bed "But everyone was okay, right?"

"Of course, but enough about my day. Tell me what happened to yours?" He said, while cuddling you putting you on top of him

"Well pansy came to me a few hours ago, asking me to go on a girl's day with her tomorrow at hogsmeade. Since our exams are coming up she wants to hangout before we all get busy studying."

"And what did you answer her?"

"I said yes of course she's my best friend"

"I thought you said we're going to spend the whole day together tomorrow?" He looked down at you with a pouty face

"I said on sunday, love"

"No you definitely said Saturday"

"I'm pretty sure I said sunday"

"Fine you did"

"I promise you on sunday I'm all yours, okay? No one is going to disturb us."

"Alright fine"

Before you could say anything else he suddenly flipped both of you and he was on top of you

“Love what are you trying to do right now?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since classes ended”

Then you felt his lips on yours

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You were roughly making out for about 5 minutes now when you both heard a knock on the door.

"You lovebirds done? Its nearly dinner already so stop making out and let's go to the great hall." Theo groaned from the other side of the door.

"Okay okay we're coming" you said fixing yourself up

"Cmon lets just stay behind they won't even mind" Enzo complained

"Sorry love but as a human being I also need food plus I'm starving" you were walking to the door when you turned around and saw him on the bed with a pouting like face

"We could continue after dinner." You said with a smirk

That made him run to the great hall.

*timeskip to the next day*

You and Pansy have been shopping for almost 2 hours now. You suggested you guys eat lunch first before continuing your shopping spree

Once you guys were finished, you were both deciding the next store you were going to when you saw a certain slytherin walking towards you with her gang. The one who has been rude to you since you and Lorenzo started dating, Daphne Greengrass. Let’s pretend she didn’t like theodore and liked lor

It was no secret to the whole school that she liked him. She practically did everything to make him notice her. Yet Lorenzo still chose you, and that made her blood boil.

"What's she doing here?" You whispered to Pansy

Pansy just shrugged

"Well well well, look who we have here, its lorenzo’s little girlfriend, L/n " Daphne said with a smirk (IM INTERNALLY CRINGING RN)

“Hello Greengrass, what brings you to hogsmeade on this lovely day?”

“Oh nothing, I just heard you and parkinson over there talking about how you’re going to spend your boyfriend’s money on a shopping spree. Does enzo even know you’re spending his money?” She said as she strode a little more closer to you

You can’t start a fight, or else some professor might pass by and punish you both by taking away house points that won’t be enough to win the house cup

You took a deep breath before answering her, “actually Greengrass, the money I’m spending right now is my monthly allowance from my parents. Now if you would excuse us, we would like to get back to our shopping.”

You tried to get past her before she blocked you and pansy’s way

“Not so fast l/n, that’s not what I came here for.”

“What is it then Greengrass?” You were starting to get annoyed

By now you were standing at arm’s length from her

“I came here because I wanted to remind you something.”

Suddenly she pushed you to the ground

“What the hell are you doing!” Pansy shouted, while trying to break free from Tracey Davis, one of Daphne’s closest friends

“Telling L/n here to stay away from what’s mine” daphne said, pointing her wand at you

Right now you were terrified of what might happen

“What the hell do you mean by staying away from what’s yours-“

“I meant staying away from Lorenzo you bitch!”

“We were friends since we were babies! We were meant for each other until you came and took him away from me!” She shouted

“So right now I’m going to take revenge on what you’ve done, stupefy!”

With that you flew and landed your back on a wall, you felt yourself getting dizzy with dark spots covering your vision. You heard Pansy run to you calling your name before everything went black

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You woke up from a shine of light coming through your eyelids (does that make sense?), with a slight pounding in your head. You squinted your eyes a bit to get a better view to know where you were, it took a while before coming to a realization that you were in the hospital wing

You felt something or someone holding your hand, and you turned to see your boyfriend, Enzo, sleeping on a chair beside your bed holding your hand.

“Love, wake up,” you said, gently shaking the hand wrapped around yours.

You saw him fluttering his eyes a bit before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god you’re awake- hold on for a minute I need to get madam pomfrey.”

He rushed out of the hospital wing and returned with her not even 2 minutes later.

“Hello dear, how are you feeling?” Madam pomfrey asked with a gentle smile.

You looked at her and said, “my head hurts a bit, but may I ask what happened?”

“You must’ve forgotten because of how hard you hit your head yesterday.”

Hit your head? What happened? You thought for a while before all the events came back to your head. Daphne greengrass hexed you.

“Oh” was all you could say.

“Well dear once the pain in your head fades you are free to go anytime,” And with that madam pomfrey left.

You turned to look at your boyfriend and he looked at you with concerned eyes

“Um” he started “I heard from Blaise what Daphne has done to you, he was walking in hogsmeade when he saw Pansy trying to drag you back to the castle. I’m really sorry that-“

“It’s not your fault love” you cut him off

“No it partly is, I should’ve made it clear it Daphne that we weren’t going to work out if we ever got together. I guess I kind of led her on before I asked you out.”

“Well even if you say it is, you weren’t the one who hexed me.”

“Alright but I’m going to stay by your side all the time now, wherever you go I’m always gonna be there”

“Even during girl’s day??” you asked with a fake shocked face

“Even during girl’s day.” He said with a grin

“Noooo”

“Just kidding love, but still just in case so you won’t end up in the hospital wing again.”

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I’m not really satisfied with the ending, I might redo it once I think of a better one. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed! :)

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #Lorenzo Berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire angst #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire imagine

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pnwellie · 1 year

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i have a request!

sub ellie begging on her knees to eat readers pussy being all whiny and desperate and reader teases her by only allowing her to lick over her panties n ellie gets so frustrated and so horny she starts touching herself and grinding on her fingers? <3

btw im having weird troubles sending this for some reason it keeps getting stuck!! so if i accidentally sent this like 3 times im sorry 😭

oh my

this is long and i didn’t proofread! sorry! hopefully i did your idea justice anon!

getting up early to cook breakfast for the both of you, in the kitchen wearing only a tshirt and underwear when you hear ellie sleepily make her way out of the bedroom, eyes looking tired and her hair all messy from sleeping. she notices your lack of pants immediately and even though she’s seen you with even less on, the way you look standing there cooking for her is just so domestic and cute but also so sexy.

“hi baby, good morning” you say when she comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you. she hugs you tightly at the waist for a second before letting her hands drop a little lower, trying to push her fingertips past the waistband of your underwear.

“what are you doing, sweetheart?” you ask, turning around, breaking ellie’s wrap around your body. she looks disappointed at this, but immediately wraps herself around you again.

“woke up wanting you.” she says shyly. “look so sexy…” her cheeks flush as she tries to hold eye contact with you, her hands resting at your hips now. you laugh and try to lightly pull her off of you, so you can go back to cooking, but she holds on tightly.

“please” she begs, dropping down to her knees in front of you, face inches away from your clothed pussy as she looks up at you with sweet, obedient eyes. you don’t answer and keep staring down at her, a silent queue for her to beg harder. “please, wanna eat your pussy. pleasepleaseplease let me taste it, wanna make you feel good-“ you cut off her begging by taking your hand and placing it under her chin, pushing your thumb past her lip, feeling the way her warm mouth feels around your finger. admittedly, you want to give in… you have an adorable girl on her knees begging to eat you out, who wouldn’t let her do it? but ellie is just so fun to tease, and you wouldn’t let her have everything she wanted, she did just interrupt you making breakfast after all.

pulling your finger from ellie’s mouth, you boost yourself up so that you’re sitting on the kitchen counter. you spread your legs and ellie immediately positions herself between them and starts trying to take your underwear off.

“nuh-uh, leave them on.” you tell her, and she looks up with confusion, and then a little bit of disappointment as she realizes what exactly you’re wanting her to do. she presses her face against the fabric of your underwear, and licks a stripe up your pussy. you take your hand and hold the back of her head in place. she licks at your clit over the fabric, a frustrated groan leaving her mouth because your underwear is preventing her from sucking on it like she wants.

“please, it’s not enough.” she says, face still pressed against you. whining out a “need to see it, please please i need it so bad” before going back to flicking her tongue on your clothed clit. even though it’s not direct contact, it feels amazing, your underwear adding just a little bit more friction while still being able to feel how wet and warm ellie’s mouth is. you moan and it makes her work even harder, hoping you’ll reward her by actually taking off your panties and letting her finish you off how she wanted.

“fuck, feels really good baby. doing such a good job.” you tell her, and she moans back in response… and then keeps moaning, her mouth now missing from its spot against you. you open your eyes and realize that ellie has her hand down her pajama shorts, rubbing her own clit while using her other thumb to rub circles over yours.

“are you touching yourself?” you ask. ellie, with no shame, nods her head. you can tell just by her expression that she’s worked herself up so much that rubbing herself for just a little bit already has her wanting to cum.

“s-so mean…” she says, still touching herself. “teasing me like that… made me so needy, ‘m so wet.” she looked so… desperate. but still so cute. pulling her other hand off your body, you lift your hips and finally take off your underwear, exposing the sticky glistening mess ellie had caused.

“fuck-“ ellie says, and you see her body convulse just a little. “cumming” is all she says, and you take your hands and cup her face, forcing her to keep looking at you while she makes herself cum over the sight of you finally revealing yourself to her. tears build in her eyes and she shakes a little bit as she recovers from her orgasm. you give her a few minutes to come down, petting her hair and stroking her cheek.

“so,” you start, still naked from the waist down on the counter. “is it my turn now?” and then ellie spreads your legs and eats your pussy until your thighs clench around her face, both of you completely forgetting the breakfast you had planned to make.

#tldr ellie instacums when she sees y/n’s pussy #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #sub!ellie #ellie williams x you #tlou #ellie williams fic #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #asks #thank you for the suggestion #✍️

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obsessivelyloved · 2 months

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No no your fine! (Btw this is the same anon who asked the question), but um could you do something with Tord with this sentence? “stop looking at the door, please”

(Preferably with reader; but you can decide if you’d like to add that)

I haven't written anything this long in like two years

CW: Kidnapping

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One moment you were walking home, the next, you were tied up in some guy's car, lying in the backseat. He looked giddy at the road as you screamed and begged through the gag in your mouth. He looked pained as he met your eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Stop tugging against the rope. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he scolded. Like he was really concerned for his victim. “We’ll be home soon.”

