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reallyhatethiswebsite · 2 days

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read this post by @bitethedevil and ended up writing this idk don't take it too serious

Tav's fingers skittered over the red skin of Raphael’s naked back. It was always hot to the touch and smooth, its texture almost like leather. Patches of tiny scales grouped together in different spots, especially around the big joints connecting his wings to his body. Raphael fascinated Tav - not quite in the same way she fascinated him, but they were birds of a feather, so to speak. In fact...

"I've been wondering about something," she said, breaking the sleepy silence that had settled between them some time ago.

"Mm?" Raphael was utterly relaxed, the laziest Tav had ever seen him. On his belly in his (their!) bed, shirtless and shoeless - the scandal! He'd been enjoying her aimless touches. His Majesty, indeed.

"Can you fly?" She ran her palm across the thin membrane of wing she could reach, then the sturdy bone. "You've got these huge wings, but I've never seen you use them." She'd witnessed them fully stretched out once or twice, but otherwise he always kept them folded close to his body. A shame. They were magnificent. Heavy as anything, though - especially when he was dead asleep. Tav had almost been suffocated a few times trying to spoon him, and he refused to sleep in his human glamour just to let her be the big spoon. Waste of magic, he said. Spoilsport.

"What an inane question." Raphael didn't even open his eyes. "Of course I can. My wings are not for show, little mouse. No more so than a bird's are."

"Well..." Tav chose her next words carefully. She'd learned through trial and error how much she could prod her devil and when. Most of the time he was amenable to light teasing, but sometimes, when he was in a good mood like this, she could have some fun. "There are some birds out there who have wings but can't fly, you know. Peacocks, for example. They're kind of like big chickens, if you think about it."

Raphael slowly lifted his head, turned it so he could look at her over his shoulder. Tav bit her tongue in a futile attempt to squash her impish grin. His orange iris burned in the inky depths of his black sclera. A few locks of his hair were free from his usual coiff.

"Big chickens," he repeated flatly.

"Yes," said Tav, her voice strangled by the giggle she was trying to suppress. "How do I know you aren't an infernal peacock?"

"I can fly, you insipid little gibbon," he snapped, but he wasn't angry. She could tell by the twitching at the corners of his lovely mouth. Tav coughed, choked on a laugh.

"I think you should show me."

"Do you."

"For posterity's sake, of course."

"Of course."

Tav waited, watched, moved to make space for Raphael as he sat up, languidly stretching like a big cat. Accidentally whacking her with those wings she was so obsessed with.

"Apologies, dear," he drawled, about as sorry as a horny kobold in a bathhouse. He smiled when she scowled. He stood to his full height, preening as she ogled him. In nothing but a pair of trousers, he truly was a sight. Without warning he beat his mighty wings and took off, soaring across the room to land on the other side, where he nonchalantly poured himself a glass of wine. Tav spluttered in the wake of that massive gust of air. Raphael sipped his wine, staring at her as if to say, "well?"

"Good distance! You looked a little wobbly with your execution, though," Tav said. It wasn't true. He was majestic in flight, but he didn't need to know that. His ego was big enough. She combed her fingers through her rustled hair, grinning when Raphael’s eyes narrowed.

"Perhaps you're right." He put his glass down and sauntered towards her. Tav's heart leapt into her throat, fear and excitement together. "I need a counterweight."

"A what? Hey!" She didn't struggle when he picked her up, shifting her in his arms until he was holding her bridal style. It was a thrill to be held by her devil, and yet. She giggled nervously, her cheeks warm. "What are you doing?"

"Why, showing you that I can fly, of course!" He declared, making a scene of looking around. "But we simply cannot do it here. There's hardly enough space. Hm...ah, perfect."

He walked them to the balcony overlooking the endless landscape of Avernus. Tav sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of what he was about to do. Now she began to try and wriggle free, but his grip was iron.

"Okay, you've proven your point! There's no need for a second flight, your technique was perfect!"

Raphael had no mercy. He smirked down at his little mouse, showing teeth. His eyes alight with dark mischief. "Big chickens, Tav," he said, and leapt off the edge. She shrieked, clung to him like a limpet, feeling and hearing his chuckles as he effortlessly flew them around.

After the intial spike of shock, Tav relaxed, just a little. This wasn't so bad. Raphael was an adept flier, and if she ignored the monumental height she was suspended at, it could almost pass as romantic. Soaring about the hot skies of Hell in the arms of her underworld Prince. Feeling every powerful flap of his wings. His strength. Avernus, from a distance, was beautiful in a devastating way. Unfortunately for Tav, she'd forgotten quite how fiends liked to play.

"Oh dear," Raphael said, stoic. He'd been waiting for her guard to lower. Tav's stomach lurched when she sensed his grasp on her slacken. "I seem to have lost my balance."

"RAPHAEL NO DON'T- AAAAAAHHHH!"

He dropped her. Tav screamed as she plummeted to the ground, terrified and betrayed. Raphael was rapidly becoming a shrinking red blur as she fell. He was probably watching her with sick satisfaction. She cursed him. She cursed herself. Mostly she cursed him. Bastardbastardbastard -

"Fret not, little mouse," he purred, hideously amused. She was in his arms again. "I've got you."

Tav couldn't speak; could only tremble, dig her fingers into him. He laughed the entire flight back to the house, deep and rich and raw. Tav planted herself on stable ground the first moment possible, glaring at him.

"You're horrid," she hissed. Raphael cackled.

"Oh, come now. You didn't truly believe I would allow you to fall to your death, did you? Such little faith. Ah, but how sweet your screams were...I shall be hearing them in my dreams for weeks."

"Horrid," Tav muttered again. She wriggled between the bedsheets and buried herself under the covers. It didn't take long for him to join her, surrounding her with his cloying heat.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?" He murmured sweetly into her ear, raising goosebumps all over her skin. One big clawed hand slipped beneath her shirt to gently rub her stomach just the way she liked. Wordlessly she pressed into his touch.

He played her like a fiddle, always.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #fanfic #cringe

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lsargeantsgirl · 2 days

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pairing: logan sargeant x russell!reader; george russell x sister!reader

word count: 606

summary: your annoying brother, george, lies to your mom so you sneak out to your secret boyfriend who is also george's best friend, logan.

based on 'style' by taylor swift

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midnight

"why do you always take his side?" you yelled at your mom as she defended your brother.

"he said that you broke the urn."

"he lied. open your eyes and see that i didn't break it!"

your brother had told your mom that you had broken the urn that held the ashes of your great-great-grandma. he was the one who had broken it when his friends from school were over.

"y/n, don't you dare speak to me like that. you're grounded, give me your keys. go to your room."

you turned around a grabbed your keys and threw them at your brother.

"you happy? all you wanted was my car so you just had to get me in trouble. you should be proud of yourself," after saying that you ran up to your room.

you come and pick me up, no headlights

you pulled out your phone and texted your secret boyfriend, logan. yes, he was your brother's best friend but neither of you cared.

texts (are in bold)

you- logie, can you come pick me up?

logan- yeah, like usual?

you- yeah, txt when u get here.

texts end

you fell back onto your bed as tears started falling from your eyes. flipping, a sob racked your frame. your brother, even though he was the favorite, had always tried to take the thing that you liked or always used. once he spun up a story that you had 'hit' him and he got your sweet sixteen party cancelled. explaining that to your friends was so humiliating.

logan- i'm here

you got off your bed, silently opened your window, grabbed the rope you kept on the tree. the rope was fastened to a sturdy part of the tree. you secured your grip on the rope and stepped off the edge as you brought your feet up. the rope would swing you as a pendulum until it stopped. you dropped to the ground.

you snuck through the gate to the backyard and around the neighbors car. logan, as predicted, was parked behind your neighbor's car that was at the curb.

"hey, babe, are you okay?" logan asked once he could see the tear trails down your face.

long drive

"i'm okay, just drive please," you said as you sniffled.

he pulled out from the curb and took you to the place that brought you the most peace. it was a secluded area on the river nene. he leads you to the bench overlooking the river.

"no matter what, i love you," he whispered as he tucked you under his arm.

"i love you too logiebear,"

"now tell me what made you cry."

"you know," you started, "george being mom and dad's favorite."

"what did he do?"

"broke mom's urn that had her great grandma in it"

"wow, that fucker, and he blamed that on you?"

"yeah"

logan turned to face you. he moved you to be as close as you could to him.

"no matter what he does, what he says, i will love you for the rest of my life. i want to grow old with you, have children with you," he wiped the tears, you smiled. "i only want you in this world."

he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small box. "i know we're not ready but this is like a promise ring but a necklace."

"baby," you breathed.

"i promise to marry you one day, as long as you let me," he said as he put it around your neck.

"logan, i want to marry you too," you whispered.

"good." he says as he, gently but passionately, kisses you.

#logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #williams racing #george russell

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theodorenmyth · 2 days

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I wanna request something where reader had done to much activity to the point their legs are sore. It’s to the point they walk funny and Tom looks at them weirdly before asking if they need help and reader is like “….no.” And tries to run away before the riddle brother could pick them up and take them to the med wing.

-🤓

Carried by Pride

Pairings : Tom Riddle x GN! Reader Summary : After pushing yourself too hard at Quidditch practice, you can barely walk, but refuse help from Tom Riddle. Ignoring your protests, he carries you to the hospital wing, teaching you a lesson in humility and unexpected friendship. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k+

The pain in your legs was nearly unbearable. Each step sent a jolt of agony through your body, but you refused to let it show. You had overexerted yourself during Quidditch practice, and now you were paying the price. As you hobbled down the corridor, trying to appear as normal as possible, you couldn’t help but wince with each step.

