#but there are times he does soften up if he sees the rules are actually hurting his family

[krys-loves-otome]

Stolen from Scummy's reblog because I wanted to do it too!

Note that most half-filled squares are ones that are technically true, but it's under specific circumstances and rules, will explain below

So, for now, some Blorbos from me:

-Intense in loves and passions (for Nobunaga, for MC once they get together, for trying to get Mitsuhide to take better care of himself, in his care for others, dude is just passionate for his loved ones!) -His love for Nobu and his interactions with Mitsuhide can get a little fruity, not gonna lie. -Technically orphan since we don't really hear much about his family aside from his poor upbringing and having to be a bum to get by until Nobu came into his life. Agas in discord has also told us about RL Hideyoshi and how much his mom loved Kennyo and I think that's funny to think about sometimes. -Frequently violent but only when it comes to protecting his loved ones. He thinks one of them is in trouble and the man will go feral trying to find a way to help them. Overall speaking, he's not particularly violent, I don't think though.

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-Nothing anyone says is gonna make me change my mind about this man being bisexual. Nope, not happening. -Technically a tragic backstory as he frequently does Team Oda's dirty work of spying and torture, but his tragic backstory is not quite to the extent that some other characters go through, like poverty, figure-headness, and killing a loved one.

-Technically frequently violent, but it's mostly in the pranks he pulls. Not ferally violent, in a sense. He's sneaky about his violent tendencies. You don't want to mess with his wife, after all. -Divorced? He's a double agent that always goes back to his ex (Team Oda).

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-Being an immortal vampire means you must have some complexities and that doesn't excuse you being fruity, monsieur. -Technically an orphan as I don't think we hear much about his birth family as we do Leonardo and Vlad. They're mentioned sometimes but no word on their current status as he tends to focus more on his found family. Until I get confirmed status, he's orphan status to me, thus why the creation of his found one. -Divorced from Vlad, duh.

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-Listen. Listen. Devon/batteryrose was onto something with shipping Nokto and Slivio. Plus, been thinking of finding ways of shipping my OC and him with Rio. Just something about Nokto and the Bentonite princes does something to my mind, okay?

-Technically an orphan after what happened to his and Licht's mom, plus the whole reason for the Belle procedure is because his dad died. Maybe it doesn't count because he was an adult when his dad died, but, technically speaking, both his parents are dead, so... -Murderer by technicality because of Blood-stained Roses Day (all the princes at the time were said to have participated, so, technically speaking). He also tried to poison some merchants for a business deal, so attempted murderer too, technically?

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-Have you seen this demon when his family is in danger (actual, perceived, or otherwise)? He will go absolutely bat-shit feral when his family is in danger! Once you're under his wings, nothing will stop him from going to the absolute limit and beyond for you.

-Technically divorced from the Celestial Realm because of Circumstances™️, not from a specific person.

-Also on a technicality, because of that... whole war with the Celestial Realm, so some angels were more than likely killed, right?

#krys talks #meme thingys #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #obey me #hideyoshi toyotomi #mitsuhide akechi #comte de saint germain (ikevamp) #nokto klein #lucifer (obey me) #some other things I didn't get around to talking about above #hideyoshi and mitsuhide are murderers by trade bc both are warlords so that's why that's colored in for both #hideyoshi may also be a frequent rule enforcer but he does soften up around some of them so technically a rule changer than a breaker #nokto having no friends is technically true as he has brothers and his faction isn't all buddy buddy like his twin's faction is #plus he does more business dealings while socializing but we don't really see anyone he really talks to about deep personal things until- #MC comes along #maybe to licht on occasion but they're more estranged currently so Nokto doesn't really have any close personal friends methinks #about Lucifer he is technically an enemy of god (who is his creator) and he went against him for his little sister #turning him back into his angel form and his dream back in NB 38 still sits wrong with me and I hope that gets addressed in future lessons #if it'd had just been bc of his ring reacting to him or something that would have been one thing but... still sits wrong with me #and thinking on it now still thinking if Lucifer is more of a rule breaker or a rule changer #his downfall was bc of rule breaking in the first place #and he's a rule enforcer bc of his brothers and their antics #but there are times he does soften up if he sees the rules are actually hurting his family #and change them because he knows first-hand what breaking hard rules does to a person #so as of nowadays #despite his rule-enforcer ways he does bend sometimes if the situation calls for it #those are my thoughts for this #feel free to discuss if you wanna

[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: “please,” aemond begs, keeping you flush against him as he nuzzles your breasts. “allow me to make love to you, sweet girl.”