You trembled, unable to stop yourself from tugging frantically at your wrists. The longer this went on, the more you felt as if someone was continuously dumping you into ice water. From your hogtied position on the seats, all you could see was the blue sky steadily dulling. It was hard to tell how long you lay there before the car stopped.

The man opened the car door, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder. You couldn’t see any recognizable sights.

“You poor thing” he crooned, pulling you closer to him. He inspected your wrists, clicking his tongue. He bends down and slings you over his other shoulder.

Frantically, you darted your head around. Houses went on for all you could see. There were no road signs, and no people outside. No eyes to see you carried inside. The door closed and tears blurred your vision. He set you on a couch, humming.

“No more tears, love. I’ll take a look at your wrists and get you out of these nasty ropes.” He wiped your face with his red sleeve, much gentler than you would have ever expected.

Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe you could punch him? Or just, something! You had to be able to do something.

He left the room and returned with…. pink fuzzy handcuffs? It was so absurd you almost stopped crying.

“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “It was the only thing I could find on such short notice. I’ve got another pair coming in the mail, you’ll enjoy that color much more.”

He sets the handcuffs down next to you, reaching down into his black jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade. He firmly grabs your wrists, pulling them as far as he could from your body.

You sit as still as you can. With wide eyes, you watch as he cuts through the rope. You barely move your hands an inch out of the ropes before he swiftly closes the cuffs on your wrists.

Fuck.

He pats your cheek, smirking. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

You don’t bother trying to answer. Drool dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, pooling around the gag.

Your kidnapper stands up straight, rolling his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to get you used to the house, my roommates will be home soon. They’re a bit… much. I don’t want to overwhelm you even more, sweetheart.”

Nausea rolls through you. Your face felt hot and sticky, a fresh wave of hot tears starting again

The man’s face softens. He reaches out, cupping your face. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re going to be fine. Let’s get you to my room and you can get cozy and start settling in.”

He gathers you into his arms and over his shoulder again. This time, all you’re interested in is the blurry floor. Down a hall you go and into a bedroom. Laid down on the bed, you stare down at your wrists. From what you could see beneath the cuffs, they were an angry shade of red, rope marks snaking around your wrists. Tugging made it worse, pain shooting up your arms.

The man moved around his room, singing under his breath. You couldn’t make out the words or what language it was.

“Up we go now, dearest,” he says as he gently sits you up against his pillows. He has a different gag in his hands.

As soon as he takes out the one you have, you rush out, “I won’t scream!” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. He paused, eyebrows furrowed and you added shakily, “Please. I-I promise I won’t scream.”

He sets it on his nightstand beside the bed.

“A single shout from you and it goes right back into your pretty mouth. Understand?”

You violently shake your head. “Y-Yes. I, I understand.”

He smiles at you, sitting down next to you. “Good. It’d be such a shame if your first night home was… unpleasant.”

You tense, turning your head away from him. Your heart races as you look around his room. Against his wall was a bookshelf, with both books and robotic parts. A TV was raised flat against his wall. On his dresser was….. Pictures of you.

Your hands grow clammy as your mind struggles to process what you are seeing. Pictures of you. Are on. His dresser.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

His eyes follow your line of sight and he cheeses at you.

“They’re my favorite ones,” He chuckles. “It took me a while to get them. You’re hardly ever outside your house without work clothes.”

You sitting in a nook, curled up against a wall reading a book with a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of you. You planting flowers. You excitedly looking at something, clearly beyond a camera.

You in a cafe. In front of your house. At the mall. You don’t recall a single memory of the man beside you. Of ever seeing him in these places, much less someone pointing a camera at you.

“How long have you been…” your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “How long have you been watching me?”

The man leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Too long,” he mumbles against your skin. He kisses you again, not minding the tears.

“Tord!!”

You jerk your head to the bedroom door. Hope rises against your better judgment but you have the sense not to scream.

The bedroom door opens to reveal a brown-haired man in a green hoodie. “Tord, we found the- Oh, hello!” He smiles at you, eyes warm and face nonchalant. Like this was normal. “You’re here much earlier than expected.”

You say nothing, staring wide-eyed.

He turns to the man -Tord you’re assuming- and scolds him.

“You were supposed to wait until we had dinner ready!”

Tord sheepishly shrugs. “They were walking home! It was perfect timing!”

The brown-haired man rolls his eyes and sighs. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells you. “But I suppose it’s good to let you get settled in first. I’ll be back with a hot drink.”

He closes the door and like clockwork, you burst into sobs. You try to stifle them as best you can. It would be best not to test how loud it would take for you to be gagged again.

You stare at the door as Tord pulls you close. “Oh honey,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be alright.”

Tord grabs his remote on his nightstand and turns the TV on. You don’t need to look to know you’re hearing your favorite show. All you can do is helplessly stare at the door and strain your ears to hear how many other people are in the house.

“Tom, move your damn vodka out of the fridge! You don’t need the whole pack cold at once!”

One.

“Oh so you can have all your soda cold but I can’t have my smirnoff in there?”

Two.

“Not all of it’s mine! Some of it’s for Tord’s partner.”

“Oh! They’re here?! I want to see them!”

Three.

“Wait until dinner. I’m sure the commie’s got his pants down by now.”

“Oh that’s just gross! Don’t talk like that Tom, it’s very rude. They in fact both had their pants on and clothing intact when I popped in.”

You don’t hear more than three voices bicker and move around. But still, it’s…. a lot. Four people total are keeping you in this house for god knows what reason. You refuse to think about the clothes comment. You wouldn’t you wouldn’t you wouldn’t or you were going to puke.

“Stop looking at the door, please.”

You nearly jump out of your damn skin hearing Tord’s voice. It snaps you out of your thoughts. You sniffle, taking deep breaths. You turn your attention to the tv and desperately try not to think about what fucked up situation you’re in.

#tw yandere #yandere tw #yandere #yandere tord x reader #tw kidnapping #yandere tord #yandere eddsworld #cw yandere #yandere fic

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ms--lobotomy · 3 months

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“How much prep time do you think I’ll need to take on a bear?”

I only have this kind of requests/questions, I’m sorry

-🪿

Hi Anon! Don't be sorry, I love these requests. Mailbox open specifically for you btw

LION EL'JONSON- You need to repeat the question because he just stares at you. "Three." "Three what?" Refuses to elaborate. ???- So busy prepping that they died. FULGRIM- "How much prep time?" he asks. You can tell that he's trying to avoid the question, so you ask it again. "I would rather engage one of my brothers in a duel." Bastard. PERTURABO- "Let me prep instead," he says, mainly because he really wants to build some complex machinery to catch the bear. You refuse, but he helps with the prepping anyways. Gives you no answer on how much time it would take. JAGHATAI KHAN- "A better question would be how much time the bear needs to take on yourself." Knows how often you get up to this bullshit, and knows how you aren't fucking around. LEMAN RUSS- Surprisingly honest in his response, if not completely wrong. Goes into detail on how you could take on a bear, but assumes you are as stupidly powerful as a Primarch. ROGAL DORN- "You are not going to fight a bear." There is an awkward silence between you two before you reveal that you were planning to do it whether he liked it or not. He sighs and overestimates the time you'd need. KONRAD CURZE- Giving the most deranged grin you've ever seen, he says "None." There is blood in his teeth. SANGUINIUS- He puts a gentle hand on your head. "You do not need to prep. I can take care of it for you." You have to explain to him that no, you want this, you crave bear violence. FERRUS MANUS- "It depends on how well you prep," he shrugs. Offers to help build you weaponry for your bear escapades. You are now in posession of a sword as tall as you are. ???- Turned into a bear. Run! ANGRON- "Absolutely none," he grins. Ready to take on a bear at a moment's notice, and if you're close to him, you probably are as well. Glorious melee combat is glorious melee combat, bear or not. ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- Sighs. "This again?" Thinks for a minute before giving you an honest answer. Offers to provide paperwork to prove that you can take on a bear. MORTARION- Stares at you for a minute before you realize that he's thinking. "I wouldn't do it if I were you, but I know there's no stopping you." Tells you that you need more time than you actually do. MAGNUS THE RED- "What planet do you plan on fighting the bear on?" he asked. "Do you have any methods for doing so?" Needs to know more, more about what you plan on doing before answering. HORUS LUPERCAL- Quirks an eyebrow at you. "You really won't leave these poor animals alone?" he chides lightheartedly. Gives a throwaway answer again. LORGAR- Lectures you on how important bears are to the planet's ecosystem and why it is a bad idea to take on an apex predator in the first place. You ignore him. VULKAN- "You're not taking it on without any help." Forges you some armor that's surprisingly light. Doesn't want you to get hurt in this debacle. CORVUS CORAX- "I don't know, maybe an hour?" When it comes time for you to take on the bear, though, Corvus comes out of the void and scares the bear away. Asshole. ALPHARIUS- "Huh?" May have already begun prepping to fight the bear. May be planning to sic a bear on you. Run.

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saltwaterburns · 9 months

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Hi, hello. Could I request an Anthony Lockwood x reader fic, maybe with the reader comforting Lockwood after a near death experience during a case/when stress becomes too much/after a nightmare (your choice, truly)

Thank you so much in advance! I love your writing and I look forward to reading what you make of this request (no pressure though!!)

je sais pas m'oublier

summary: you comfort lockwood after a mission almost gone wrong and somehow end up tangled together with him in the library

warnings: lockwood gets injured and they don't kiss 😕

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

a/n: AAAAAA MY FIRST EVER FIC THATS A REQUEST. This is very nerve wrecking btw I don't want to disappoint anyone. If it's bad it's cause of nerves. I love you guys sm, all of your notifications make my day. And!!! When requesting I'd loveloveLOVE if you'd specify the readers gender! I tried to make this gn but it might tilt towards fem reader ;(

And to this lovely anon, i adore you endlessly!!! 🩷

It was supposed to be a simple case. Get there, find the source, capture it, get out. It really didn't seem like something to make a big deal out of. Yet here you were, desperately digging the ground for multiple sources alongside George while Lucy and Lockwood are trying to fight off the wailing type twos surrounding your lot.