You cursed under your breath, mentally berating yourself for not stopping when you had the chance. The idea of resting hadn’t crossed your mind then, but now it was all you could think about. Just as you turned the corner, you nearly collided with Tom Riddle.

Tom's sharp eyes immediately narrowed as he took in your awkward gait. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

You forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant. “Nothing, I’m fine,” you lied, attempting to walk past him.

Tom’s eyes followed your movements, his brow furrowing deeper. “You’re walking funny,” he observed bluntly.

You waved a hand dismissively. “Just a little sore from practice. I’m alright,” you insisted, though your legs screamed in protest.

Tom stepped closer, his eyes boring into yours. “You need help,” he stated more than asked.

“I don’t need help,” you retorted, your pride stinging at the thought. “I’m perfectly capable of getting to the common room on my own.”

Tom’s expression didn’t change, and you could see he wasn’t convinced. “You can barely walk,” he pointed out. “Let me take you to the hospital wing.”

You shook your head vehemently. “No, really. I’m fine,” you repeated, hoping he would drop the subject. You attempted to quicken your pace, but the pain shot up your legs, causing you to stumble.

Before you could regain your balance, Tom was there, his arms steadying you. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and for a moment, you were too stunned to react. He looked down at you, his eyes softer now but still filled with determination. “You’re not fine,” he said quietly. “And you’re not running away from me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Tom didn’t give you the chance. In one swift motion, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you bridal-style. You gasped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.

“Tom, put me down!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I can walk!”

He ignored your protest, his grip on you firm but careful. “Clearly, you can’t,” he replied. “Now stop squirming, or you’ll make it worse.”

You huffed, glaring at him. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you muttered.

Tom’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I can’t believe you thought you could get away from me in your condition,” he countered. “You’re as stubborn as you are foolish.”

You wanted to argue, but the truth in his words silenced you. Instead, you settled for crossing your arms and pouting, which only seemed to amuse him more. As he carried you through the corridors, students stopped to stare, whispering among themselves. You buried your face in Tom’s shoulder, wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled against his robes.

Tom’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. “Consider it a lesson in humility,” he said. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know.”

You peeked up at him, surprised by the warmth in his voice. “I just didn’t want to bother anyone,” you admitted softly.

Tom’s expression softened further. “You’re not a bother,” he said firmly. “If you need help, you ask for it. Understood?”

You nodded reluctantly, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and irritation. “Understood.”

The journey to the hospital wing felt both endless and too short. Part of you was grateful for the support, while another part wished you could have managed on your own. When you finally arrived, Madam Pomfrey rushed over, her eyes widening in surprise.

“What happened?” she demanded, her gaze flickering between you and Tom.

“Overexertion,” Tom replied calmly, setting you down gently on one of the beds. “They pushed themselves too hard during practice.”

Madam Pomfrey tutted disapprovingly. “You students and your Quidditch,” she muttered, waving her wand to examine you. “This will take a few hours to heal properly. You’ll need to stay here for the rest of the day.”

You groaned, lying back on the bed. “Great. Just what I needed.”

Tom stood by your side, watching you with a mixture of amusement and concern. “Maybe next time, you’ll listen to your body,” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Maybe next time, I won’t let you catch me,” you teased.

Tom’s smile widened. “I’ll always catch you,” he said softly. “Whether you like it or not.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to relax. Maybe asking for help wasn’t so bad after all. As Tom turned to leave, you called out to him.

“Tom?”

He paused, looking back at you. “Yes?”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

He nodded, a rare warmth in his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

As he walked away, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect for the enigmatic Slytherin. Perhaps there was more to Tom Riddle than you had ever imagined.

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Hours later, after Madam Pomfrey had fussed over you and made you rest, you reflected on the day’s events. You had always prided yourself on being independent, but today had shown you that even the strongest people need help sometimes. Tom's unexpected kindness had given you a new perspective, and maybe, just maybe, you’d be more open to accepting help in the future.

As the door to the hospital wing opened again, you looked up to see Tom entering, a small tray of food in his hands. “Thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting it down on the bedside table.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Thanks, Tom. Really.”

He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Just don’t make a habit of running yourself into the ground,” he said lightly. “I’m not always going to be there to catch you.”

You nodded, the hint of a laugh escaping you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tom lingered for a moment longer before giving you a final nod and turning to leave. As you watched him go, you felt a sense of contentment. You weren’t alone, and maybe, with friends like Tom, you never would be.

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justcallmesakira · 20 hours

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"𝑰𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?"

summary: just my favourite characters taking care of reader when shes sick

genre: hurt to comfort, full fluff

warnings: reader has a personality similar to me!, fem reader, nothing else, double suicide joke on dazai, silly pedo joke on fyodor

a/n: guys please I am so sick right now I feel sohdghdgdhd if only there was someone who could send me some sakilai selfship stuff/j

"nikolaiiiii" you whine from your bed eyes too teary to reach out wherever he is.

"Ah, my dove, I am coming right now" he shouts from outside of your room running in with a packed box of soup.

Unfortunately because of nikolais amazing cooking skills he failed to make a simple cup of soup. So he decided to order from takeout.And that soup is the food you need to eat right now.

"feed me please..." you state when he placed the bowl of soup and sat down next to you."Dove i think you can feed yous-" you only sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes which instantly made a certain feeling of guilt rise up in his stomach.

"fine then. Guess I will have to take care of my lovely crybaby girlfriend!" nikolai jokes before using taking off his gloves using his teeth and putting them aside, which you always considered a very handsome and hot thing for him to do.

His bare hands pick up the spoon full of soup and vegetables and gently slides it into you mouth, as fragile like a glass doll.

"Also I am not a crybaby! It was an act for you to feed me" you puff to which gogol gasps a bit too dramatically "you pesky silly! Come here daddy's going to punish you kittem" he jokingly says putting the bowl of soup on the bed side.

"HELP nikolai that is not funny! Stop THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL. I am sick!!" you cry out getting out of his way which fails as he lunges towards you and holds you in his grasp

"I was joking! Calm down (name) I just want to hug your germs away." "Those germs will hug you back but okay!"

You sneakily crept up to the fridge before opening it, looking for a tub of icecream before finding it instantly. You reach out to grab it but before your hand can get any closer a hand slams the door shut.

You don't turn around to the figure behind you and swallow a spit, scared of the man's creepy and menacing smile from behind you.

"Now now, isn't my dear supposed to be in bed resting? So I wonder who this woman here is" his sarcastic voice rings in your ears as you slowly turn around.

"Fedya hahaha what are you doing here ahaha aren't you supposed to work?" you nervosuly laugh before you start coughing again, more ferocious this time.

His cruel and irritated shade hovering his eyes become more soft and tendor as he picked you up over his shoulders like a pack of potatoes and carried you to the bedroom.

"Fyodor? Since when did you become s-augh augh strong-?" you asked clearly shocked at his sudden romantic move.

"Say that again I am giving medieval style treatment." "WH- wait how do you know medieval tre--"

Before you could finish your sentence, he throws you on the bed in the gentlest way before sitting down next to you and grabbing a medicine.

"please tell me it's not those swallow pills. I hate them like you everyone in Yokohama hates you" you pout but he only glares at you for a second.

"I mean- I love you hahaha, you know" you laugh it off and look at his nail bitten fingers elegantly take the spoon of the liquid and holds it up to you lips.

"ew that looks like pink vomit" you get away from the spoon infront of you. "(name) I didn't ditch my work for this, it feels like I am taking care of a child rather then my significant other."

"you do know you will counted as a pedophile if i am a child right" you teas him, grinning trying to make him forget about the medicine.

"(name)" his voice is colder than your cold and you only look at him with puppy glistening eyes. "can.. can you feed me with you mouth? a sickly kiss?" you ask innocently.

"you are already sick fedya, please?" he only sighs at your statement, knowing it's stupid and silly to argue with you.

He takes the medicine in his mouth and pulls you closer to push it in. It tastes bitter, but his lips make it sweet. It only lasts a moment but cures the starving feeling in your heart.

He pulls away as you swallow the liquid before tucking your self under the covers and giggling like a school girl.

"sigh,,,please don't eat anything cold, your sickness will only worsen. Take your pills daily and I will send some chocolates later, okay? Don't be too much of a hassle"

"Bellllaaaaaa, i got you your favourite food!" his voice soothes out like a lullaby to your ears as you rise up from your bed and rush towards him.

"zai-zai!" But before you could say anything your head starts spinning and everything seems dizzy.

He keeps the bag of food on the table before rushing to catch you. "WOAH bella, can't have you spinning to death now can we! You told me if you had to die you wanted to die with me! Together"

He says picking you up bridal style and laughing at the swirls in your eyes. "i am here feeling like I just hot down from some Rollercoaster and your here joking? I swear to god dazai this is why you can't pull hoes"

"why would you say that bella? You pull germs" he pouts like a child but was probably smirking inside at his cheeky remark.

"You little manwh-" "shhh lets eat soem chocolate cheesecake shall we?" he places you on the side of your bed and brings the packets of cakes and slowly lays it down infront of you.

You sick and tired looking eyes glow up. "I want the cheesecake!" you announce to him as dazai laughs before opening the packet and taking a spoonful of the desert before motioning you to open your mouth.

He feeds you it whole slowly, which you only giggle "i didnt new yuo weer so living, dezai" you mumble chewing on the contents.

"finish your food first bella, then you can compliment your amazing BOYFRIEND HAHAHA" he laughs before getting up to clear up the packets.