(or aemond's first time with his handmaid).

warnings: explicit lang. a tiny bit of angst at the beginning. protective!aemond. p in v smut. slight breeding kink. spitting kink towards the end. fluff. all around good vibes bc aemond's in love and we all love that for him.

notes: happy birthday to me. pls be nice to me, i'm unfortunately entering my twenties today.

his handmaid's tales | main masterlist

Aemond spends the better part of the chilly winter day searching for his handmaid.

You had been missing when he returned to his bedchamber at midday, wishing to eat his lunch in your company. Did she forget my first rule, by chance? Aemond thought to himself, holding the chalice to his lips. Perhaps…but he could not stomach another bite of his roasted meat, his mind too consumed with thoughts of you.

So he looks throughout the kitchen wing, and the library and Great Hall, until he passes by his mother and sister in the hallway.

But neither woman claims to have seen you, and he’s left twice as confused and frustrated and concerned as he continues to wander about the Red Keep like some lovesick and anxious fool.

“Ah, my prince,” Lord Larys Strong purrs as his steps falls alongside Aemond’s. “Perchance I could be of service. I overheard you are looking for your little handmaid.”

Aemond turns to look at him. “Yes,” he answers, his eyebrow raising, “-have you seen her?”

The lord’s smile is sly. “Several hours ago, actually. She was heading up to the servant quarters…” but his smile then drops, quickly replaced with a frown, “but she seemed to be in tears, if I’m to remember correctly. Poor child, she was an awful, trembling mess, never once looking up to meet my eyes when I greeted her.”

“She was crying?” Aemond cocks his head sideways, swallowing down the ire beginning to bubble inside his chest.

“Yes. It was rather grievous and sad,” and Clubfoot shakes his head dolefully. “A maiden like her deserves a smile on her face at all times, would you not agree, my prince?”

Aemond’s jaw clenches, and he glances to the stairs leading upwards to the servant quarters. Someone made you cry? His blood turns cold, and his fist balls up at his side. Remembering where he was, he gives the lord a curt nod. “Thank you, Lord Strong,” and leaves it at that, rushing up the stairway and down the hall, whilst hundreds of questions thronged in his head.

Who dared make you cry? You, who is rightfully his- his handmaid, his woman. You were supposed to remain safe and happy within his room, tucked away from ill-tempered bastards and envious tongues. If he could not protect you…

He turns the corner, huffing. He’d see whoever made you cry is punished, Aemond decides as he walks down the strip, passing by shut door after door, until he hears fainting sobbing. A sniffle, then, and a tiny hiccup that soon follows. That stops him in his steps. You. You. You, you, you…

“Love,” he whispers, knocking his knuckles on the door before slowly cracking it open. “Love, it’s me.” You twist to meet him in sullen silence, and his heart shatters at the sight. Your pretty doe-eyes are both red and teary, and your bottom lip quivers. It’s busted too, more scarlet now than pink. But it is the ugly bruise coloring your left cheek- large and hand-shaped, that causes his eye to widen.

“Who?” he spat, crossing the room to gather you in his arms, his voice raising. “Who’s done this to you?”

But you lower your eyes, and bury your face within his neck, hiding away from his gaze and questions. Aemond softens, and his thumb gently strokes your cheek, pausing when you flinch. “My love, I need to know at once. This…this is a horrible injustice served upon you, one I know you did not deserve!”

You shake your head, face crumpling as another sob escapes you.

His eye narrows.

“Was it my brother?” Aemond demands. “Or a houseguard?”

“No,” you mumble, feeling ill, like your tummy is tied in a knot. “It was neither, my prince.”

“Well?”

You sigh. “It was one of the septas, a new one to the castle. I do not know her name,” you explain. “She caught me in your room and scolded me, saying how it was beyond disrespectful and ill-mannered of me to flaunter about your bedroom as if it was my own. She said…she said you would have my head for such, and when I tried to explain myself,” and you hiccup, feeling a wave of fresh tears, “-that I was your handmaid, she slapped me!”

“She said I would have your head? That I would kill you?”