"I've never wanted Kipps and his crew to show up more than right now." You laugh, a hint of worry sprinkled upon it. George snorts and you grin at the sound, your hands steadily guiding the shovel that's digging the ground, not a spot on your body left that appears clean. You feel small droplets of rain start to drop down and the waters of panic lap at your feet, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The possibility of you not making it out in one piece tonight just became very real. If the rain continues, you won't be able to see the ghosts well enough to fight them off.

As if on cue, your shovel hits something wet, hard and slippery. Bones. You shout for George and leave him to deal with the sources, hauling yourself up the muddy hole to go and help your friends.

Your gaze settles on Lockwood. He seems to be doing fine at first glaze, but as you look closer, you see that he's limping. Why on Earth would he be limping? You dont have enough time to wallow on that because he falls, his rapier flying just a few inches too far for him to grasp.

You shout for him and without thinking, grab a magnesium flare off your belt, throwing it somewhere in the direction of the ghost. The explosion would've knocked you off your feet but your mind is locked on him, his lanky frame, that now on the ground looks small, fragile even.

"Lockwood, Locky are you alright?" You ask, dropping down on to your knees next to him, gently cradling his face in your hands. He groggily opens his eyes and you practically sob, pulling him close to you. His brown curls tickle your face but you only hold him tighter, smiling to yourself as you feel his arms slowly making their way around you.

"Fucks sake, you scared me. Scared me so bad. Why were you limping? You could have been ghost touched." You murmur, pressing a kiss to his head after every word. You don't give him time to answer before pulling away, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his. His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes brushing against pale cheeks. How does he always manage to look so breathtaking?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I messed up a manoeuvre and slipped on the grass, it was rather stupid of me." He apologises, but you only hold him tighter.

George finishes up securing the sources with Lucy and all five of you start the journey back to Portland Row, soaking wet and covered in mud, awaiting the box of Arif's donuts that are sitting on the kitchen table.

You exit the steaming bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around your upper body, soaking wet hair leaving a path of tiny droplets all the way to your and Lucy's room. The ginger girl is fast asleep under the mountain of covers, soft snores emitting from her. You turn off her bedside lamp, darkness swallowing the room. You're used to the darkness, the way it disables all your senses at first. You pay it no mind and slip into a grey 'The Rolling Stones' t-shirt, rough drying your hair with the towel before disregarding it somewhere.

You don't go straight to bed. Something is crippling inside you, chewing on your heart. You leave your room and walk downstairs, stopping in front of the library door. Light is bleeding through the cracks all around the door, and you instantly know who's awake in there at this hour. It's him, always him.

You knock on the door a few times and twist the door knob, stepping into the dimly lit room. Lockwood is sitting there; his hair damp, his sleep shirt a little soaked as well. He has a book in his lap and it looks like he's trying to read but something is bothering him.

"Hey, you. I wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He sighs softly and closes the book, putting it away before patting on the spot next to him, signalling for you to come and sit. You do exactly that and sit down next to him, looking a little worried.

He's warm. You can feel the heat emitting from him, his body. Its heating up your cheeks, tinting them pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Just shaken I suppose. Felt like I was looking death himself right in the eye for a second there." He chuckles, but there isn't any amusement laced in it. You don't reply to him, you just take his hand in yours and lace your fingers together.

Nothing else is said throughout the night. When George finds you two in the morning, he's laying on top of you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You're holding him close to you, your grip unrelenting.

Part two, yes no maybe?!?! I hope you guys enjoyed 😁Feedback is always more than appreciated !!

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim #lockwood and co #lockwood and co x reader #lucy carlyle #gn reader

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hiskillingjar · 18 days

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Hey! I hope you're having a nice day. I'm the anon that asked about the inside names a while ago, I really appreciate you getting out of your way to answer me! <3. I was thinking, could you please write Ren x Strade where Ren gets jealous of one of the new victims and Strade "consoles" him by letting him watch TV with him in the sofa and *maybe* having some fun only the two of them? I firmly believe that Strade canonically did those kind of things (even if we didn't see it) to keep Ren closer and not make him want to escape. You're free to decline the request btw, no pressure intended! Hope you have a great day (:

huh…the poison really DOES drip through (that's a succession reference because i enjoy quality television)

1700+ words, she/her for a fem mc

Ren had grown accustomed to his new routine in Strade’s domain, for lack of a better word.

In the mornings (or early afternoons), he’d wake up, make breakfast, clean up after himself, then maybe, occupy his time with a new show or his filtered internet access. Mid-day, he’d eat lunch, take a nap, and, of course, try not to get himself killed (an important task!) In the evenings, if he made it that long, he’d make dinner, clean up, and maybe have a bath to balm his new wounds, before going to bed.

Then the cycle would start all over again, day after day.

It was easy, despite the danger, and it was stable, and though he was smart enough to know that this wasn't what a life should be, living like a captive animal, too scared to make even one mistake lest he be punished for it, there was a certain comfort to knowing exactly what he was going to do, every day for the rest of his life.

Hence, his irritation when a new pet had come in and fucked all that up.

And hence why now he was cleaning up after a dinner he hadn't even made (or enjoyed enough to warrant his exchange of chores. She was a vegetarian, for god's sake.)

He seethed silently to himself, dragging the metal scouring sponge up and down a greasy frying pan, sticky with brown sauce and burnt tofu, turning the dishwater a muddy brown colour.

This was just about the chores, he told himself, this was about the disruption to his routine throwing him out of wack and disorientating him, it was just that.

His anger surely had nothing to do with the beaming smile Strade gave her when she presented dinner, reminding the young man of a husband and a new (inexperienced) wife, or the way he pet her hair all the while as he ate, or even the way he complimented the meal, commenting that she should make dinner more often, because "Ren's got a routine about his cooking" and he’d grown bored of it.

It was nothing to do with that, surely.

No way.

“God, I can see that scowl from the other room.”

Ren let out a surprised yip when he heard Strade’s voice, dropping the pan in the soapy water and soaking the front of his tank top.

He always had a way of sneaking up on him.

“S-Strade,” Ren replied, looking over his shoulder to the older man, who was idling in the doorway of the kitchen, picking his teeth. “Sorry, I, um…I’m just doing the dishes.”

“I can see that,” Strade replied as if it was obvious (and it was) before he crossed the threshold of the kitchen and paced towards the younger man. "You're looking pretty dour, Ren. Why the long face, hm?" He then asked, raising a brow and leaning against the kitchen island, his hip slightly cocked.

"It's…it’s nothing," Ren murmured softly, his gaze going back and switching between his shaking hands, bunched up in the front of his murky grey tank top, and the dirty dishwater where the pan was still waiting to be cleaned.

"It's not nothing, otherwise you wouldn't be in such a mood," Strade retorted with a huffed chuckle. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind. I can’t deal with you acting bitchy for the rest of the evening."

"I just..." Ren sighed, forcing himself to relax. He had a tendency to be on edge around Strade, though.

“Just?” Strade drawled out. “Don’t lie to me, Ren. You know how bad you are at it.”

"I…” Ren’s voice was barely a whisper as he glanced off to the side, his face heating up and feeling hot. “I miss you, I suppose."

"You…miss me?" Strade sounded genuinely surprised as he took a step closer, encroaching on the younger man’s space, as he so often did. "Well, that’s pretty silly. We live in the same house, buddy. I see you every day."

"You know what I mean," Ren replied quietly, biting his lip, his sharp, little fangs hooking over his lips and marking them with stark indentations, about to bleed. "It’s like….since you picked up the new girl, it's just been...different, ya know. Like, with everything and not just…mm, between us."

Strade was quiet for a good while, his golden eyes drifting upwards with thought, before he let out a good-humoured chuckle (low and pleasant and rumbling), shaking his head fondly as he stepped even closer to the young man and slid his big palm along the exposed skin of his back.

"Are you jealous, Ren?" Strade murmured, his voice low and almost teasing.

"Of course, I'm fucking jealous," Ren replied openly (he was never good at lying anyway), his voice an irritated rasp as his extremities bristled with nervous (quietly delighted) energy at being touched so intimately. "I’m all alone and you've got a new...thing to play with. She's even doing all my chores, like...like you're husband and wife or something"

"Mm," Strade hummed with subdued amusement, resting his stubbly chin on Ren's shoulder and rubbing at the space where his skin and tail met. It was incredibly sensitive. "See, I always thought you didn't like my games...you fought back hard enough that I thought that way, anyway..."

"I-I don't," Ren said, his fingers curling into tight fists, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure that shot through his back as Strade pressed his thumb against the nub of flesh at the base of his tail. "But I, ah...i-it was worth it when you were nice to me, you know. Now, you just...ignore me. I hate it."

"Hmph," Strade huffed out a chuckle, so effortlessly charming, so easily likeable, no wonder he had no trouble picking up new prey. "Come now, there's no reason to be jealous. You know you're my first, don't you, fuchs?"

Ren said nothing but shivered as he felt Strade lean in even closer, felt his hot breath on his skin, the warmth and lowness of his accent when he said his pet name for the younger man enough to make every part of his body throb with desperate, needing want.

He was a sucker, that was for damn sure.

"You'll always be my first. Having someone new here doesn't get rid of that." Strade's hand ran further down, stroking over his tail before landing on his backside, giving it a firm grope. "There really is no reason at all to be jealous of someone new...though I have to admit, it's incredibly cute."

"Strade-" Ren whimpered, shaking hands gripping the edge of the marble counter (expensive, bespoke, how much blood had been spilt for him to afford this kitchen, this house, this life?)

"If I were a worse person, I'd use that to my advantage, you know." He continued, his fingers greedily palming Ren's ass before slipping beneath his shorts and reaching to the front. cupping and squeezing his slowly hardening cock as he pressed his cheek to Ren's, stubble-dotted skin against his, smooth and youthful and ripe for the taking. "Take this opportunity to see you really rip into my new pet, tear her apart, just for you to prove how loyal you are to me."

Ren bit his lip hard enough that he felt the slow trickle of blood bead down his chin, but the pain didn't deter him from shifting his hips forward and seeking more of Strade's warm grip.