While he does that you snuggle up to your bed before coughing for a while. "come join me, love" you motion him which your boyfriend does as he lays himself next to you

"Oh my bella, I hope you get well soon I can't wait to kiss you and hug you and maybe even fall off the bridge with you!"

You moved away from the camera turning on the record button and started dancing to the choreography of 'detention' by melanie martinez which by the way you should actually check out.

However as you were swifting your movements according to the dance you heard a Click and ran to you bed, but you only had a second to choose a sleep position before yosano can come.

"(name) I am not that stupid." she opens the door to enter the room as she looks at your pretend sleeping position.

"You can just dance hystericaly while you have a bad cold and have iron cells lesser than than the literacy rate in japan" your girlfriends scolding hits you hard so you decided to get up, what's the point.

"As much as i wish i could see more of you dancing" she continues, "You need to get better for it, I dont want you fainting once again like yesterday.

"who knew you could joke" you whine out. Yosano takes a chair and takes a place beside you. "I am not that serious, love. Now let me check your fever."

She takes off her gloves and presses her hand on your forehead. "Hmm, you have long way to fully recover" her voice is much softer than when she was scolding you.

"huhhh, that's not fair...i dont want to be bedridden for soooo long :(" your eyes start looking teary again, nose red from the heavy coughing from when she was taking care of you last night.

she sighs, "awhh my baby, there there. This is why I told you to take the medicines. But you didn't listen did you" you look up to her eyes glossy like a child who needs to be cared.

She kisses your forehead before getting up.

"I wish I could kiss your cold away however it won't work like that instead I will cook you your favourite chicken soup for you okay?"

a/n: man i hate my hoarse throat aughhhh I want fedya to take care of me rn *cough cough*

Divider crds: @anitalenia go check her blog NOW

Tags: @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko @inojuuy @biscuits-tragic-diner

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koolades-world · 2 days

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K

Can I request Satan and MC with 17 and 28?

Now for the sappy stuff:

It felt like it was just yesterday that I was binging "Just like Lilith," (yes, been here that long with notifs still on for you and everything) and now you've grown so much, and I just 😭. Please keep writing, I've seen your style change and improve, and I am so glad to be on this little journey watching my favourite author get the love they deserve.

awwww thank you!! it means a lot to me that you stuck with me through my extended unintentional break haha. i for sure thought i'd basically have to start from scratch again after that. i also think i freaked out a little when i saw the words my favorite author. words can hardly describe how i feel. like me?? me is someone favorite author? sending you all the love in the world anon 🫶 so glad you've joined me on this train that is my writing haha

enjoy <33

prompts 17 and 28 w/ Satan

Satan loved a lot of things. Perfectly warm tea, chunky cats, late nights of reading followed by lazy mornings, the smell of old books, but most importantly, you. He wished he could spend everyday with you by his side. Which was the reason he agreed to go on the stupid family camping trip in the first place. You were his sweetheart, so of course he couldn’t deny the puppy dog eyes and pleading when the trip was proposed on the first place.

He didn't inherently hate camping. He preferred glamping, but camping wasn't the worst thing in the world. Being far away from other demons and in the solitude of nature was preferable, minus the fact that he could only have a select few books. What really bothered him was the fact that it was a family trip. He'd be trapped in the middle of nowhere with the six demons that annoyed him the most. He tried to look at it from the bright side though, as you would tell him. He'd be there with you to, after all.

The spot Beel and Lucifer had picked was remote, beautiful and mountainous, but the trip there wasn't too long. Somehow, there were only seven tents, and a brawl almost started over who'd get to share a tent with Mc. Satan was in the center, but while they were at each others throats, Mc had set up one of the tents on their own and laid stakes to it. Beel and Belphie ended up sharing a tent. Honestly, it was a power move on your end and only made him love you more.

You lounged in the center of camp on a blanket on your back while everyone else set up tents. Belphie wasn't helping, of course, and was basically right on top of you. That was the beginning of the end for Satan. You chatted with everyone swirling around you as they worked, and it wasn't too irritating until Mammon and Levi got into another argument. Then, Lucifer insisted they 'act more like a family' and have together time, which meant they needed a campfire. Nobody else made the move to make it, so when he stepped up to the plate, you were kind enough to join him. The two of you were able to talk while you worked, gathering firewood, which he thought would be enough to calm him down. Soon, the two of you got the fire lit with magic, and you went off one more time to gather more tinder. Upon returning back, while unsure what you'd returned to, you were just in time to watch Beel throw water onto the fire, putting it out. That was his last straw.

Satan threw down the kindling he'd gathered and stormed off in the direction he'd just come from. "Satan! Wait, please come back." You turned and tried to run after him, but he was gone quickly. The other six brothers watched silently. After seeing that they were not going to follow him, and planned to resume as normal, you shook your head. "You guys are awful to each other. Don't follow me, I can protect myself." You too went off in the forest, only after anticipating that the brothers would try to follow you, not their brother.

You weren't exactly sure which way he'd gone, but you could feel his anger somehow. Maybe it was the pact, or maybe it was your magic. Either way, it helped you follow him higher and higher into the mountains. The trees thinned out, and eventually, you saw him sitting in the middle of a small clearing near the edge of a cliff. He turned slightly to see who'd followed him, and turned back around after seeing it was you. "Glad I found you." You sat next to him.

"What do you want?" His words were sharp.

"I just came to keep you company." You leaned over to take his hand. He jumped a little, but gripped it back. You laced your fingers with his.

"I'm fine. Nothing is wrong." He didn't look at you, but you could still see the ever-shifting expression on his face.

"You know just as well as I do that that's not the truth," you told him.

"I'm telling the truth, Mc." He tried to refute what you'd said.

"You're a terrible liar." You could almost laugh at his false insistence.

"What if I was upset? What would you do?" Instead of responding to you, he presented you with a 'hypothetical' question.

"Well, I'd tell you I was here for you, and that I understand how much your brothers can be. We can just stay here, if you'd like. Hypothetically, of course." You couldn't help but laugh a little over the way the two of you were communicating.

"I would tell you that sounds great, but that I have a better spot in mind for relaxing." He got up, seeming calmer than he had been before. You could still tell he needed a little more time, but you knew just spending time with him would help.

"Lead the way, Satan." The two of you began a short walk through the forest again. With him holding your hand, it was much easier to feel safer in the rather unfamiliar forest. You could protect the both of you, no doubt, but it was comforting nonetheless with him by your side. The walk was peaceful, and filled with comfortable silence. You eventually reached a river. While it wasn't particularly fast looking, peering into the water showed that it was deep. For a while, the two of you sat beside the water, talking minimally. The two of you enjoyed each others company, and the scenery.

"Ready to go back?" Satan stood up. You were surprised that he had been the one to ask that. You weren't sure what time it was, but you at least thought you'd be out there for another hour or so. You knew him and how long it took him to decompress sometimes.

"Yes. I'm getting a little tired." With a yawn, you got to your feet with the help of Satan's extended hand. You must've not been as steady with your footing as your though, because as soon as he let go of your hand, you promptly stepped on a loose rock and took a tumble into the water.

The water was cold, and you were only fully submerged briefly, but in that short time, Satan had jumped in after you. He was quick to swim after you, and grab ahold of you so you wouldn't get separated by the flowing water. "Are you alright?" He grabs onto a nearby rock to stop the two of you from getting pulled further.

"Just surprised is all. You came in after me." You pushed his wet hair out of his face so he could actually see you.

"Of course I did." He stated that as if it was obvious.

"I'm flattered, but I would've been alright. You didn't have to get soaked too just for that." You mentally sighed when you thought about how long it would take you to dry off. At least now, you'd have each other for company while you dried.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Please don't go anywhere I can't follow," he said. You laughed a little at first at his words, a little confused.

"What do you mean? You jumped in after me." You put your hands on his shoulders to better keep yourself from getting swept away, since you could feel the subtly drag of the river.

"Not in just a physical sense. What if you were hurt? I can't lose you, especially not over something I could prevent." He sounded very solemn. His response wasn't something you anticipated, and it took you a second to process.

"I care a lot about you too. Thank you, for everything." There was so much more you wanted to say, but struggled to find the words for. So, instead, you hugged him as best as you could.

"It's the least I could do for the human who changed my life." Satan reciprocated as best as he could with the one arm that was already around you.

"Let's get out of the water before we catch a cold. If we're lucky, your brothers will be asleep and we'll have the fire to ourselves." You could already picture the lovely time the two of you would have by the campfire together. By the look on his face, you could tell he was thinking something similar.

"Hang tight then." Satan smiled at you. It was the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen. It communicated everything he felt, even the words unspoken. If you weren't sure of your feelings before, you were now. The avatar of wrath, your sweetheart.

#2k followers special #obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me! shall we date #struggled with this one a little for some reason so sorry if it seems strange #i also ingested more caffeine than i normally would on accident so that didn't help haha

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Pink Lace - E.N

Summary: Edward Nashton gets invited to go to a club by some coworkers. Taking this as a sign that they might want to be friends, he goes, and he tries to be "cool". Of course they set him up for a cruel joke. They pay for a dancer to give him a private lap dance, and he's mortified. When the dancer, y/n, notices that he's uncomfortable, she decides to just sit and talk with him.

Content Warning: NSFW (no smut but sexual themes), explicit language, sexual themes, shy!Edward, introvert!Edward, dancer!Reader, angst, fluff, Edward and reader are both in mid 20s.