You nod, wiping away the few fat tears streaking down your cheek, wincing at the slight sting from the bruised skin. “She said she would bring it up with the Queen herself, that there was no need for insolent little maids like me running around the castle. Oh, I’m so sorry, my prince. I’m terribly sorry. Please, please, please forgive me!”

But Aemond’s thumb brushes lightly across your plump lip, shushing you. “Those words should never fall from these lips, sweetling. They were not made for that.” You feel like crying again, this time from relief.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my love. I couldn’t even imagine…” his voice trails off. How could this septa easily plant a seed of doubt within your mind, and make you think he would ever harm you? Or call for your death? As if you’re not the very air he breathes every day.

“You terrified me when I could not find you earlier, love.”

By now, you’re a lot calmer and breathing fine again, nestled within his embrace. Your cheek still stings but you’ll live. You lay your head against Aemond’s chest, listening to his faint heartbeat in his breast. Thump, thump, thump.

No more words are shared between the two of you, but his kiss on your temple says much more than anything could.

Soon, Aemond takes you back to his bedchamber, to his tub, and calls for several women to tend to you while he busies himself in burning the servant garb you were wearing today, until nothing is left but sooty ashes and singed cloths. He refuses to allow you to wear that shabby, tainted dress you were so wrongfully punished in. If not for you, then for himself. It eases his mind. And someday you’ll wear nothing but the finest and prettiest gowns, he swears, ones that are fit for no one but a princess.

He’ll have a talk with his mother too. His queen mother has a soft spot for his handmaid, he knows, and Helaena too. This will not go unseen and unpunished.

The prince returns when your bath is finished, and dismisses the women before carrying you off to his featherbed. You’re still quiet, hushed, lips pressed in a tight line while he dries your hair. “You do not need to do this, my prince,” you tell him softly, nervously lacing your fingers together. “I’m undeserving of such treatment, really. It should be I who does this for you.”

“Nonsense, sweetling.”

He’ll be your husband one day, and is merely practicing his husbandly duties, although he doesn’t actually say that piece aloud. It’s all a bit tricky right now, but he’s already decided he will not marry anyone who isn’t you.

Aemond bends to kiss your shoulder, ever so tenderly. You have four pretty birthmarks littering the skin, and he presses a sweet kiss atop all of them. He loves it. You’re so fucking gorgeous. “You’re mine,” he mumbles, nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder blade. “It’s my duty to care for you.”

“No, my prince, ‘tis my duty as your servant.”

He smiles up at you. “Ah, and I’m your protector, best to remember that, sweet girl.” And he leaves nothing more to be said, quickly standing you up in front of him, naked and breathing messily and too shy to meet his eye. Oh, but you’re too pretty for your own good, he tells himself. His fingertips gently trace along your hipbones while he leans to nuzzle his face into your tummy. Aemond then feels your soft hands finding his hair, fingers raking through as you sigh deeply.

“You smell good,” he whispers. “So damn good.”

You giggle. “Do I, my prince?”

Aemond hums, raising his face up to kiss your nipple- once, twice, thrice. He feels you suddenly tense against him, your breath catching in your throat. “Nice and warm and all mine,” he adds, blowing a puff of warm air over your breast that earns him a sweet little moan, one that sends blood rushing down to his cock. His arms circle around your waist, hands falling to knead your asscheeks.

“Let me make love to you.”

“My prince?” you ask, eyes widening as you recoil from your prince’s touch, your legs suddenly feeling weak like water.

Did you hear him right?

“Please,” Aemond begs, keeping you flush against him as he nuzzles your breasts. “Allow me to make love to you, sweet girl.” I see my future in your face. My children in your eyes. His hand cups your right breast, catching a hard nipple between two fingers. My sons at your breasts. His handmaid has come for him, to deliver to him everything he’s been so cruelly denied in this life. “Say yes,” he murmurs. “Let me finally claim you as mine own.” It is your blood I need, your blood on my sheets, and my seed in your belly, and your life and name as my own.

You close your eyes, yet still see your handsome prince grinning at you.

It’s wrong, you think. It’d be so wrong of us. I’d be banished.

I can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t.

“Okay, my prince,” you say, with a bated breath. “Make love to me.”  

An hour later, the wind has risen to a sharp howl against the stone walls, and fat raindrops ping against the windowpane. A winter storm, but there is little to no need to worry about such.