"But, well..." The older man mused. "I'm pretty bad, but I'm not that bad."

"Mm," Ren moaned, bringing his fist to his lips to keep himself quiet (and to wipe away the blood) as Strade worked his cock to full hardness, his knot swelling with blood. "You're awful..."

"Ah, I don't think you mind," He quipped with another low chuckle, pressing his lips to Ren's cheek and squeezing him a little tighter. "Otherwise you wouldn't be jealous."

"Ngh-" Ren's hands went down to Strade's, his weak grip pulling at his wrist and his hips shifting forward even more, desperate for any degree of attention that the older man would give him, no matter the cost.

"You're my boy, Ren," Strade reminded him, his lips trailing down his trembling jaw, in a gesture as close to a kiss that someone like Strade could manage. "My number one. I'll never be able to replace that. You do know that, don’t you?"

"Mmhmm, yeah," Ren stammered, his voice weak and quiet and so utterly submissive that it made his legs (and cock) twitch. "I'm...mm, I'm your boy..."

"Yeah, you are," Strade growled indulgently, pushing his own hips forward and letting Ren feel the growing hardness of his cock through his khakis. "I hope you don't forget that, fuchs...I'd hate to have to remind you."

"Mm...n-no, sir," Ren replied quickly with a jerked nod of his head. "I won't forget, promise."

"Good boy," Strade praised, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head (right next to his twitching ear) and prying himself away, idly groping his cock as he did so but looking as casual and easy and so fucking untouchable, like he always did. "Hey, how about we have a night together, just us two?"

"H-Huh?" Ren looked towards the older man with a confused look (apparently unaware or uncaring just how much his cock was tenting his loose shorts).

"Yeah, I've got one of those, ah…those nature shows you like recorded." He beamed, just as he had with the girl when she'd made dinner, and it was enough to make Ren’s heart hurt. "How about it? Boy's night?"

Ren didn't care about nature shows.

But Strade did, and it was one of the few things they actually did together, before the girl had interrupted their peace.

So, Ren smiled back, his tail wagging and his ears perked up high on his head.

"Y-Yeah! That sounds...really great." He nodded eagerly. "Um, let me just finish the dishes and then we can...yeah, watch it."

"Wunderschon," Strade laughed handsomely and crossed his thick arms over his chest. "That’s great, I'll get it queued up.” He turned to leave the kitchen. “But don't take long, buddy, or I'll start without you."

"Sure, won't take long." Ren smiled to himself again, turning back to the dishes.

"Oh, and Ren?"

"Hm?"

"You really should warm up to our new guest already, hm? I never said I minded sharing her with you...and she's a better fuck than you probably give her credit for~"

#ren hana #strade btd #ren btd #strade x ren #qs #drabbles #fics #hey. it's okay. incest allegories.#i'm in the office hence the writing lol

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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NRC staff (minus sam) react to reader saying their dog (aka grim) ate their homework?more like burnt

Hey there Anon ! Sorry for not answering your ask earlier, this writer procrastinates like a motherf*cker but I've finally motivated myself to do something also cause I ran out of other stuff to do so here you go-. I hope you enjoy it !

Warning(s) : cussing/cursing or whatever you wanna call them, reader is gender neutral and the relationship between them and the staff is strictly platonic. I will murder Birdman

NRC staff reacting to reader saying that grim burnt their homework :

Crowley :

So here's how this shit went down.

This guy was walking around the school like he had no responsibility whatsoever after he proceeded to give you more than 3000 files and paperwork to do instead of him.

He goes back in his office, and you appear out of nowhere kicking the damn door down LIKE AN ENRAGED DEMON CRAWLING OUT OF HELL- and calmly tell him "Grim burnt the papers."

and while you wait for a response he's just standing in the corner screaming his lungs out like :

Reader : Are you done yet ?

Crowley : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*faints*

Reader : "..."

Reader : "Well at least that problem is fixed. SOMEBODY HELP ME GET RID OF THE BODY ! ALSO DON'T BURN IT IT'LL SMELL LIKE SHIT BURNT ON A STICK-"

Crewel :

*smacks the shit out of the raccoon* "I put your loud flamethrower out of commission now here is a copy, go do it again please. I'll set an extension for you."

.....

WELL THAT WAS FAST-

Anyways, from my point of view, Crewel is kinda like a benevolent woodwork teacher who is just overseeing the workshop but allowing his students to discover for themselves...

Which machine is most likely to cut their fucking heads off.

brbrbrbrbrbrrbrbrb AAAARGHH-

"It was that one Ace, well done."

Vargas :

Now this man is annoying.

And when I say annoying I mean going on a train and seeing a seat being occupied by a fucking purse.

Like mate-

Put that shit on your shoulder. Nobody cares that it's fake Gucci.

And so he'll be very very very veeeery annoying when you tell him about it.

Makes you do five hundred push ups and proceeds to encourage you to continue while you're body is pissing sweat and forcefully wheezing out your kidneys.

You won't be alone cause grim is fucking joining you btw.

Trein :

probably is the only one with a sane reaction and advice.

"Make sure to keep grim away from your assignments next time, I'll let it pass just this once."

He's nice, I mean he is like a grandpa.

..Yeah that's all I'm gonna say for him.

Done.

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windsweptinred · 2 months

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Hey, had this image of Morpheus as a massive Raven hovering in the air behind Daniel in my head and thought you would maybe like it as well. Maybe I'll draw it one day but until then I've written it. Hope you enjoy this :)

The dark entity rises in front of Dream while he watches with neither anger nor fear only a hint of curiosity on his fine boyish features.

"Now Dreamlord what shall I do to you, after I’ve slayed your oh so loyal pet?" The entity gestures dismissively to the bloody body of the Corinthian lying on the ground. "You are just a child after all nothing like your predecessor. Not even worse a challenge, letting others fight your fights."

Dream’s lips twitch. "I apologize for the transgressions of my nightmare, he is sometimes a bit overeager." A short glance to the side confirms that said nightmare is already getting up again while cursing quite colorfully under his breath. "But if you rather want to measure yourself with my predecessor than me I can certainly ask him if he would be willing to do so. But I should warn you he won't be in the best mood. As far as I know, he had a date planned for this evening."

"What?" The entity frowns in confusion. Dream however closes his eyes and hums under his breath. The Corinthian has by now staggered to his lord's side complaining about his ruined suit. After a moment the new Dreamlord opens his eyes again and smiles a little bit brighter now. "He will be here shortly." The smile gets a little mean tilt. "I hope you don't mind his form though, he was indeed not pleased to be interrupted."

Before the entity can answer a strong wind sweeps over the area. Sand and little stones swirl around and lift into the air. The wind picks up more and more before a huge black shape dives out of the sky.

With one powerful beat of its massive wings, it stops short of touching the ground. Black as night it hovers behind the young man, making his white curls and clothes dance in the gust of its beating wings.

Dream smiles up at the monstrous raven, the stars in his eyes reflecting back at him from the dark ones of the beast.

"I'm sorry for the interruption of your evening but this guest here thought you would be a worthier challenge than me," the young man says with a beatific smile.

A deep rumbling scratching sound, a grotesque rendition of a chuckle, comes from the raven. "Then he must not know who he faces."

"It appears to be so. But perhaps he would like to compare, if you would like to join me?"

Again the rumbling scratching chuckle from the raven, "With pleasure. Let us show him the old and new terror of Nightmare. He may decide afterward which was more to his liking."

The Corinthian scoffed, "Sure you haven't gone soft in your retirement Morpheus?"

The raven turns his massive head towards the nightmare. "You are welcome to judge as well, little nightmare. Though I do not think this will take long." With that the raven turns to the entity in front of them. It seems to flinch when the dark eyes fix it in place. "Not long indeed. Shall we, my dear successor?"

"After you, Morpheus," the young man in white says, smile still on his soft lips, though as he turns to the entity, sharp teeth seem to glint behind them.

Just Morpheus and Daniel tag teaming and completely obliterating whoever thought to stand in their way. Morpheus would be so offended on Daniel's behalf here. How dare anyone think his successor would not be better than him.

Btw no idea what the situation with Morpheus here is, he is retired but can still visit the dreaming and be either nightmare or dream, really no idea, only had the image and no context XD

Anon this is glorious! I cannot express what an honour and delight it was to find this waiting in my ask box!

I love how you captured Daniel, the 'boyish' sweetness with something decidedly more sinister lurking beneath the surface. He's so assured in this and it's sublime. The way his challenger uses Morpheus as a goad, but Daniel just shrugs it off in a, 'Well, it's your funeral' kind of way. 😅

I absolutely adored the relationship between Morpheus and Daniel. I think so often, we (myself included) picture their relationship as an imbalanced mentor/ student or retired!human/Endless one. But here, they have such a fist bump, we got this moment. They've got a perfect equilibrium in power and relationship and I love it! And Morpheus being offended on Danny's behalf. My heart! 💖💖💖

And the Corinthian rushing in there like a protective attack dog. Even though he knows Dream can more then handle the situation. Because ofcourse he would. And I think I'm now going to have to offically headcanon Cori getting a cheeky one liner in about retirement/here's the old guard/OK boomer whenever he meets Morpheus. 🤣

Hmmm, I've always liked to picture the relationship between Daniel and retired! Morpheus being more fluid. Almost a ying yang in that they have a little of each other in them. There's no saying Morpheus can't still tap into a little Endless in the Dreaming, while Daniel can tap into a little humanity in the Waking. Especially in regards to your fic, I love to think the links not entirely severed.

Once again thank you so much for this! I can't express how happy I was to read it. If you ever do illustrate it, please let me know!

#dream of the endless #morpheus #daniel hall #the corinthian #the sandman #Fic rec #Cause it's heartwarmingly perfect #Asks #Anon I was definitely picturing my own ships while reading this #But if you'd like any particular ones tagging #Just let me know

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millionsvash · 10 months

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Hey I saw from your pinned post that you're willing to write comfort regarding su*cidal thoughts (if I understood you correctly)? If that's the case, could I have some of that with Vash? My mental state has been on a downturn due to some environmental factors and I need a little extra help filling my head with good thoughts. (Don't worry about me btw I'm coping the best I can and sticking to what professionals have told me. This is more a little encouraging treat for me.) Feel free to delete this ask if I'm overstepping or if you're not up for it. I also hope you get some new glasses soon. I know how much it sucks to go without them like that. Have a great day.