Word Count: 5.1k

Songs For Inspo:

Interlude The Trio - Lana Del Rey

HYPNOTIC DATA - Odetari

Bubble Pop Electric - Gwen Stefani, Johnny Vulture

DANCE! Till We Die - 6arleyhuman

Slave 4 U - Brittany Spears

REPL4CE! - Lumi Athena, xxanteria, jnhygs

"Y-You can dance for me."

The strobe lights flashed throughout the club, nearly blinding Edward. He could practically feel the bass of the music rattle in his bones. How anyone could think in a place like this blew his mind. Never in Edward's life did he think he'd be in a club, but here he was. But he also never thought he'd be asked to go to one, either. The interaction still played in his mind, trying to process how he got here.

Edward picked up the coffee pot, filling up his cup in the break room. The steam from the hot beverage rose, and it fogged up his glasses. Mumbling to himself, he wiped them clean and put the pot back. Usually Edward liked to put some sugar in his coffee, but right now he was too tired to even care. He turned around slowly, and nearly jumped into the air. His coffee almost spilled, and he let out a little yelp as he saw one of his coworkers in front of him.

"Hey, math whiz! What's up?" Laurence asked.

Edward's eyes widened, feeling like he shrunk in size. That was ironic though, considering that he was the tallest person in the office. Not really sure what to say, he silently took a sip of his coffee.

"Alright then...so, what are your plans for the weekend, huh?" The man asked, stepping behind Edward.

He stepped to the side, watching his coworker pour himself some coffee like he did. It could have just been the hot beverage in his hands, but he felt his palms get clammy.

"U-Uh, video games, probably." He stuttered.

Laurence turned around, chuckling before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Would you want to go to a club with me and a few other guys from the office? Tonight?"

Edward froze up, like a deer in the headlights. Laurence looked at him, raising an eyebrow as he waited for a response. Regaining his composure, the taller man nodded.

"Alright, sounds good. You need to get out more, Eric."

He turned around and left the breakroom.

"...it's Edward."

Edward was so nervous about the night, but he was also excited about it. Based on how social interactions went, usually one would only invite someone if they wanted to be friends. Therefore, Laurence probably wanted to be friends with Edward. Well, at least that's what he hoped. In an attempt to impress the people from his work, he wore an outfit that he rarely ever wore. Basically everything about it was the color black, and he even styled his hair. He had never been to a club before, so he didn't really know what he would be getting into. He kept his glasses, of course, and he even wore a wristwatch. In his opinion, he looked pretty good, but it wasn't necessarily his preferred style.

"Oh..." He trailed.

There were women dancing on tables, and it caught him off guard. He looked to Laurence, eyes blown out. The man laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"What? You've never seen strippers?"

Edward shook his head, doing his best to avert his gaze. It was amusing, really. He looked like he could kick someone's ass. And frankly, he looked like he could absolutely get laid. His outfit certainly helped with that. But his demeanor was completely the opposite of how he looked. If a woman looked at him, he might just implode like a dying star.

"Have you ever seen a woman naked? Like, at all?" He asked.

Edward shook his head again.

"I mean, like in movies sort of. I've just never...been with one."

"Holy shit, guys, Nashton's a virgin! Like we're talking a vow of celibacy." He joked.

The other coworkers commented, making Edward blush. He looked down at the ground. Laurence looked to the dancers, and smirked. Without saying anything, he slipped away unnoticed by Edward.

"I already hate this." Edward mumbled to himself.

He fidgeted with his hands, and started to pick at his skin. His throat felt swollen, and he cleared it. Shakily, he walked up to the bar. The bartender walked over, waiting for him to order.

"Do you have any water?" He asked quietly.

The bartender scoffed, and walked away. Edward frowned, picking at his skin even more. He felt stupid for agreeing to come. Looking around, he noticed Laurence and a few other guys talking a bit away from him. After hyping himself up, he walked over to them. He just needed to act cool.

"Hey!" He said.

He mentally face palmed himself. "Hey!", seriously? Edward wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Laurence chuckled, noticing how overwhelmed Edward looked. Smirking, he pointed to a little room in the corner of the club. It had red curtains covering the entrance. Edward followed his pointing.

"If you need a minute to relax, just step into one of those. It's like...it's like a decompression area." He bit back a laugh.

Edward looked back at him, smiling.

"Ok, yeah! That sounds nice. I just need a minute, but I'll be back."

He turned around and started to make his way over. So much for being cool, but whatever. It was nice of Laurence to tell him about those rooms. Sighing, he pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. The music still played in the background, but he was far enough away from the hustle and bustle that it was faint. He didn't mind the music that much, just the crowds of people and lights. Not thinking much about it, he sat down on the long seat/couch thing. He didn't really care what it was, he just knew that he needed a break. A groan left his lips as he buried his head in his hands.

"God, I'm getting a headache..." He grumbled.

The curtain pulled back, and someone stepped in.

"Mmm, that's not good!" A soft voice said.

Edward shot his head up, eyes widening when he saw the person before them. She looked like one of the dancers he had seen, and his heart nearly stopped. Instantly, he gripped his pants and stiffened his posture. It was then that he noticed there was a pole in front of him. How the hell did he not notice this before? Edward swallowed harshly, taking in her appearance. She wore what looked like lacy pink lingerie, and a pair of matching pink heels. Glitter covered her body, and she shimmered in the light. The makeup she wore, the eyeshadow also being pink, was glittery as well. Edward felt like he was looking at an angel, but he also felt like he shouldn't be looking at all. Quickly, he averted his gaze.

"U-Um, who are y-you?" He stuttered.

Edward couldn't help but look up again, seeing her hook a leg around the pole. She grabbed it with her right hand, placing the other on her hip. A soft giggle left their lips, and he felt like he'd melt right then and there.

"What do you mean by that?"

He felt like dying.

"Y-Your name?"

She nodded.

"Y/n, what about you?"

She did a little walk around the pole, holding onto it the whole time. Edward felt like he shouldn't look, but he didn't want to be mean and ignore her either. God he felt so conflicted. How the hell was he supposed to talk to her if she looked like that? He didn't know how to talk to women in the first place, or even people in general. So the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous just made it harder for him.

"E-Edward Nashton. A-Are you here to decompress too, y/n?" He asked softly.

Another giggle left her throat, and she moved in front of him. Before he could even process what was happening, she sat on his lap. His eyes widened, the sensation of her straddling him making his body heat up. Blood rushed down south, and he silently cursed himself. How utterly embarrassing.

"No, but I can help you decompress Mr. Nashton..." She trailed, placing her hands on his chest.

Edward's heart was racing, and he felt like he was dreaming. It was more like a nightmare though.

"I-I don't understand..."

"You're friends told me you needed a little relaxation." She smiled.

"I-..oh..." He trailed.

Y/n's bubbly demeanor faded a little bit, seeing him frown. She got off his lap, sensing that something was wrong. No matter who they were, whenever y/n sat on someone's lap, they got very excited. But Edward did not. Well, he got a "somewhat" excited, but not literally excited. She stood in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest casually.

"Is something wrong? Did I do something you didn't want?" She asked, a little worried.

He shook his head. Truthfully, he liked it. It was just the scenario that made it weird for him. He hadn't expected it to happen. And now that he realized what was happening, well, he wanted to cry.

"No, y-you're ok. Um..." He sighed.

Y/n hummed, turning around and walking out. Edward's eyes welled up with tears. Great, even the dancer didn't want anything to do with him. How lovely. Quickly, he wiped a tear away. He motivated himself to get up, but before he could, y/n came back in. She had a robe wrapped around her body, and she held it tightly as she sat down next to him. His gaze flickered towards her, and he felt nervous.

"Your friends paid me to spend 30 minutes with you, but that doesn't mean we can't talk during it. Is there something on your mind? You seem like you don't want this." She asked.

He smiled, touched that she was going to stay with him. Of course she was paid to, but he guessed that his coworkers were long gone by now. If she really wanted to, she could just leave with an easy pay. But she was willing to stay and talk.

"They aren't my friends. Well, I thought they might want to be, but I'm seeing that um...th-they don't want to." He sighed.

Y/n tilted her head curiously.

"What do you mean?"

He started to pick at his skin again.

"W-We work together. Um, they invited me to come here with them. Turns out th-they just wanted to embarrass me, I guess. P-Probably thought it would be funny to trick me into c-coming in here..." He sniffled.

"You didn't know they were paying for you to get a dance?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"My coworker said that these were r-rooms to decompress in. Like, um, like if you're overstimulated or something..." He trailed, feeling a little humiliated.

"That douchebag! What the fuck!" She huffed.

"I'm sorry to have wasted y-your time. You can go i-if you want." Edward said meekly.

She scoffed.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be the one apologizing! I just sat on your lap and you didn't even want it. You probably hated it, I'm so sorry! God I'm so embarrassed..." She groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

Edward turned to look at her, frowning.

"I di-didn't hate it, really...I just didn't expect it. You shouldn't be apologizing either. You w-were just doing your job." He tried to comfort her.

She sniffled, removing her hands from her face. Y/n nodded, wiping under her eyes with her fingers. Edward noticed she had tears streaming down her cheeks. He watched as she stood up, clutching the robe close to her body.

"Do you want a drink? I need some water." She asked softly.

He nodded.

"I wanted water too, and the bartender ignored me."

She rolled her eyes.

"Barry's an asshole. I'll get you some water, and I'll be right back, I promise."

Edward gave her a smile, watching as she left the room. Once she did, he looked down at his lap. He grimaced as he saw he still had his erection. Of course, because this interaction couldn't get any more awkward.

"This'll make an interesting journal entry." He joked to himself in an attempt to cheer himself up.

It didn't really work.