You’re quite nicely warm and dry, and safe within your prince’s arms as he nudges your thighs open. He’s already been down there, spending a good half of the last hour feasting on your wet cunt. It was like he’d been fasting for weeks; he took little mercy on you.

“Open wide,” he mutters. “Good girl. Keep ‘em like that for me.”

You whimper. Your Prince Aemond is gorgeous, with silver hair that shines like fresh snow and pale, naked skin that is covered in faint scarring, undoubtedly from boyhood. You’ve never seen someone so beautiful. His arms are thickened with lean, lithe muscle as he holds himself above your body, one hand laced firmly in yours.

And he looks down at you with bright, violet eyes, with a look perhaps only a man gives his new bride on her wedding night.

It makes you squirm beneath him.

He slides his cock in slowly, hissing at your tightness. “FUCK.” His head dips down near yours, lips barely grazing your ear as he lets out a low moan. “Gods be fucking good, you feel so fucking good…wrapped around my fucking cock, at last,” he says, voice raspy. “Right where you belong.”

Aemond feels that he won’t last long. He’s back to the days of his boyhood, during his thirteenth nameday when Aegon took him to the whorehouse, and he felt a woman’s touch for the first time.

Except now he has the woman he wants- soft and submissive and cunny wet and ready for him- and it is his turn to teach and guide her.

“Ah, my brave girl,” he tells you, pausing to kiss your forehead, then your swollen, pink lips. “It hurts, I know. It’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

And afterward, Aemond Targaryen’s watching as you shake and sob and fall to utter pieces, your beautiful face scrunched up in blissful pleasure as his thrusts soon quicken, and his hips snap into yours with such a harsh pace, it’s sure to leave dark bruises behind.

Your hands find his shoulders in a tight grip, in some desperate attempt to cling onto him whilst he fucks you good.

And, thankfully, it’s his name that tumbles out of your mouth, and not his stupid royal title. It follows your cries and moans and whimpers that echo throughout his bedchamber. To Aemond, it is poetic in some way. Several months back you were seated on his settee, singing, and now you’re buried within his sheets as he makes you a mother.

His loins ache for release, and he fondles your breast, toying with your nipple as he pounds you only harder. Aemond hopes to any god listening that the guards outside are listening in, and the serving girls too. He’s a prince of the realm- he means to claim all his rights. Let them all hear as he plows into his handmaid and stuffs her full of his sons.

Beneath him, you shudder and gasp- again and again- before arching your spine and flinging your arms around his neck. “AEMOND,” you scream, feeling a sudden tightness deep within your belly, almost like you’re only several seconds away from exploding into flames. Perhaps you are.

“Mercy on me, Aemond! Please!”

“Shhh,” Aemon coos, cradling your face as he fucks you through your orgasm. “I have you, pretty girl. You’re okay. Doesn’t this feel good? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ah, so- so good, Aemond…!”

He grins at your fucked-out face, and the little bit of drool pooling around the corner of your mouth, before lightly tapping his fingertip against your bottom lip. “Open up,” he commands, squeezing your cheeks together, when your mouth opens, he spits in it. “Now swallow- mmm, such a good girl, always doing what I say.”

Aemond chooses all his words carefully, loving the way his sweet little handmaid preens under all his given attention and praises, so prettily that he’s willing to discard all of his morals and seed her full of his future bastards. Silver-haired babes that would gurgle at him happily, and grow to carry on his name and legacy.   

For her, he thinks, leaning to kiss you again, feeling your cunt clamping down on him, she’s worth every damn thing and more.

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[finalgirllx]

and family + mattheo pls <3

Mattheo Riddle + Family

ps. i'm sorry, this turned into 'Mattheo Riddle Meets The Parents' warning: painfully fluffy.