You did read correctly! I just simply don't want to write anything that glorifies it as a good thing, or to make it seem like it's a good option. Help is always out there, and this is one fantastic way to get it. I hope this little story brightens you up! Resources will be listed at the bottom! Take care, anon. TW: Suicidal thoughts, mentions of natural death.

"Hey."

You hear a familiar voice calling out from behind you. It startles you just a bit. You'd been lost in thought, admiring the millions of stars in the night sky.

"Mind If I sit here?" Vash takes a seat on the edge of the rock next to you. You smirk just a bit at his impatience.

"You sat before I even gave my answer." You reply with a gentle chuckle. You would have said yes either way, so you choose to let his rash decision slide for now.

Vash grins at you with a toothy smile. You enjoy when his smiles are genuine. A selfless man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet here he was taking the time to talk to you.

"...Were you going to do it?" He asks faintly, his smile fading as he rests his palms on his knees. He breathes a sigh of relief when you shake your head in reply.

"No, no. I just thought this was the best view of the night sky." You kick your dangling legs gently, watching them sway. "You could tell, couldn't you?"

The corner of his lip rises as an airy laugh escapes from him. "Sorry. I guess I've just picked up on your habits over time. You always seem to come to this spot when you're feeling that way."

Your eyes gloss over the countless diamonds decorating the night sky. You can't help but be in awe of their beauty. "It grounds me." You hesitantly replied.

Curiosity struck him. He hesitated to press you but ultimately left the choice up to you. "What do you mean?"

"Look at the sky." You move all around you. "Everything you see in the sky has a story." Your head shakes at how absurd it sounds to say it out loud. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were cut off.

"That's true." Vash interjected. "When people look up at the stars in the sky, they only think of them as objects, but even objects have a story to tell." He smiles at you before he continues.

"They can't feel human emotions, but that doesn't mean they haven't had experiences that shaped them. When two stars collide, they change, but we still find them just as beautiful, right?"

You chuckle a bit. "Where are you going with this?" A smile crosses your face.

He returns the smile, grabbing your hand. Your fingers lace together as you admire the stars together.

"I had a whole big speech prepared, but I think I'll get straight to the point. When you look at the stars, the stars look back at you. The universe is too large for you to ever find yourself alone. Even when your day comes, the stars will remember you." He smiles over at you, giving your hand a squeeze. "I'll tell the stars all about you. They'll be so jealous I have someone as cool as you around."

That gets a loud laugh from you, with a small snort escaping as you use your free hand to lightly punch his arm. The two of you laugh together, sharing a moment of peace.

"You may vanish one day, but the universe will never forget you." He says it softly before adding one more comment. "Everyday is a chance to make new memories and to leave your everlasting mark. So...stick around for a while, okay? I think you and I can make more memories than there are stars in the sky."

You two look each other in the eyes, feeling a special bond growing.

"You just spewed word garbage at me...but somehow, it all made sense. Thank you... I'd love to make as many memories as possible. Starting here."

"Let's just enjoy the night. It's not often you get a sky as clear as this." He points up with his free hand. "You can even see all the connections." An almost childish smile appeared on his face. "Rem used to tell me all about that."

You turned towards him before resting your head against his arm. "She did?" You pause. "Well, maybe you can tell me about them too."

Resources if you are in need of help: US: Call/Text 988. UK: 0800 689 5652

All forms of crisis lines for EVERY country can also be found here, including lines for things other than sui.cidal thoughts.

#trigun stampede #trigun #suicidal thoughts cw #death mention cw #vash #vash the stampede #Vash x Reader #Vash the Stampede x Reader #breakfast is served!

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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Heyyy donno if u takin' any request but i have one.

Could you do that the reader is takin' put the kiddos to go and eat chick-fil-a just to "piss" of jack knowing that jack would only allow the kids to eat kfc.

I donno i thougt it would mache a cute fan fic btw i love your fics and i fall in love with hazel and jade so quickly💜 (oh and are u still taking anons if yes could i be your 🐌 anon pls).

“Petty chicken sandwich.”

A/N: I apologize for taking such a long time to write this. I hope you enjoy it my little 🐌!

You and Jack had gotten into an argument earlier in the day, nothing serious but because of it you were feeling a little petty.

The both of you always joked around about KFC and Chick-fil-A. You always grew up eating Chick-fil-A, especially not originally being from Kentucky so he always argued that KFC was better. You never agreed on it but it was funny to joke around.

Jack had left to go do a photo shoot so it was just you and the girls today. You decided that you wanted to take them out to eat, feeling too exhausted to make lunch. “Are you girls hungry?” The two of them nodded, “go put some shoes on we’re going to go get something to eat. “

The girls quickly got ready, and you left the house immediately. “What’s for lunch mommy?” Hazel said as she shifted around in her seat. “I was thinking Chick-fil-A” you smiled, knowing exactly what you were doing. “Yummy, I love chimken”Jade giggled as she combed down her dolls hair with her hands.

You ordered the food and the girls and you sat down and waited. “Let’s send a photo of you guys to daddy” you smiled as the girls posed together, sitting across from you. You made sure to get the background in the photo as it sent, giggling to yourself before talking to the girls. “I hope you guys like your food!”

“Is it like KFC?” Hazel asked as her and Jade colored on the childrens placemats. “I think it’s even better” you smiled as your food was placed in front of you “thank you so much” you told the worker as she nodded “my pleasure” and walked away.

You set the food down in front of the girls. “Let’s take one more photo for daddy” you smiled as they posed. Hazel giggled to herself “mommy? Daddy doesn’t like Chick-fil-A does he?” You giggled as you opened up your sandwich wrapper. “He does but he just likes KFC more.” You felt like Hazel caught on to what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but smile. Jade was enjoying her nuggets which was a relief, you weren’t sure if she’d like the change in flavor.

You took a bite of your chicken sandwich and immediately saw your phone ringing, it was Jack. The timing was actually kind of funny, if you thought about it. You answered “yes, my love?”“Don’t my love me right now” Jack said in a joking tone. “You really have my babies out here eating Chick-fil-A?” You giggled “sure do, and they love it.”

“Oooooh, is this because of this morning?” Jack sighed “I said I was sorry!” You laughed to yourself “yes and no, because I wanted some and I knew how you’d react.”

“You’re dead wrong for this” Jack laughed. You whispered “You say that now Mr. brand loyalty but what do you want me to bring home for you?” You looked over at the menu and squinted.

“Nothing it’s fine” he said in a teasing tone, you knew he secretly wanted something but was not about to admit defeat. “Yeah yeah, I already know your order. Love you, bye” you laughed and he did too “I love you too brat.”

#🐌 anon #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

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comfymoth · 8 months

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(duckspiderbit anon) It can be nightmarish... but the hilarity of their dynamics combined and the sudden unexpected sweet moments they share at times make them perfect. Would LOVE to hear your thoughts on them btw, I'm very interested :D

anon i just want you to know that i have been trying to answer this ask since i woke up, i just apparently cannot talk about these fuckers without writing a novel, i am So Sorry.

i’m gonna try to be as short as i possibly can (spoiler warning it’s still not short IM SORRY) but like, basically. basically. in my head, right, in the version of events that lives in my head— roier and quackity already have a history. not exactly dating, just fooling around “as friends”, but it makes their friendship now very overly-familiar. they’re very touchy, very flirty, but at this point it’s all just playful. they’re just very comfortable with each other, you know? they’re best friends! and what best friends Aren’t this close, huh?

and cellbit isn’t fully aware of whatever they had going on before he knew them, but he knows there’s something he missed, like an inside joke he’ll never quite understand. and it’s not like that bothers him, exactly? because him and roier are completely secure, there’s never been a couple more fucking obsessed with each other, he knows he has zero reasons to feel threatened. it’s more like— he knows quackity is always going to special to roier, in this weird way, so they are just stuck with him. for better or worse. me and you and your friend steve, just a little bit, that’s kind of the vibe.

but it’s not like quackity and cellbit don’t also have their own share of familiarity. not nearly to the same extent, obviously, but they are familiar. cellbit gave him partial custody of his child, they’ve taken each others sides in disputes over how to raise said child, richas calls quackity pa, they are very much already stuck with each other anyways.

so like. what do you even do with that. right? what do you call your husband’s not-quite-ex and your co-parent, what does that make him to the two of you. and how is that impacted by the fact that he’s always desperately hitting on you both?

so again, in my head, in my head— i think it Has to be a slow burn with them. because quackity has baggage around relationships, right, he’s had a history of chasing romance just because he thinks it will fix him or make him feel something, and he needs time to cool off on that first. now, he never cools off on the flirting, i don’t think he ever physically could, but he needs to be okay with it not going anywhere. and i think spiderbit needs time to warm up to the opposite idea, that it might actually go somewhere. but over time they do. over time, quackity just worms his way into more and more of their life until they’ve basically made him a part of it without saying. they fall into comfortable routines. cellbit gets used to roier and quackity’s teasing, he starts to join in on it. over time, all the joke flirting just stops really being a joke, and all the friendly affection just escalates and escalates until they finally have to acknowledge what they’re doing.

they’re all very stupid about it. cellbit brings it up to roier first, who is somehow embarrassed because he thought they were all just joking and he was the only one catching feelings which he did NOT wanna think too hard about. they have a talk about what this means for them, come to an agreement, bring it up to quackity— who also somehow thought this was a bit and that they were just doing it all to tease him! and then, somehow, they’re both surprised when he says yes, because they couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. morons all around. they do have braincells, they just short circuit when they’re in a room together, it’s very sad and very comical

i actually…. okay, i Actually might’ve started writing the world’s most self indulgent oneshot about them, like… three or four weeks ago? idk, it was before school started so a bit ago, and i’m just never gonna finish it now i’ve accepted that but i Might just turn part of it into a comic. idk. idk we’ll see ahdkdjd if i don’t get too embarrassed to actually do it

anyways i’m sorry i talked so much i just have demons okay i have demons. and i didn’t even TALK about festa junina or “go take care of him” I MADE SO MANY CUTS GUYS I DID!!!!!