Upon further examination, he noticed that y/n had gotten glitter on his clothes. It wasn't on purpose obviously, but it happened anyway. He liked it, though. It looked cool shining in the light. Sighing, he pulled out a crossword book from his bag. Edward carried his leather messenger bag everywhere with him. It made him look like a dork, sure, but it was convenient. He opened the book up to a random page, grabbing a pencil from his bag and started to work on it. It only took him a couple minutes to solve a third of it. By that time, y/n had come back and sat down. Edward was surprised that she came back, but he brought his attention to her in recognition.

"Here you go." She said, handing him a water bottle.

"Thank you..."

He took a sip, and y/n looked at the book. Her eyes widened when she saw it. Edward noticed her expression, and he felt a little awkward.

"Holy shit, did you do all of that while I was gone?" She asked, pointing to it.

He nodded silently.

"I was only gone for a few minutes! What...what the fuck is an abomasum?!" She nearly laughed.

Edward put his water bottle down on the table, which happened to be where the pole was attached to. He moved the book to her, so she could get a better look. To give a visual representation, he pointed to his stomach.

"It's the fourth stomach chamber of ruminants." He said simply, with a faint smile.

She looked at him with a blank expression. Club music blared in the back, and she blinked slowly. The bass resonated in the ground, and vibrated through their feet.

"Uh huh...what's a ruminant?"

Edward laughed softly.

"Do you want the simple definition or the full definition?" He asked.

"Fuck it, give me the full definition." She asked, sitting crisscross on the couch.

He turned a little bit, wanting to face her more.

"Well there are three different definitions, one is an adjective and the other two are nouns. The one I'm talking about is a noun. It's, if I remember correctly, an even-toed ungulate mammal that chews the cud regurgitated from its rumen. So like cattle, deer, sheep, giraffes, and antelopes." He said simply.

Y/n took out her phone, typing away on it. He sat in silence, watching her as she looked at the screen. She scoffed playfully.

"That's like the exact definition. What are you, a walking dictionary?" She joked.

He shrugged.

"I just like learning things, I suppose. I'm skilled in assimilating."

Y/n looked at him blankly, yet again.

"Oh, um, learning. Assimilate means to take in things around you. Like a sponge absorbing water."

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth as she did. He raised an eyebrow, and then furrowed them. Edward frowned, feeling a little sheepish all of a sudden.

"Don't laugh at me..." He mumbled.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I'm not making fun of you Edward. I just think it's funny that someone as smart as you thought that this was a 'decompression room'." She giggled.

He nodded.

"I will admit, it wasn't my brightest moment. But I didn't expect to be the victim of a cruel joke either." He sighed.

Y/n slowly stopped laughing, nodding as well.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm really sorry about that. They sound like jerks. I hope no one else at your work is like that."

He chuckled weakly.

"Oh, they are. I'm not really a likeable person there. Or...anywhere, I guess. They all think I'm weird." He admitted, taking another sip of his water.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

"Weird? Why do they say that? You don't seem weird to me."

He smiled.

"Well, thank you. But you don't really know me that well."

"I doubt they know you well either, yet they still make that assumption." She retorted.

Edward removed the bottle from his lips, thinking for a moment. He looked down, realizing the truth behind her words. He never really thought about it like that. They didn't know a thing about him, only that he liked puzzles. He put the bottle back down, wiping a water drop off his lip. Shit, why not? He'll vent to a dancer. He'll vent to y/n.

"I have a love for puzzles, numbers, riddles, stuff like that. I guess that isn't 'normal', so that might be what they're judging me by." He explained.

Y/n clapped her hands.

"Oh! Wait that's so neat! How is that weird?! I love riddles, but I'm not necessarily good at them."

Edward was a bit taken aback by her happy nature. Truth be told, he had never had a conversation with a woman for this long in a while, if ever. Let alone a beautiful one like her. He cautiously smiled, as if he was trying to have a discussion with a wild animal. Y/n propped their chin up on the palm of their hand.

"So, like...are you a doctor or something? You must have a really cool job if you're a brainiac!" She asked curiously.

He shook his head.

"I'm a forensic accountant."

Y/n tilted her head.

"Does that mean you, like, deal with the financial aspect of forensics?"

"Sort of, yeah. I look for any discrepancies in cases, and sometimes I have to go to court to give the information."

"Oh that sounds...fun..." She trailed.

He chuckled.

"No, it's not. You don't have to pretend."

"Ok good, that sounds so fucking boring I'm sorry."

Edward smiled, something that he hadn't been doing as of late.

"You're fine."

"Still, you must have a fancy degree or something right?" She asked, genuinely interested to know more about him.

He shook his head again.

"Not really. I got the job right after I got out of the orphanage."

"Oh, you're an orphan? I'm sorry about that. I don't really talk to my parents that much. I've got some daddy issues I'm trying to work out." She tried to laugh it off casually.

Edward nodded, not really sure what to say. Y/n, feeling like she ruined the mood, decided to change the subject. Clearing her throat, she took a sip of her own water bottle. She didn't want to get drunk at work, especially with her being a dancer. That could lead to something bad happening.

"To be honest, I'd rather be a forensic accountant than work here."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You don't like working here?" He asked.

She scoffed.

"I fucking hate it here. I only got a job here because I got kicked out of the house at 18 for literally no reason, and I needed a source of income. I've been here ever since. Gross men try and grope me, the pay even isn't that good, people are fucking dicks and don't tip well, the list goes on and on..." She trailed.

Edward frowned.

"...but you're the first guy that's ever wanted to just sit and talk. Though you didn't even plan on interacting me in the first place, so I don't know if that even counts you as a customer."

He adjusted his glasses a bit, as they were sliding down his nose. Y/n looked up at him, seeing that he was looking at her.

"Is it bad that I'm not a real customer?" He asked.

She shrugged.

"I mean, I'm not upset. I'm enjoying this talk. It's nice to be treated like an actual human being. But my boss has rules. These rooms are reserved for dances only, not chatting. No one ever wants to just chat though anyways. Actually, if I don't leave or give you a dance I'll get in trouble..." Y/n sighed, nodding her head upwards.

Edward looked up, seeing a surveillance camera. It was a little weird, but it only made sense. At least they cared enough to make sure the dancers were safe.

"That's not fair. I mean, I know I didn't pay you, but you still were paid."

Y/n shrugged.

"Yeah I know. My boss is a piece of shit. Like I said, I hate it here." She laughed, but she didn't sound happy about it.

Edward grimaced.

"I don't want you to get in trouble, but I don't want you to leave either. I'm enjoying our talk, as weird as the scenario is..." He admitted.

Y/n sighed.

"Well, I'll get in trouble if I don't leave. I was enjoying our talk too. Again, I'm really sorry about what happened wit-"

"Y-You can dance for me." He stammered out.

Y/n, who had stood up already, turned to look at him. She looked like someone had just yelled gibberish at her. Oddly enough, it seemed like she was more embarrassed than he was. She chuckled, looking down at the floor.

"Um, are you sure?" She asked.

Of course he was sure. Edward Nashton, a man who barely ever talked to women, just had a whole conversation with one. Sure the situation was a little...unique, but still. It was something, right? And it wasn't like he was just desperate for conversation. He actually liked y/n's company so far. She had no reason to pretend to like him, especially since he didn't even want her to dance in the first place. She had no reason, and yet she still asked about his life. Y/n had been genuinely interested in learning more about him. It was foreign to Edward, and he didn't want to lose it. Even if this would be the only time he'd ever see her, he was ok with that.

"Yeah, I'm sure." He said.

Y/n smiled, nodding a little bit. He watched as she walked over to a speaker, pulling out her phone. Edward was curious, not really sure what she was doing. She glanced over and noticed his confusion, so she explained.

"I'm playing some music. Do you have any requests?" She asked politely.

He shook his head.

"Um, my music taste wouldn't really suit this." He said shyly.

Y/n giggled, playing her own playlist. The song that started playing had a nice beat to it, and Edward thought it sounded familiar. She walked over to the table, chuckling softly as Edward moved the water bottle. He leaned back, a little tense and unsure of what to do as y/n stepped up onto the table. She let her robe fall off, tossing it on the couch. Edward's cheeks turned a bright red, completely forgetting that y/n was wearing the lingerie underneath. Noticing how stiff he was, she decided to start some conversation. She grabbed onto the pole, and walked around it.

"What kind of music do you like? I doubt you like what I listen to." She giggled.

Edward listened to the song, realizing that it was a Gwen Stefani song. He couldn't remember the name exactly, but he recognized it. Swallowing nervously, he fidgeted with his hands while watching y/n.

"Not particularly, but I don't mind listening to it if I have to. Um, I like metal a lot. Nu, heavy, thrash, just any metal really. Um, I really just listen to anything to be honest. Well, except country music because it...sucks." He chuckled at the end.

Y/n hooked her leg around the pole, leaning her head back. Edward's eyes widened, and she smiled at him from her upside down position. He couldn't help but smile back.

"I like that stuff too! And I agree about country music. It just...sucks. Yeah."

Edward was surprised to hear that. She didn't really look like she listened to metal music. But then again, he didn't really look like he'd ever go to a club. Who was he to judge people based off their appearance. Y/n obviously didn't judge. She didn't call him a weirdo when they first started talking, even when she knew he wasn't a real customer. Y/n stood back up, but quickly spun around on the pole.

"What's your favorite metal band?" He asked.

Y/n hummed.

"Well, there are different types of metal. For thrash, I'd have to say Megadeth. Dave Mustaine was so hot in the 80's. Um, for NU metal it's really hard to choose, so it's tied with Korn and SOAD. I'd have to add Slipknot as a miscellaneous because they're honestly just a little bit of every metal genre." She explained, dancing on the pole the entire time.