-Mattheo Riddle is a trainwreck at the best of times. His reputation at Hogwarts does not lend itself to being someone you'd want to introduce your parents to at any point, if ever. -however, when you find yourself falling in love with him and witness a meaningful softening of his personality, it becomes inevitable that the day will come when you have him meet your family. -to your surprise (and relief), Mattheo cares a lot about making a good impression on your parents. fully aware of his infamous reputation, he is determined not to give your parents any reason to doubt him. -you find yourself coaching him on what to say, with Theo and Draco being enlisted to join the effort. he still gets relentlessly teased for looking like he's set up for a job interview, especially when asked about his 'future aspirations' and 'good qualities.' -You wake up in his dorm bed at 3 am to see him reciting, "Hello, your parents. I'm so thankful to be invited into your home." -you have to keep him from wearing his best suit when you ready for the train to visit. -the initial meeting at the door is awkward but heartfelt. Mattheo forgets his practiced lines and goes for a classic, "Hi, nice to meet you." Your parents can sense his nerves and that he's trying his hardest. That little goes a long way! -dinner is comfortable and sweet. Mattheo keeps himself quieter than you've ever heard before to avoid saying the wrong thing. -He does, however, get highly invested in your house tour, asking about every decoration. "is that from your travels?" "no, it's from Asda." "It's lovely." -Accidentally breaks a mug, you take the blame when you see him blush like never before. -You swear you hear Mattheo giggle in your childhood bedroom. He play punches the posters of your previous celebrity crushes with a cocky grin on his face. "I won!" -The first and only time he actually listens to being told he can't get in bed with you is tonight. He welcomes the blow-up mattress at your side. -Mattheo ends the night feeling a little solemn about his own family background. A kiss on his forehead from you and reassurance that you're becoming a family together leads to him breaking the bed rule, pulling you down on top of him. "They said I couldn't be in your bed, nothing about you joining me down here." -Mattheo will definitely be invited back. as long as he brings a replacement mug.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle headcanons #slytherin #slytherin boys

[hqbaby]

twenty — more than

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.5k content. swearing, mentions of sex

Suna doesn’t know where the time went. One moment, he seems to have you in the palm of his hand, the next, he barely sees you at all. You’re just gone from his life, gone in the way that matters most.

It’s been two months since you and Atsumu started dating officially. He doesn’t talk to you anymore and he avoids the subject as much as he can around Atsumu, but from what he can tell, the two of you are doing great. You’re happy together, perfect even. Atsumu’s exactly what you need.

And that makes him feel terrible.

“Rin,” the girl in his bed calls, “are you okay?”

He looks up from the corner he’s decided to sit in and shrugs at her. “Dunno.”

This probably looks really bad. He’s just spent the last two hours fucking her and now he can’t even go near her. At least he’s managed to remember her name. Ayame. He never calls her that when he comes though. He just can’t.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he says. “You can take the bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“You don’t need to do that—”

“It’s fine. I don’t really sleep in my bed anymore.”

Ayame looks at him sadly. She pities him, he knows she does. At this point, everyone knows that you and Atsumu are together. When the basketball team found out, it became a whole thing that ended with the entire campus basically getting a PSA that you are off-limits now.

She shifts a little. “Can I ask you a question?”

He nods at her weakly. “Sure.”

“Do you love her?”

Suna feels that burning in his chest again. It happens every time someone mentions you, every time he thinks about you, every time he sees your yellow Winnie the Pooh toothbrush beside his (he can’t bring himself to get rid of it).

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “If it isn’t love, I don’t know what it is.”

Ayame offers him a sad smile. “At least you know what love is,” she tells him. “Not a lot of people actually get to experience it. They think they do, but they don’t. At least you know it’s real.”

He chuckles bitterly. “What good is that?”

She sighs. “I don’t know,” she tells him. “But it’s something, right?”

“I can come with ya,” Atsumu offers, placing a bag of detergent in the cart. “Ya can tell ‘em I’m yer assistant or somethin’.”

You grab a bottle of fabric softener and tick it off your list. “My parents aren’t going to believe I have an assistant.”

“And why not? Ya can rule the whole world at this point.”

“‘Tsumu…”

“Y/N…”

You crane your neck and peck his jaw. “I would take you, I really would,” you tell him, turning back to your list. “But my whole family’s gonna be there. I don’t want the first time you meet my parents to be the same day you get harassed to death by my aunts.”

“They’d love me!” he insists.

“I’m not saying they wouldn’t,” you tell him. “I’m just saying that my family is crazy and I don’t wanna drag you down with me.”

He whines. “But how am I gonna survive without ya?”

“It’s three days!”

“That’s a lot of days!”

You groan. “If you stop complaining, I’ll take you to that new sushi place when I get back.”

He furrows his brows. “The one with the good tuna?”