#long post #qsmp #duckspiderbit #sure that’s what we can call them. that works

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baby scarab || 34

anon - reader getting anxious in public when there are too many ppl around? I used to anchor my hand in my dad's sweater for comfort

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anon - I have a feeling when we do meet Peter again it's in an alley way, and Casper walks by and he's like oh hey y/n!! And sees them just sitting there and he's like,...okay

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anon - Okay so this is about the murder of crows! What if one day Steven, Marc, and Jake are walking with Y/n and just talking then the murder of crows just swoops down on Y/n while their in the T pose, some in her hair and what not. Then they say "I AM THE GOD/GODDESS/ DEITY OF CROWS MOTHERF****RS" and starts running with the crows in their hair with even more crows following them. Sorry if this is weird! Bit I love baby scarab ❤️

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anon - Request for baby Scarab series (I love ur series btw): Y/N and Marc/Steven/Jake go patrol. Y/n saves a child and takes them to their parents. After seeing that happy family reunion, she feels upset and wishes she had loving parents as a small child. Khonshu turns Y/N into a child while she's asleep. You can ignore/ delete this. Sorry 😅

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A/N : these are all cute so imma make a mostly fluff chapter :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy some weird bird stuff and peter finally meeting casper(kinda)!! also yay more patrolling!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, fluff, more fluff, moon boys being dads, peter being peter, casper being casper, violence, car accident and a hostage(?). let me know if i missed anything

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you were so thankful for the dreamless nights you’ve had the last two nights.

you tried your hardest to not to fall asleep, but marc always ended up bribing you into it.

now you have discord nitro. to marc’s dismay.

it was morning now, you having just woke up, jake laying under you as you had your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

heartbeats became very calming to you, now that you could hear them more clearly.

jake was still asleep though, which was a good thing because ever since you told them about the dream you had, and asked them those alarming questions, they were back to worrying.

only about your sleeping habits of course, they didn’t want you to be tired or not feel like yourself at all, they wanted you to feel well rested, and back to your usual self.

the person you were before you started being afraid of going to sleep.

they noticed that every now and then you’d peak around a corner, just claiming to have heard something when really you saw harrow and that alligator thing again.

they were watching you- someone was at least.

you didn’t know how or exactly why.

you were nervous to ask anyone too, since you’d noticed that talking about harrow made marc and steven uncomfortable and jake just refused to answer.

but if it was for you they might talk about it. but wouldn’t that be taking advantage of them?

no, because you’re not forcing them to talk about it.

but maybe they feel obligated to talk about it because it’s you.

you feel jakes breathing become a bit quicker, signaling that he was awake now, so you sigh and sit up beside him.

“how long have you been up?” is the first thing he groggily asks.

“just a few minutes” you say honestly.

“and did you-“

“yes, i slept fine” you cut him off, and he gives you a look.

you’re staring forward when they appear again, harrow next to the alligator.

you freeze in place and refuse to blink, scared you’ll end up back in that facility.

jake noticed your change in expression, your neutral one replaced with fear.

“y/n?” he doesn’t touch you, but he hovers his hand over your shoulder in case you need to be shaken out of anything.

it makes him confused when you shakily point at where you see them, and when he looks of course there’s nothing there.

“darling are you feeling alright?” you hear steven ask and you snap out of it, blinking rapidly as they disappear without a trace.

you just nod and turn to jake hesitantly. “i need to tell you guys something”

they all nod, the mirror on the nightstand showing both marc and steven.

“don’t freak out” you start. “but i keep seeing harrow. and an alligator” you say and marc’s the first to react.

“what? what do you- what do you mean? is it like before you got.. before you were taken?” he rants and you nod.

“yeah and it’s also about that dream i had”

they all go quiet after that, waiting for you to explain.

“i was.. i was in a mental hospital or something” you start while steven and marc glance at each other.

“you three said you were my doctors, and kept trying to convince me that this life i have didn’t exist” you say referring to what’s happening right now.

“he was there. he told me that casper was the reason i was there but he would never..” you trail off, all three men looking at you with different expressions.

steven was terrified, this dead man was plaguing your dreams now and making you afraid of them.

jake was full of rage, and if he could kill harrow a second time he most certainly would. without hesitation.

now marc, he was torn. he knew those questions you asked were unnerving, but he didn’t know you were actually being serious.

none of them did, so they didn’t think much about it.

they felt like idiots for not checking on you and making sure you were actually okay.

even though there was nothing they could do about it.

“it all just felt so real” you add, taking a breath and looking to jake.

“thank you for telling us” steven is the first to respond.

“it must have been hard”

“that’s what she said” you whisper, all three of them struggling to hold in a small laugh at your sudden response.

that’s when luna decides to jump up on the bed, and quickly curl up in jakes lap.

“buenos dias, gato” he says, scratching behind her ears.

you chuckle and watch as the other one jumps up too, this time just sitting in between you two on the bed.

“we still have to name her” you say, shaking your head.

“hm. what about cashew” jake suggests and you snort. the cat just blinks up at him.

“or ham” you speak up, the cat looking to you and blinking.

“this is going to be difficult” steven observes and you nod.

you notice jake slouch down a bit, signaling that steven was now present.

“bastet” another blink.

“cleopatra?” steven asks again, and getting another blink.

“you can’t just name everything after egyptians” marc tells steven and he scoffs.

“i can and i will, cracker”

“don’t call me a cracker”

“then you try naming her” steven gives up control, marc now fronting and just staring at the cat in his lap before shifting his gaze to the other one.

“i’m not naming it”

“she needs a name” you speak up and marc rolls his eyes.

“fine. joe”

“pfft- seriously?” you ask and marc gives you a look.

“steven jr”

“aw”

“pfft- seriously” marc mocks you and you smack him in the arm.

luna just continued to purr in marc’s lap while the other one started to lick her paw.

“what about oscar?”

“don’t name her after a hotdog, marc” you respond, and marc scoffs.

“may? can we name you may?” your words get no reaction from the cat.

you sigh and lean your chin on your fist, which is resting on your knee.

“this is impossible” you mumble.

“name her isaac”

“why? so you can drop an apple on her head?” you deny marc’s suggestion and you try to think of another one.

“star” you still get no response from the cat.

“travis the III” you and marc start taking turns suggesting names to the cat, wondering if she’d perk up at one.

“khonshu jr”

“luke”

“taweret”

“ethan”

“leia”

“pedro”

marc’s final suggestion made the cat look right up at him, while you sit there gaping at the two.

“pedro?” he repeats and the calico stands up to lightly walk over to him, leaving little spots on the blanket where her tiny feet were.

marc hesitantly touches the cat, now known as ‘pedro’.

“i can’t believe she wants to be named pedro” steven observes and you nod.

“so we have luna and pedro” jake says, marc still lightly rubbing his fingers over the calicos soft back.

“kid, how would you like to go on a little field trip?” marc suddenly says and you furrow your brows.

“he’s trying to ask you if you want to go to the market with us” steven translates and you nod.

“i ran out of pop tarts”

“we know, that’s why we’re asking” marc tells you and you smile, looking down at the kittens.

“when are we leaving?” you ask, and steven fronts again so he can talk to you properly.

“an hour?” he responds and you nod. “cool, since we need proper cat food so you stop feeding them salami” steven tells you and you scoff.

“but they love it”

“it’s bad for them”

“no it’s not”

“yes it is”

“no-“

“zip it. both of you” marc interrupts and you roll your eyes.

“get those things off you and get ready” he tells both you and steven, referring to the cats.

“they aren’t things-“

“just get ready or we aren’t getting you any pop tarts”