He could practically feel his heart beating under his ribcage. She had the same taste as him. Oh that was fucking awesome. He smiled, and found himself getting lost in her movements.

"You like the same things I like." He commented.

"Oh, that's cool!" She giggled.

Edward nodded, clearing his throat. He still couldn't get past the fact that y/n was dancing in front of him. Not only that, but in lingerie. And the fact that she was a dancer in a club. It was just such a strange situation, but he wasn't really complaining. He was talking with a beautiful woman.

"I'm gonna be honest, you don't really look like the type to be a brainiac." She said.

"Oh, yeah. Um, I normally don't dress like this. I wanted to, wow this is a little embarrassing...I wanted to impress my colleagues." He admitted, a little ashamed.

Y/n tilted her head, sliding down the pole.

"What do you normally dress like?" She asked.

Edward pulled his phone out, scrolling through his camera roll. He usually didn't take pictures of himself, but he had the occasional few. After a few more moments, he turned the phone around to show y/n. She stopped dancing for a moment, and crouched down to look at the picture. In the picture, he was wearing a button up white shirt and a pair of brown slacks. He had his hair how he usually kept it, which tended to just be messy. His clear glasses framed his face nicely. Y/n smiled warmly, and it made Edward smile too.

"Edward Nashton, you look like the classic boy next door!" She giggled.

He blushed.

"I'm serious! I mean, you look really good right now, that's for certain. But you're cute just the way you are. Don't try and change yourself to get approval from others."

Edward's eyes went wide, and his entire face was a light red. He looked like a tomato. Y/n giggled at the sight, and she continued to dance on the pole. He couldn't believe that y/n had just said he was good looking, and cute. His heart fluttered, and he felt like he was on the moon.

"Really? You're not just saying that?" He asked.

"Edward, trust me. If I didn't think you were cute, I wouldn't still be here. Plus, I like our conversation anyways. You've got looks, manners, you're sweet, and you have a good personality. It's rare to find all of those in a man."

He smiled.

"Well, thank you y/n. You're really pretty, but you probably get that a lot."

She shook her head.

"Not many people call me pretty. Mainly hot and sexy. I mean, I know they're still compliments, but they're not as genuine." She said.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"That's strange. I mean, you do have a nice body, I'm sorry if saying that makes you uncomfortable. But I don't know why people would only focus on that. I've been looking at your eyes a lot."

Y/n smiled widely, trying to hide the blush on her face. Edward caught it though, and he blushed himself.

"I'm not uncomfortable at all, Edward. Coming from you, I take it as a genuine compliment."

Y/n looked at the clock, seeing that their time was almost up. Edward looked as well, and he frowned. She got off the pole, stepping down carefully. Immediately, he offered his hand to her, and she took it gratefully. When she got off the table, she turned to look at him. Her eyes flickered to his lap, and he caught it. He swallowed nervously, sitting up straight. Y/n took that as a sign that it was ok to sit on his lap. Daintily, she straddled his waist. Edward bit on his bottom lip, doing his best to prevent himself from getting an erection, but it was inevitable. He felt mortified, and he immediately apologzied.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorr-"

She brought a finger up, holding it to his lips. He went quiet, and watched as she brought her hand back down. His heart raced as she grabbed the book with his crossword puzzles. Y/n picked the pencil up, scribbling something down. When she was done, she handed it to Edward.

"Don't be sorry. Usually, it grosses me out. But with you..." She trailed.

Edward's eyes widened when she brushed a stray hair out of his face.

"...I'm flattered...and a little flustered." She admitted.

He looked down, seeing what she wrote down. His eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as he saw her phone number. Not fully buying it, he looked up at her.

"I-Is this a joke?"

She shook her head.

"I'm planning on quitting this stupid job. I'm glad I met you before I did though. I um...sorry I'm a little nervous. My shift ends soon, um, do you want to come home with me?"

He flinched, face bright red at this point. When y/n realized how that sounded, she shook her head.

"No, no, no! Not like that! I'm a dancer, not a prostitute. Oh my God, I'm sorry. That was a stupid way to phrase it. Um, I mean like...would you want to come over and have dinner or something? It's not that late, only 7ish..." She blurted out, feeling utterly embarrassed."

Edward swallowed thickly.

"U-Um, yeah that's fine with me. But can you let me buy dinner? I feel like I owe you dinner after all of...this..." He chuckled.

She nodded.

"Yeah, that's ok. That's very nice of you, Edward." She smiled.

She got off of him, putting her robe on as she did so. Edward stood up as well, grabbing his wallet from his bag. Y/n looked at him, a little confused. When she saw him taking out money, she nearly froze in place.

"What are you doing?" She asked, turning the music off and grabbing her phone.

He looked up.

"I'm not a fucking dick, so I'm tipping." He smiled, quoting her from earlier.

He held out around twenty dollars, maybe a little more. Y/n's eyes widened.

"E-Edward, there's no need for that. That's a lot of money, I usually don't get that much..."

He frowned.

"Please take it, I'll feel bad if you don't. Plus, I um, liked it. I mean that in the least perverted way possible, though. You're just really pretty, and women don't usually talk to me, so I j-"

Y/n took the money from him, giving him a soft smile.

"Thank you, Edward."

"You're welcome, y/n."

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #the riddler #dc universe #gotham #edward nygma #paul dano #danonation #danocel #danonator #edward nashton #dano riddler #riddler

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lacnunga · 2 years

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In a night at the museum Hornblower au, who would be the museum guard? I feel like Bush would make sense but in my heart I feel like it's Styles

#i like the idea of all the hotspurs bwing miniatures #and styles being ordered around by mini bush #but ALSO being fathered by mini matthews #i think it could be cute #the hotpsur is a little model in one glass box at the maritime museum and the tonnant #is one of those huge suspended models #every time pellew summons hornblower #horatio has to ascend a little rope up to the tonnant despite his fear of heights #but styles can just pick him up and put him up there!#meanwhile the british ships try to fight the french ones at night causing chaos #you know. a natm au.

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captain-amadeus · 9 months

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Good day for sketching (Bloom au sketch under cut where Ivy is near death oof)

#think I might be taking style inspo #that is what happens when looks at art for a long time and picks up on features isjdjrjdk #I hope he fall on his face so pierre can pick him up and gib him get well soon kmiuss #there may of been a time where eustis was good #he did have genuine feelings for pierre it was just his pride that led him to treat him badly #if we get some moments with them in their relationship before the letters oh my #because it would hurt so much more to see them happy than just see the bad #now he's a pretty butterfly 🦋🦋🧈#bloom au #she use the dagger to cut out the excess in mouf and then drink potion to shrivel the overgrowth inside #this is partially eus' fault but just for activating it so often #fidelity be damned ivy has lasted for so long #cap sketch #not my ocs #others ocs #cedric sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #for good measures I haven't been putting cedric tags lately but should

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rafe picking you up from a night out with your friends after you’ve had a bit too much to drink

ohhhh this is so so rafe coded hehe thank u for requesting i hope u like it <3 there is dad calling!! there is a also slight size difference mentioned here i think? i made reader more tipsy than drunk since it does get a bit heated towards the end lol but rafe still calls it “drunk”

you whimper, rafe walking you outside the bar after you said your goodbyes, practically tripping over your pink platforms. “rafey, slow down!” you cry, the taste of the fruity beverage that got you tipsy still lingering in your mouth.

“want you to carry me,” you hiccup, looking up at him with a faux pout. “my feet hurt.”

“w-well maybe they wouldn’t hurt if.. if you didn’t wear like 10 inch heels,” he exaggerates, still opening his arms for you despite his words. “mm, yeahh but these look so cute!” you giggle, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and ignoring his ‘annoyance’

“want you to carry me bridal style, daddy. cause.. cause im gonna be your bride one day, right?” you mumble, batting your eyelashes. “gonna give me a baby and.. and a ring and we’ll live.. happily ever after,” you continue softly, heart on your sleeve — so casually talking about your dream.

“course i will doll, in due time.” he promises, slowly lifting you up with no struggle, his handling making your core heat up— one arm underneath your knees and the other on your back. “daddy,” you mewl, heavy shoes dangling. “‘m horny,” you sigh, no shame at how you crave him.

he shakes his head with a small laugh, “you horny baby? what did it for you huh? thinking about the future? being a wife and getting knocked up?”

you whine, nodding. “mhm, you know that’s what i want. wanna be your house wife.. want to have your babies,” you agree, lips formed into a frown. “wanna be full, want you to fuck me.”

“yea, well dad can’t do that right now.. gotta be patient. you’re drunk,” he states in his common, ‘know it all’ tone. “mhm.. mhm.. but i don’t careee, just.. just wanna have sex!” you cry a little louder, rafe’s big hand quickly covering your mouth, glittery lip gloss definitely smeared now.

“shhh, shh. not even in the truck yet and you wanna be talking dirty real loud like that— people.. people can.. hear you, y’know? be quiet.”

a muffled version of “i’m sorry,” leaves your lips, eyes filling with tears.

when he reaches the truck and sits you down, putting your seat belt on before starting to drive back to tannyhill you almost immediately start your whining all over again. “pay attention to me! ‘m right here you know!” you bite, stomping your foot against the car floor, clawing at his bicep.