“The one with the good tuna.”

Suddenly all smiles, Atsumu plants a wet kiss on your cheek as he hums the intro to that one anime he’s been obsessed with. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.”

You push the cart to the next aisle as he skips ahead of you. “You’re impossible.”

“I know! And ya still put up with me! Best girlfriend, I’m tellin’ ya.”

You roll your eyes and smile, the two of you working together to get the rest of the groceries you need.

The past two months have been the most interesting time. At first, it was a bit of an adjustment having an actual boyfriend. You went out with guys before but you never really stuck around long enough to find out what being with someone was like. It took you a while to even wrap your head around the word.

Boyfriend.

It just seemed so official. So real.

You don’t think you ever had anything real before.

But there was something about Atsumu that just made the whole thing feel natural. The two of you fell into place perfectly, finding your roles in the relationship together and figuring it out along the way.

One thing you always liked about Atsumu was his honesty. The way you always knew that what you saw was what you got. That part of him helped a lot when the two of you needed to make things clear with each other. You never felt like he was hiding what he thought or felt. What you saw was what you got.

The worst fight you had so far had to do with volleyball. You’d expected that.

Oikawa was right when he said Atsumu was extremely anal about the sport, he would stop at nothing to get things exactly right.

He had forgotten to pick you up one afternoon and, with the rain and the flooding near your residence hall, you ended up stuck in the cafeteria until late. When the two of you finally sat down to talk about it, he acted all self-righteous, saying that he was practicing and how could he have known it was going to rain?

“Ya knew I was gonna be busy!” he said, stomping around the living room. “Ya can’t just expect me to drop everythin’ for ya!”

You put your head in your hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “For fuck’s sake, Atsumu, do I not matter to you at all?”

That seemed to change something in his mind. Like it all clicked. Like he realized that he was being stupid. Of course you matter to him. He’s pretty sure you’re the only thing that does.

The two of you never had the same argument again.

He isn’t perfect, but he sees you for who you are to him. He knows your worth and he knows he never wants to lose you, nothing would be worth as much as you.

Life has worked out for the two of you. And you’ve worked out for each other. You have to admit you could get used to this feeling—this happiness, this warmth, this security—maybe you already have.

“Why don’t you throw a party?” you ask, sticking a lollipop into your mouth as he loads the groceries into his car.

Atsumu makes a face. “But why?”

“Oh, come on,” you say, “you haven’t thrown one in so long.”

“Yeah because hostin’ parties sucks ass.”

“I bet it’s not that bad.”

“Ya just say that ‘cause yer a partygoer, not a party-thrower.”

You pull the lollipop out of your mouth and jump into the passenger seat. “Alright, fine,” you say as he gets in the driver’s seat. “What about just a little night in with the team? You guys haven’t drank together in a while.”

“I don’t like drinking,” he reminds you. “Messes with my system.”

“You can party without drinking.”

“Why do ya want me to have a party so bad?”

“I don’t really want you to have a party,” you tell him. “I just think you spend a lot of time with me and… I don’t know, I kinda feel guilty that you don’t get to do that many things on your own anymore.”

He laughs at that. “I like spendin’ time with ya. Yer so much better than the team.”

“But still.”

“I get it.” He nods. “Yeah, maybe I’ll invite the boys over. It’ll be good for them. Omi especially.”

“You know, I’m always worried he’s gonna steal you away from me.”

Atsumu chokes on his own spit. “Why would ya say that?”

You shrug, a teasing smirk on your lips. “I mean, you talk about him a lot. You know what his dick looks like. Oh! And you have that weird obsession with his—”

He pulls your face to his as the car stops at a red light, kissing you to both shut you up and remind you that there’s no one else in the world that can make him feel this way. 

It’s always you. 

It’s always going to be you.

“—his vinyl collection,” you finish your sentence as soon as he pulls away.

He pecks your lips one last time, shaking his head with a smile as he starts driving again. “Yer impossible, woman.”

“Ugh, I know right? Maybe you should buy me that cake I like.”

Atsumu shakes his head, chuckling. “Impossible.”

“You love it though.”

“Do I?”

You nod, connecting your phone to the car’s speakers and putting your playlist on. “‘Course you do.”