you were up in a flash, steven chuckling at you while you rushed to get ready for the day.

~~~

it was almost an hour later, and you were on your way back to the guys flat.

you had left just to get ready, saying bye to the kitties before you left with a pout.

you miss your new children.

so you had showered and gotten freshened up, just opting to wear comfortable clothing since it was just a trip to the store.

you heard footsteps going towards the door as you approach it, they were softer than marc’s and jakes so that means steven was still in control of the body.

the door opens and you see steven looking down and closing the door carefully after stepping out, not noticing your presence yet.

once the door clicks shut and he locks it, he notices you and flinches a bit.

“sneaky little thing, you are” he mutters, nodding for you to follow him as he starts towards the elevator.

you silently follow, it being a quiet ride down, and a quiet walk out of the building until you both get outside, the sidewalks crowded with people.

“why’s it so busy?” you ask, and steven shrugs.

“tourists”

“hm”

you almost get shoved only a few steps out, steven making sure to pull you close to him so that you don’t get hit.

“bloody idiots” you hear him mumble, and you snort.

you end up making it to the market fine, just being sure to dodge cranky tourists along the way.

it was considerably less busy in the store, while made you sigh in relief.

steven chuckles at you and grabs a basket before leading you around the store.

they only needed basic stuff, like bread or whatever.

plus cat necessities.

and of course your pop tarts.

steven patiently waited in line for you while you got your pop tarts, and his eyes widened when you brought back quite a few boxes.

quite a few being six. with four packages in each. two pop tarts in each package.

“don’t worry i’ll pay for them” you say and steven shakes his head at you.

“y/n?” you hear from behind you, making you turn around.

it was grace and casper, grace being the one to first notice you.

“hi miss hart, casper” you nod at them and they nod back.

“i already told you to call me grace” she chides, shifting her eyes to steven. “who’s this?” she asks.

“my name is steven. with a v” he introduces, earning a nod from grace.

“and you’re y/ns.. father?” she waves her had, gesturing for one of you to continue.

“something like that” steven shrugs and you nod.

you’re about to say something when there’s a loud crash from outside and screaming from all the people out there.

“what the..” you hear casper mutter and you back away from everyone once you realize that even stevens attention was focused outside.

you backed away to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and spotting a window.

perfect.

“khonshu” you call out quietly, and he appears in front of you.

“yes, spider child?” he says and you go to answer right away.

“can you give me the suit? just for a couple minutes i have to-“ he cuts you off by making the suit envelope your body, and just disappearing again.

“thank you” you mutter into thin air, letting the mask go over your face as you run out to open the window and crawl out of it.

you climb up onto the roof, seeing that there was a man, a small child with a knife to his throat, and a crowd around them.

you also notice the two cars that had collided off to the side.

you decided to jump for the kid first, landing with one hand on the ground and the other in the air, the crowd backing up to give you space.

the man holding the knife glares at you. “one more step and i slit his throat” he snarls at you and you shake your head, eyes narrowing.

“just let him go, and we can sort this out” you suggest and he shakes his head.

the little boy was trying his hardest not to cry, and you could tell.

“what do you want?” you ask the man, making him confused.

“what?”

“why are you here? what did this kid do to you?” you ask and you see the man lightly lose grip on the knife.

it was silent for a moment before you sense something on the roof above you, and then a web shoots out from above, the child sticking to it and being pulled upwards.

the man was quick to react, throwing the knife upwards and to the source, that being peter in his spider suit.

he was knocked back trying to dodge it, and the child went falling right back towards the ground.

it’s as if time slowed down- you shot a web out at a light post, thrusting yourself upwards to catch him, then falling and rolling to the ground, still clutching the kid in your arms.

you saw peter had disarmed and webbed the man to the wall, and is now helping the people in the car accident.

the kid in your arms was crying and clutching onto your suit, two adults running towards you two on the floor.

“is he yours?” you ask quietly to the adults, them standing a few feet away from you.

“yes- yes that’s our ben!” the mother exclaims, holding back tears.

you slowly stand up, letting go of the kid as he ran to his parents.

your shoulder hurt from the impact, making you hold it as the parents look back to you.

“thank you- thank you so much” the father says to you, all three of them going to turn around, the police approaching them as you just stare off with a smile.

with the help of peter, you saved that kid.

the first time you could do anything right- as the ‘spider vigilante’ to be precise.

peter was finished with the whole car situation, moving to come towards you so that he can help you.

“hey, are you okay?” he asks but he notices that your mind is elsewhere.

you felt a pang in your heart when those parents came over on the bridge of tears, thanking you for saving their son.

they were so.. well.. they were a family, that little boy had a family that rushed over the moment they knew their kid was safe.

you were jealous, but it wasn’t a bad jealous.

it was a sick feeling in your stomach, the kind that made your eyes tear up without your consent, the kind that made you feel that longing you always felt when you saw happy families.

that could’ve been you at some point.

and there would’ve been no one.

no a single person would come for you after you were safe.

not until now of course, but not when it mattered.

“we gotta go, the cameras are here” you hear peters voice, while he grabs your hand and leads you to an alley way, where your mask fades away only when you’re completely alone.

“hey- y/n. are you okay?” he snaps a finger in front of your face, making you come back into focus.

it was just then that he noticed the tears in your eyes, that his eyes softened, and only for a split second before three pairs of rushed footsteps coming towards you two.

peter stands tensely until you put a hand to his shoulder, signaling it was fine and that you knew them.

“y/n!” you hear stevens voice exclaim, him being the first to embrace you in a tight hug, you reciprocating it instantly.

“don’t you ever do that again, you hear me, young lady?” he starts. “but oh my gosh, that was so brave of you and we’re so proud of you” he takes a breath.

“but do you know how scared we were when you just disappeared?” he pulls away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders.

“but then again, you and.. that other..” he shifts his gaze to peter, mask still on who was just standing and observing.

casper just hesitantly waves to peter, who does the same. you had a feeling that casper would want to know who exactly he was.

“who-“

“i can explain everything, just not today” you nod and steven nods as well.

“marc and jake have a few words to share with you anyways” steven whispers to you and you cringe, steven stepping away as casper comes closer, his mom wide eyed behind him.

you put your arms out and he immediately throws himself at you, holding you close to him.

he had one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head, so that your face was buried in his neck.

“that was the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen but please be more careful” he whispers and you nod against him, your arms going to wrap around his neck.

“she won’t tell anyone, right?” you ask him referring to his mom.

“no, she’s just in shock” he chuckles and you do the same, breaking the hug.

“alright, we’ll we have to get going now” steven breaks the silence, the grocery bag by the entrance of the alley blowing in the wind.

“thank you” you say to peter, who nods and jumps from wall to wall until he gets to the roof.

“casper, you didn’t tell me y/n was-“

“yeah, it kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing” you interrupt.

casper chuckles and walks backwards until he meets his mom, taking her hand and leading her away.

“i’ll see you” casper says and you nod, you and steven now following after him, but going in the opposite direction of the harts.

steven picked up the bag first, of course, and the suit left your body right before anyone could see it.

the news and everyone was still there, and so was the family, reminding you of your extremely short breakdown you almost had is peter hadn’t snapped you out of it.

the crowds everywhere made your breathing quicken, so you didn’t even think before taking stevens free hand in your own, trying to calm yourself down.

he didn’t mind either, just as long as you were comfortable.

steven smiled too, he noticed that you’d calmed down once you took your hand in his, therefore giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you quickly made it back home, away from the crowds and as steven is unlocking the door, you apologize.

“‘m sorry” you mumble, steven looking to you in confusion.

“for what specifically?” marc asks and you scoff.

“for.. uhm.. the hand thing” you mumble, not sure of what to say.

steven gives you a comforting smile and opens the door, both of you walking in, the kittens both asleep on the couch.

“don’t apologize-“

“for that” marc cuts in, steven putting a hand up to make him shut up.

steven sets the bag on the counter, you sitting up next to it.

“what i was trying to say is that it’s okay, don’t apologize”

“i didn’t make you uncomfortable, did i?” you ask and steven shakes his head.

“you could never”

“wanna bet?” you smile at him innocently and he chuckles.

steven suddenly went away, and was replaced by marc, which made your smile fade in the slightest, knowing he was going to have a talk with you about what happened.

you figured you could just escape to the bathroom and web the door shut until he calms down, but when you went to move away he put and arm on each side of you, resting on the counter to stop you.

you sigh and wait for him to speak, not expecting him to say what he did.

“i’m so proud of you” he starts, making you gasp softly. “you didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asks then shakes his head.

“nevermind- just, i.. you did so good out there” he tells you, and you feel your bottom lip shake so you bite it to stop.

“you did beautifully” he finishes, and that’s when the dam breaks, and you look down at your lap.

“oh honey, don’t- why are you crying?” marc asks softly, moving both his hands so that he’s holding your face, making you look back up at him.

“i thought you’d be mad again” you say through your tears, and marc shakes his head.

“i told you, i.. i trust you to do what’s right” he starts. “now how about we calm down and you can give pedro and luna their new toys” he says softly and you chuckle, gently pushing his hands away to wipe your tears.

“thank you, marc” you slip off the counter, marc stepping back to let you stand.

“jake got both of them matching sweaters” marc informs you and you laugh, digging into the bag to find all your regular groceries and finding two little light blue sweaters.

just plain blue, nothing special but they were still cute.

“the gatos deserve it” you hear jake and you chuckle before seeing him take the wheel.

the metaphorical wheel, of the body.

jake takes all the regular groceries out of the bag before going in the middle of the floor, and dumping all the cat stuff on the ground, you following ad the cats go to sit in front of him.

jake sits down on the ground and you do so next to him as well, looking through the assortment of cat toys.

aside from the cat food, and small litter boxes and litter.

the cats just stare at all the new toys with tilted heads, jake ripping the tags off everything and leaving them on the floor.

probably to make steven clean up later.

jake clicks his tongue a couple times, making luna go to him while pedro’s attention stays on the toys.

jake hands you one of the small sweaters, then goes back to luna who is batting at him.

you chuckle and put a hand out, pedro coming over to you and rubbing her face against it.

you grab her so that she’s sitting in front of you so that you can get the sweater around her neck and her paws through the holes.

when you finish, pedro looks up at you with her big green eyes and meows at you.

you smile and look to jake who had successfully put the sweater on luna as well, the two kittens matching.

~~~

it was a quiet night, and it was spent with you and jake playing with the small animals until they got too tired and fell asleep on each other.

you both had to move the toys and the trash so that nobody would trip on one.

which you could totally see that happening.

not to you- but to steven. he trips on thin air sometimes when he doesn’t have his grandma glasses.

he doesn’t completely fall though, it’s just a small hiccup.

you and jake were now just sitting on the bed after dinner, and you were beating his ass in uno.

“how are you so good at this?” he asks, you reversing it then adding a plus two.

you’re about to answer when there’s a tap at the window.

you both freeze and look over, and relax once you see a crow.

jake hums as you get up to open the window, the crow just flying in and landing on your shoulder, dropping a dime on the floor.

you turn to jake who’s looking at you weirdly.

“hey steven, is there a god of crows?” you ask and he hums in acknowledgment.

“well hathor is a crow but-“

“i think i’m the goddess of crows” you cut him off, another crow coming in and landing on your head, this one dropping a safety pin.

“never thought i’d live to see this” jake shakes his head.

“okay, go home, go back where it’s safe” you start, the crows chirping and flying out the window.

you close the window and smile to yourself.

“i see you’re making more friends” jake chuckles and you nod, scratching the dirt out of your hair and picking up your new gifts.

you set the shiny objects on the windowsill before going back over to jake.

“yeah, make fun all you want” you start, jake playing his card while you play yours after.

“just remember who’s beating your ass” you smile innocently at him and he scoffs.

“we’ll see, princesa, we’ll see”

~~~

you beat him. multiple times.

he got very frustrated.

like how couldn’t he beat a 16 year old girl at uno? it’s a game of chance really, it all depends on the cards you get.

even when he had two plus fours right at the beginning, he still lost somehow.

you eventually had to let him win so that he wouldn’t act like a cranky old man until you made it up to him.

he’s never going to let you forget that he beat you now, even though he knows full well that you let him.

the night ended with you falling asleep on him, at like 11.

he was on his back, while your head was tucked right underneath his chin, your legs on either side of him.

he had one arm around your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

it was comfortable for him.

it was comforting for him to hold you like this, since you trusted him enough.

he made sure you were actually asleep before going to sleep himself, but not before having a small chat with steven and marc.

marc was being 100% honest when he said he was proud of you.

they all were.

they saw right then and there that you were capable of so much, and that they were ere the ones slowing you down.

you weren’t stupid, you knew what you were doing.

they just couldn’t help but worry.

this doesn’t mean they don’t worry, it’s just that they know you’ll be okay.

as long as you come back to them.

as long as you come home.