“hey.. hey, watch it. know you’re drunk but cool it alright? i’m driving, you gotta sober up.” he warns, squeezing your thigh firmly.

you sniffle, grabbing his hand and leading it closer to your heat. “just.. rub a little please? and ‘m tipsy, not drunk!” you protest, laying your head on his arm. “i..i missed you, all the girls were getting upset cause i wouldn’t shut up about you.”

he smirks, that doing it for him and his ego— already feeling himself loosen up as he sneaks his hand in your skirt, rubbing lightly. almost like a reward for depending on him. “that right? can’t stop thinking about rafey even when you’re at girls night?” he mocks. “can’t stop thinking about dick?”

you nod, quickly relaxing against his fingers. “yeah, that’s what i thought. you gonna stay quiet? gonna listen now?”

“mhm.. mhm. course,” you hum, the rest of the car ride spent with rafe driving with one hand as you grind against his other.

thanks to the lovely @oceandriveab and @rafecameroninterlude for proofreading <3

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enkvyu · 10 months

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“babe i messed up, we gotta go bald.”

“no!” you grab onto the electric buzzer and fight against him, holding gojo back. “wait, let’s think this through!”

“look at my hair, it’s horrible! i can’t go out like this!” your boyfriend whines and though he resists your pull, you know he isn’t putting force behind the gesture.

“you look…” you yank your eyes away from his head, suddenly struggling to look at him. “fine.”

“you paused!”

“it’s fine, gojo!”

“it’s not! if my lover can’t even look at me without laughing, what are my students going to think?” gojo checks himself out in the mirror of your apartment's bathroom, turning his head side to side to observe the lousy slash he had given himself.

“their opinion of you can’t go any lower.” you reassure him. “and it’s fine, really. just, put down that shaver, that’s it, put it down on the counter and i can fix your mess for you.”

gojo gives you a wary look but eventually relaxes his hold. you pick up the shaver and the handle is still warm from his touch. turning it on, you let the hum of the device fill the silence.

after gojo had decided to abandon his glasses for a blindfold, he realised simply letting his hair grow out in whatever direction would not cut it anymore, else he wanted to look ridiculous.

when he complained to you, you absentmindedly told him to get a haircut without thinking of the consequences of your actions. of course gojo wouldn’t just go to a barber, of course gojo would think he could style his own hair and of course gojo would pick the worst haircut, making the first move without another thought. and now, after running the shaver a few centimetres up from the nape of his neck, the both of you realised that he should never be allowed near a electric shaver ever again.

you exhale. "okay, i've got this."

gojo looks at you through the mirror. "don't stress. worst case scenario, i can just buzz everything off."

you stare at him. "i cannot love you if you're bald."

"seriously?"

"what's with the look? would you love me if i was bald?"

gojo doesn't even hesitate. "yes!"

that makes you feel guilty. you don't comment on the topic any more, instead channelling your attention to the shaver in your hands and the white hair above your boyfriend's head.

“hey, don’t ignore me. you wouldn’t love me if i was bald? what’s next, you wouldn’t love me if i was a worm?”

you bite your lip to stop your face from contorting into a grimace. “i’m trying to focus here.”

“and i’m trying to make sure there’s still love in our relationship.” he turns around and looks at you. “do you love me?”

looking at him, a small smile slips through your disgusted expression. your boyfriend was regularly annoying, but there were times when his childish behaviour was more endearing than irritating. this was one of those rare times.

“yeah, i do.” you admit.

“prove it.”

“huh?”

his hand closes around yours, the one holding the buzzer. “i’m going bald.”

“no you’re not!”

“this is my hair, i get to decide what to do with it!”

“gojo!” you quickly reach over and unplug the shaver. “let’s be rational!”

he looks at you with bleary eyes. ��i love you.”

“me too, which is why i can’t let you go bald.”

“you’re lying. if you loved me, it wouldn’t matter how much hair i have on my scalp.”

you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. when you peek through your fingers, gojo is still giving you a wounded look. “okay fine, i would still love you if you went bald. it honestly doesn't matter to me, but is this what you really want?”

“and if i was a worm?”

you look away, busying yourself with tidying your already tidy sink. “are you going bald or not?”

“answer my question.” his hand wraps around yours. “you can’t leave here until you give me a response i can accept.”

you try to shake him off. “i’m not backing down on this, i will not love you if you turned into a worm.”

“i would—”

“no you wouldn’t! how would you kiss me if i was small and slimy?”

he pauses. “i don’t need to kiss you to show my love, it’s just a side benefit.”

“okay, and what about our species difference? what if i find a handsome worm and fall in love with him? he would treat me better since we’re both worms.”

“i would keep you in a cage so that you'd never meet another worm.” he says, completely serious.

“is that what love means to you?”

“i’ll fill the cage with all your favourite things!” he brings your hand up to his cheek and presses against it, littering kisses onto your palm when you don’t react. "it's also to keep you safe! you'd be completely defenseless as a worm."

"well, if you were a worm i wouldn't be able to keep you safe. you're the strongest, if you can't protect yourself then how could i?"

"that's something different. i wouldn’t be the strongest, i would be a worm."

"an unlovable one."

he drops your hand and grabs the electric shaver before you can. "i'm going bald."

you don’t stop him this time. “fine, go ahead. but when you’re hairless i am not taking the blame for this. if you even start to complain to me i will plug both my ears and walk away. that means if your students take photos of you and spread it like the plague, i won't stop them.”

“i knew it.” gojo says after a moment’s silence. “you don’t love me anymore.”

“if there was ever a time that i did.”

“when did you start falling out of love?”

this was slowly getting out of hand. “gojo.”

“when i ate your chcolate? i apologised, what else do you want from me? want me to kneel?”

“gojo!”

“is it because i used your expensive skincare? i was curious because it came in a little pipette thing and i wanted to squeeze it real bad.”

you hiss. “i knew that was you.”

“you seriously believed me when i told you it wasn’t me? we live together and we live alone, who else would it be?”

a humourless chuckle escapes your lips. perhaps gojo detects your intentions before you can act on them with his six eyes, because he freezes, backing up against the edge of your sink.

in his fear, you yank the shaver out of his hand and flick the power switch back on. the buzz fills the air.

“you’re going bald.”

“i was just kidding! i don’t want to be bald!” gojo leaps out of his chair and heads for the door. unfortunately, you grab onto his shirt and pull him back.

when gojo walks out of your bathroom a few hours later, his head is lighter than when he first entered.

sped wrote this so i could post smth it’s so stupid i’m crying

#gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x you #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo imagine #gojo drabble #gojo fluff

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verysium · 7 months

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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

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arminsumi · 7 months

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「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

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heavenblvd · 3 months

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saw this tiktok where a girl jumped out of her bf’s moving car because she was losing an argument, and i’m thinking of that with rafe and fem!reader but with a twist to it <3

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rafe had hauled you into his truck, slamming the passenger door shut. anger was pumping through him, and he hastily got into the driver’s side, pressing on the gas to drive away from the party.

he was mad at you for not only wearing a short dress, but was mad at the fact men were giving you attention because of it. you knew very well that even if other males were to give you attention or flash you a charming smile, they knew better than to ever approach rafe cameron’s girl.

but for some reason, that knowledge didn’t stick to rafe’s own brain.

“my girl is out here, dressing like a fucking slut!” rafe yelled, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the complete fact he was going 100MPH over the speed limit.

you would be okay with getting in a car accident at this very moment. maybe he would kick in some conscious or decent common sense into his head.

“want me to dress like i’m fuckin’ amish or something, rafe?” you asked, scoffing. “i get you want control or whatever, but my style is up for me to decide. not my fault you’re insecure.”

rafe’s head immediately snapped in your direction, eyes bulking with rage and madness, like a bomb about to go off. “the fuck did you just tell me?” he asked, mindlessly not paying attention the road in front of him.

“said its a not my fault you’re insecure,” you repeated, grinning happily. “a man who knows what he’s secures with doesn’t fucking trip every minute — all you do is worry, and get mad at the attention people give me.”

“i’ll throw you out this fuckin’ car right now,” he threatened, and you shrugged, picking at your acrylic nails. “leave you on the side of the road for someone else to get you.”

“yeah, hopefully it’s topper or cameron,” you said, bored of rafe’s threats. when you date a guy like him for over a year, doesn’t take much to start yawning and getting tired of his bullshit.

“you’re a whore,” he went on, and you hummed, glad to see he at least had his eyes back on the road. “parading yourself around like some tramp. looks like i’m with a fuckin’ pogue or something.”

“said you’ll throw me out of this car, right?” you wondered, taking off your seatbelt, and rafe eyed you for a hast moment. “i’ll just do the job for you,” you unlocked the passenger door, throwing your stilettos and purse out before you could proceed with them.

rafe reflexively pulled you backwards by the back hemming of your strapless dress, his other hand stern on the wheel. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shouted, slamming on his brakes in the middle of the road, and put the car in park. he tugged you back into your seat, and grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing eye contact. “some sorta attention seeker, huh baby? just trying to piss me off more.”

“thought i’d stick to your word for you,” you told him, and he panted heavily, his boiled anger coming visible to you. you only smiled, flashing doe eyes at him while batting your lashes. “can you grab my purse and shoes, then? least you can do, rafe.”

he let go of your jaw, staring at you for a moment with thoughts toppling all in his mind on what to do with you. he got out of the truck, went to grab your stuff, and tossed it down on your lap when he returned.

“you’re some fuckin’ surprise, baby,” rafe said, continuing the drive back to tannyhill. “you’re in for it when we get back home.”