~~~

A/N : cute but kinda rushed? ily all so much so thank you for the support!! seeya in two days!!!

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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A couple of questions today! Replying to replies about other replies + a couple of shippy ones + the OruMal Anon is back with more juice lol

Anonymous asked:

Now, why would you say that? Now I’M thinking of Idia wearing just a jacket, thanks a lot

You’re very welcome lol Isn’t he perfect dressed like that? I mean, barely dressed.

Anonymous asked:

to the Idia plush anon, i'm so jealous~~ i thought the outfit Ortho would come with would show off his cheeks but it covers them instead orz i want to buy doll clothes that let him show them off, maybe even sew them myself. btw i think our plushies should kiss new

I demand pictures of kissing plushies… Anons irl meet-up just for the sake of kissing plushies lol

Also! Sewing clothes for a plushie yourself is such a cool thing to do. You’re cool, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Marja is the epitome of a southern granny, and as someone who has three, I can tell ya they’ll kick your ass. Like I saw Marja and was wondering how Epel still thinks girls are weak when Marja is a badass, like that lil ol’ lady probably kicked his ass more often than Vil did and then told him to get his ass to the farm.

Exactly! Epel surely complains a whole lot for someone who’s been disciplined by this scary woman for his entire life lol

I think it’s also due to the fact that there aren’t any girls around his age (or any other kids) in Harveston, so ma and meemaw, as well as the rest of the women in the village feel as if they’re not quite the same thing as girls. Of course he knows that they are, but I feel like he still has this “yeah but this is different” idea in his head lol Which is kind of stupid, but Epel is still figuring things out so…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think any of the nrc students is interested in Trein (could be sexually or Romantically) ?🎤

I took some time to think about it, Anon, and I’m sorry to give you a disappointing answer: I can’t think of anyone who could be interested in Trein like that… Maybe we just haven’t seen them interact enough. But still, have three boys with the best potential when it comes to this:

Azul, because he wants to be the teacher’s pet very badly, and pretty much always has his tongue up Trein’s ass (metaphorically), but neither of them would see this as sexual or romantic. Azul wants to be the best because he is the best academically! Earned favouritism only!

Ortho, because he gets to hang out with Trein when Idia is taking tests! I don’t remember where we got this fact from, but it’s cute lol But then again, it isn’t either romantic or sexual thing…

Lilia, because you know. Talked about them here.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you think Rook ever goes down on Vil? You think he'll ever teach the ways of what to do down there to make the Queen shiver and cry out to Neige or Epel or ANYONE who's brave enough to actually be in Vil's bedchambers?

I think Rook lives down there. This is the base of his diet lol

Rook would be more than happy to teach someone the art of making Vil feel this good, both because mentoring someone in such a complicated craft is always rewarding, and because he is a possessive dick that doesn’t fully want Vil to be alone with someone else without him also being a part of the process somehow lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm glad a few people like my OruMal ask :)!! I was disappointed when I went through the ship tags on ao3 and found absolutely nothing. I just had to speak up 😔 I know most fans don't like to ship ortho, but c'mon, the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!!!

With that in mind, heres a few more ideas I have 🥰

• With Malleus, it makes sense why he's interested. Ortho is a freak of nature to him!!! He'll get used to treating him like any other student, but then Ortho keeps doing the most strange and bizarre things, like he can just pull off his arms and legs as though it's nothing! He tries to think of it as though it's some kind of magic, but I imagine if he ever voiced that, Ortho would be like "oh, no, I can't use magic at all," and go into a long tangent about how it works and just perplex Malleus even more

• Why Ortho would be interested is a whole other can of worms. He does have a base level of curiosity for everyone, and that would apply to Malleus too, but is there anything more than that 🤔 if Malleus were actively pursuing him, I bet he would think his chances are certain that Ortho will reciprocate because he is an extremely powerful prince. Whatever reasons Ortho has for entertaining Malleus, I definitely don't think it will be what he expected. Probably because he's a bit of a loser... like his brother <3

• Holding my breath for book 7, but assuming nothing major happens between Ortho and Malleus (unlikely) then I actually think they will only consider each other seriously way after their days at NRC. They might have a fling while they're in college, sure, a bit of a flirt and tease and maybe a fuck or two if the mood is right, but there's so many other interesting boys here to see and do!! I think it will only be centuries later when they've both gotten tired of losing loved ones that they seek each other out, for the comfort more than the curiosity. They would tease each other for it, but I don't think either of them actually want to be left alone

• Malleus eventually learning to be a pillow princess and just sit there and starfish out while Ortho does his thing would be funny 😭 he likes to toy around, and Ortho seems to enjoy it when he plays with his motherboard, but... after enough times getting smoke and explosions directly to the face because he pressed the wrong button or pulled the wrong wire, he's unfortunately told to cool it 😔 honestly, he's lucky if he hasn't permanently damaged his core!!

That's all I have, thank you ❤️!!!!

Anon! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us again. Yeah, I can imagine how little Ortho-related stuff there is on Ao3, let alone stuff about him and Malleus, so we’re truly on a rareship territory here lol

I like the first two things that you’ve said because yeah, the mutual interest they would have for each other is a very nice fuel for their ship. Both of them are so curious, and quite experimental, so they’d have a lot to show each other and to talk about.

Oh my god the last one, Malleus don’t touch anything, you’ll just fry him again! Mister “I break every phone Lilia gives me” absolutely should not play around with Ortho’s motherboard… lol but it’ll still be a thrill for them, at least until it gets dangerous and Malleus is prohibited from touching anything ever again. But it’s okay, because Ortho is perfect at handling pillow princesses…

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juvellianovo · 2 years

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Do you do any obey me angst headcannons? If so then u can ignore this if u want

What about a deppresed!Mc that self harms? (The brothers already know about her depression but not about her cutting herself btw).but the brother do find out soon when they walked into your room to hang out (they forgot to knock bc they had texted you prior to coming into ur room but your D.D.D was dead at the time). They where horrified when they saw a blaid pressed against ur wrist.

What would they do?

This might be triggering: mentions of selfharm slightly sensitive content

Anon I am sorry for the delay. I was going through extreme emotional pressure for the past few weeks but I think I am now fine doing this

There will be two situations: 1. In where you want to be hugged and 2. Where you don't feel like hugging and just want company

Lucifer and Mammon edition ( can be seen as platonic and non platonic)

Everyday was exhausting. The pressure of being a representative. The trauma of being killed

Everything just so....vivid

On the other side your own problems...

What was wrong with you...?

Lucifer

I got this headcannon from another blog that Lucifer is that one parent that knocks but enters before you can answer

Lucifer was honestly here to discuss about a impostant meeting that Diavolo was holding

You heard the footsteps and you knew it was luciferanyone else with this trauma?

But what could you do?

Hide?

But your red eyes will give away

What about the blood on your sleeve?

Everything was processing inside your head but you were too selfish to care

You were too tired to hide anymore.

When Lucifer entered your room he was shocked to see you holding a blade on (place)

He immediately carefully but quickly took the blade away from you

Keeping in check to cause no further harm

You couldn't help it

On one side they were belittling you on the other side you wanted to cry and scream as loudly as you want

You felt numb

Scenario: 1

Lucifer had wrapped around a handkerchief on your wounded place

Gesturing gently as to ask silently if you would like to be held

You gave gentle tug as affirmative

Lucifer hugged still making sure not strain or hurt the place that was injured

[+ if it's on your leg then expect yourself to be sitting on his lap while hugging having your both your legs dangling from the side+ can be seen as platonic or non platonic]

You were in a very warm embrace

It was so strangely warm but it hurt at the same time...?

You couldn't help but violently sob

The jar that was holding the mist had finally seemed to explode.

Will run a soothing hand down your hair/back

Scenario: 2

Not everyone always wants to be hugged

Sometimes the pressure...the presence becomes overwhelming

But that doesn't mean the presence has to comepletely disappear

When lucifer approached to hug you

"N-no..." was the answer you spoke with the most broken and hurt voice he had ever heard

Lucifer truly loves the ones he holds close be it his brothers the royals and maybe even Luke, Simeon. He finds his little joy in these small presences...the only thing that keeps him alive he would say...

and you are no exception to his world

He knows that not always everything is right

Lucifer really wanted to stay but decided to leave

Until...he heard you say

"Can you stay for a while...?"

Lucifer takes a seat at the opposite side where you're sitting.

Silently being there for as long as you're content with

After you're done crying(sometimes some people don't cry not because they don't want to but because tears don't come out) letting it out he will make sure to give you the rest you deserve.

He will keep his brothers away for the time being

If you insist then he will keep this as a secret.

If this man was soft pillow with a stone printed on it for you he is now a moose cake.

Mammon

Was just coming to brag about how much he earned today by gambling andá didn't get caught by Lucifer

After entering your room he pauses there for a minute

Will close the door and immediately hug you

Doesn't care if you don't need a hug don't chu never ever EVER dare refuse this squishy t(i)eddy's hug. Mans got boob window!😤

How could you....?

How could he...?

How could he not notice...?

If only....!

...he could do anything to...

Cries his eyeballs out

All the hurt coming to him and hitting him like truck-kun

Sure as the second oldest he has had his brothers come to him

Even lucifer once came to him for comfort

He remembers that he often used to find Satan doing selfharm

Sometimes he would also get injured when trying to calm Satan down

holding Satan in his arms even though Satan kept clawing and screaming at him

It hit even harder when when it was...you...

All these memories

He just can't stand seeing people he loves hurt.

He knows this world is much more cruel to those who don't deserve it. But he is here....

And he can mend the damage it caused...right?

Expect your injuries to hurt a bit from how hard he was squishing you

He will throw the blade away

Help you get yourself patched up

Even though Mammon fails his grades but he still knows lots of types of magics

Aftetall he IS the second born

Will use magic to keep the pain away

Might tell Lucifer about this and ask Lucifer to give you some time off

If you don't want him to tell lucifer then he will do his best to cheer you up, skip classes with you.

Take you to lots of different places

Give you small gifts here and there

Don't worry he will take all the punishments Lucifer gives.

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