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suntoru · 1 year

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✧˖°. PRINCESS TREATMENT ONLY!

summary: genshin men being huge simps and spoiling u every chance they get <3

feat. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scary mooch, xiao, thoma, ayatoe, al-haitham, kaveh

a/n: i swear i was working on the masterlist but the brainrot finally got to me hnghhhh

warnings: gn but feminine implications (ie. princess treatment, reader wears heels and makeup, passenger princess), simping for reader, maybe ooc? swearing, fluff, some are modern aus, maybe innuendos?

─ ✰ DILUC is the gentleman we all deserve in our lives. if it’s raining outside, he’ll make sure to protect you from the wetness! he makes sure you’re fully bundled up in his coat, and that when he’s walking you home, the umbrella is fully covering you. oh, his shoulder’s getting wet? that’s fine, a little bit of water never hurt anyone. but if it happens to you? all hell breaks loose. what if you get sick from the rain? are you feeling alright? do you need medicine? a doctor? and if you’re in a modern au, he’ll definitely let you be the passenger princess 🥰 you can take naps, eat snacks, and pick all the songs! you don’t ever have to worry about giving him directions, you can just do whatever you want. he even installs led lights in his car so you can take asthetic pictures <3 if you’re tired, don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine alone, take your beauty sleep :) he drives you anywhere you want, no questions asked! you want to go to his mansion? you’ll be there in ten. grocery store? sure. nail salon? he’ll even accompany you to get your nails done just so you won’t be alone, pays for everything too!

─ ✰ KAEYA is absolutely whipped for you. to most people, he’s the town flirt, and a drunkard, but to you, he’s the most caring and softest person you’ve ever met, even if it’s hidden under layers of hurt. if you go out drinking with him, and come back drunk, he’ll carry you bridal style back home. pressing your body closer to his, he makes sure to prop your head so your neck won’t get sore. and if you wear makeup, he won’t put in the low effort to wipe your face with a makeup wipe, he’ll do your whole skincare routine for you! first, he uses makeup remover to take everything off, then, gently, he massages the cleanser into your skin and washes it off. he applies your creams and serums, making sure to be as tender as possible, even if you whine that all you want to do is go to sleep. he soothes you, whispering that all he needs is ten more minutes to brush your teeth and get you changed so you’ll feel clean in the morning. and for the hangover in the morning? he makes you special soup and showers you himself so you don’t even have to lift a finger.

─ ✰ CHILDE loves spoiling you whenever he gets the chance to. other people might think it’s just another sugar baby dynamic, but in truth, it’s far from it. it’s a selfless love, not just based on materialistic items. but even then, he’s willing to sacrifice his time and money for you. you’re his baby and his top priority always, no matter what. are you hungry? well, get ready, because he just booked a reservation at the highest star restaurant in town! you’re having a bad day? no problem, he’ll send one of the lower ranking fatui members to do the dirty work and he’s coming home early! he’ll bring home a large bouquet of flowers and a cute stuffie to match. you need new clothes? he’s driving you to all your favourite stores on his card <3 his wallet is practically bottomless, so don’t be afraid to spend what you want! a couple thousand mora is nothing to him if he can see your frowning pout turn into the pretty smile he loves so much. he even carries all your bags for you without asking! he can’t have his darling getting tired after all :(( just as long as after you give him a smooch on the lips and an hour of cuddles, the only payment he’ll accept (´∀｀)♡

─ ✰ KAZUHA, even after years of being in a relationship, still finds ways to give you butterflies in your stomach. when you come back into your quiet home after a long night, too exhausted to take care of yourself, he leads you to a chair and sits you down. he ever so delicately unlaces your heels for you, taking his time doing so, but don’t worry! you won’t ever be bored. if the silence is too much, he’ll ask you how your day was, talk about his, and spill all the tea that happened on the crux. and if your feet are tender, he’ll massage them gently so they won’t be sore in the morning :(( he’s putting the utmost care and effort into whatever he’s doing for you, and that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. he still opens doors for you, dedicates hundreds, if not thousand of poems and haikus to you, and never fails to make you feel loved. he’d never forget an important date, even if you don’t mention it for months before! he always asks for your hand, and when you place it in his with a knowing smile, he gives you a fairytale-like kiss on the top, making sure to peck every little fingertip in the process.

─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE never thought he’d bow down to anyone again in his lifetime. he’s trained every little bit of himself to be the most powerful, the strongest being he could so he’d never have to go through that humiliation. but yet here he is, tucking away his ego and pride, bending down on the ground for you. yes, he may grumble, telling you to hurry up, and that he doesn’t have all day, but the fact that he’s basically submitting to you speaks for itself. you taught him what love meant, healing, and promised that you’d never leave him, and for that, you have his eternal loyalty. as you climb on his back, he gently hooks your legs against his arms as he stabilizes both of you. the proximity of your face resting against his neck causes him to go up in flames, throwing his oversized hat on your head, telling you to hold on to it for him. but really he’s hoping the large structure obstructs his rosy cheeks. he does every little ‘embarrassing’ thing for you, from painting his nails barbie pink to being shrek for your matching halloween costumes. if his younger self were to look back at him, he simply wouldn’t believe it, but now, he wouldn’t even consider the possibility of even saying no to you.

─ ✰ XIAO never, ever, takes you adventuring with him, simply because he believes someone as precious as you shouldn’t risk getting hurt and scuffed up. so instead, he brings you little gifts that he sees while adventuring. a glaze lily, protective adepti charms, and almond tofu are all gifts that he’s brought to you before. he’s also much softer with you, never raising his voice and being cautious about his choice of words. if you ever get caught in a physical situation with him, automatically he moves to stand in front of you, one arm protectively circling your waist, pulling you closer to him. being xiao’s s/o, you also get special privileges. while he answers most who call his name, if you even utter his in a whisper, he’ll be there in a heartbeat, no matter if it’s an emergency or not. whether you called him to join your tea party, or if you are in the slightest bit of danger, he’ll be there. he also trusts you more than his logic, even if everyone else is against you. if you’re in a scuffle with other humans, he makes sure to hear both sides, but his heart already knows who’s right. whether there are 100 witnesses who all say you’re wrong, he’ll still believe you anyways.

─ ✰ THOMA is absolute malewife material, no questions asked. sometimes, if he’s not busy in the mornings, he’ll surprise you with breakfast in bed without a special occasion. he’ll peck your cheek and give you a soft ‘good morning’ as to not break the sleepy trance you’re in, carefully placing the tray onto the nearest nightstand. whenever he’s around, he does all your chores too, from washing the dishes, to dusting the house and sweeping the floors. you wom’t even have to lift a finger, he goes as far to make lunch too! since he’s not home by then, usually somewhere in the kamisato estate, he leaves handwritten sticky notes on each lunch box he gives you. he fills them with messages like, “the perfume you wore smells good today!” “your smile is blinding, my ray of sunshine” or “you’re gorgeous always, my lovely.” never once is a message repeated, he believes someone as special as you deserves to hear something unique each day. he even goes as far to make your food cute! he’s made panda shaped onigiri’s, cat-like dango’s… all because you asked him once, it’s become a tradition now.

─ ✰ AYATO never leaves you bored when he goes to one of his meetings. his maids set up a spa day, complete with a makeover and evening gown to go with it, but it’s just not the same without your husband :( thankfully, being the significant other of the head of the yashiro commission has its own perks. for instance, you can walk around like you own the place and join in on in his meetings, albeit later you might get punished by ayato for interrupting, but really, he doesn’t mind. seated on his lap, you play with his fingers and let out a quiet huff. why did you think this was a good idea again? what they’re talking about is so boring, you’re beginning to regret your desicion to join ayato, wishing to be soaking in the tub with a face mask again. thankfully, shortly after, he cuts the conference short, apologizing and telling them he has more pressing matters to attend to. you lead him straight home holding his hand, giddy that he’ll join another one of your salon days. he makes sure to pamper you, giving you a massage and washing your hair for you, praising you for being so patient, even if you were the reason the meeting ended early.

─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM, i headcanon, thinks he’s being subtle with putting up with your shenanigans, but he couldn’t be farther off. he might seem indifferent on the outside, but he cares much more than you might think. can’t sleep? just wake him up at 3am, he’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and read to you until you fall asleep! just got your nails done? he’ll carry all of your books, what else would he need his giant man boobs muscles for? he revolves around you, as if you are the sun and he the earth. and god forbid if you’re ever mad at him, his whole life comes tumbling down. although if you can’t see it in his facial expression, all of his rationality goes flying out the window. he’s snappier than usual, getting annoyed at the littlest of inconveniences. even if you’re in the wrong, he’ll still apologize first, he just wants you to start talking to him again 😢 if you have conditions to making up, he follows them all to the tee. give you one kiss for every hour he’s made you upset? done. buy you the newest line of makeup or skincare? absolutely. cook dinner for the next two weeks? he already does that.

─ ✰ KAVEH is placed 1st on the list of simps. just pout your lips and whimper a “pretty please?”, he’s down bad. he lets you braid, curl, and play with his hair whenever you want, even if it was already styled in the beginning. he lets you steal all of his clothes, who cares if he’s worn the same thing five times in the past week? you look so adorable in his white shirt, he can’t complain. oh, and if you don’t like his style? he’ll let you pick out his clothes and style him yourself, he’ll stand there patiently for you like a mannequin <3 technically it’s not allowed, but he shows you all of his top secret projects and all the cool things he’s doing, you’re the only one allowed in his office! oh, what’s this? you want him to do your makeup? just give him a week, he’ll perfect cat eyeliner, lip liner and blending eyeshadow colors for you! after you’re done, he lets you do his makeup too, praising you for your talent. even if the blush is patchy, foundation cakey and lip gloss smudged, he still thanks you endlessly with unlimited cuddles and a new handbag matching his briefcase!

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