He glances over at you and finds you grinning at him, all bright and cheery. “Guess I do,” he says, reaching over to put a hand on your thigh. “Probably love it more than I should.”

notes. soooooooooo are we ready to party or what?????

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[shoukiko]

idk if your requests are still open (sorry if they aren't!! m(_ _)m) but if they are, could i get some headcanons for the ghosts boys? thank yoouuu (* ^ ω ^)

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ANYTHING!!!!!!!! BARKBARKRBRAKBRAKBRAKRAKBRA

(I didn't know if I should write about Ajax and Elias or not;;;;)

Call of Duty: Ghosts Headcanons!!!

Keegan

He's good as his job, always getting shit done.

but oh my god is he a bad influence on you

"Want a shot?" "I'm not 21 yet, Keegan." "I asked if you wanted a shot, not how old you were."

On roadtrips he's never allowed to drive, but he will backseat drive. "You should take this highway instead" "I know a faster way" "If you go down this road you could probably reach it easier"

Snores when he's asleep, I feel like he may have sleep apnea or something like that.

HE'S REALLY LOUD TOOOO

Mumbling in his sleep if he's asleep in a chair

That's another thing, he can fall asleep literally anywhere. Chair? Yes. Under the bed? Yes. Under a table? Yes.

He has sharp canines, I don't make the rules. He uses them to open things

He LOVES your scent, he likes having just one thing of yours just to hold and have near.

I don't think he would call you Kid if he was interested in you, I think he'd stick with your name or "Hun". Unless you're older than him, then he uses generic shit like "Babe"

A man of a few words, he gives short answers, pretty blunt, but in text he will ramble on and on~

He likes writing, he finds that it's easier for him to process his words and gives him time to think.

Logan

Good boy, very good and well behaved boy.

Grown man, but good boy

He's actually really mischievous, they took a trip (The team) to Italy while on leave and when visiting the Tower of Pisa he offered to take Keegans photo.

Gesturing for him to lean, pose, scooch back, just so he can get the perfect photo.

Only for him to take it, snickering to himself because he made Keegan pose extremely far from the tower so the photo just looks silly.

Keegan had a good laugh about it, only after he put Logan into a headlock

He does the same to Hesh, always asking for some water, then being like "I didn't ask for this" so Hesh takes it back and when he comes back empty handed Logan is like "Water?"

He's very quiet, way more than Keegan.

He only gives nods or gestures, speaks when he needs to though, like in call outs and such.

He'd call you Love

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Can you imagine Cody Callahan doing that? Kill me plz

Hesh

HE HAS A THING FOR HANDS I JUST KNOW IT, I JUST KNOW IT YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!!!

HE LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND AND JUST RUBBING YOUR FINGERS

YOU CAN FEEL HOW ROUGH HIS CALLUSES ARE

HE TILTS HIS HEAD WHEN HE LOOKS AT YOU BECAUSE HE IS JUST SO ENAMOURED WITH YOU

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE HESH, CAN YOU????

He's a gamer boy, console only. Xbox..... Don't argue with me (You can have your own I was /j)

Before shaving his head, he had a hairstyle similar to DJ Pauly D. Let's keep it shaved.

He refuses to have a mustache, just straight up refuses. He will shave the minute he sees it coming in.

Beard or Goatees are pushing it, but he shaves anyways (except the sideburns of course)

That man loves veggies, he's the type to just steam a bunch of em and that's his dinner. Literally just that.

He likes stealing food from you, picking from your plate. If you don't like something, you best believe he's there eating it for you

"David, I'm full" "Give it here, babe."

Merrick

His memory is impeccable

He will always rememebr your favorite things

He's not big on gift giving, but when he does give gifts they're incredibly thoughtful.

Drives a really beat down pickup truck

Calls it his baby girl

Don't judge him >:(

Resting bitch face, eyebrows always furrowed

But then he sees you and his expression softens because he just loves seeing you.

Has the heartiest laugh imaginable, slaps his knee when laughing too

Asks for help putting on his face paint :((((

He just wants a reason to be touched by you

Kick

Earbuds in 24/7 when not on a mission.

He needs music to function!!!

He's the type to put on some hardcore music and pretend he's fighting someone, like the people that imagine their own animation edit when listening to a song they like

He sneaks food to Riley sometimes, when they're all eating, he's the one throwing stuff on the floor for him

Unironically uses "COWABUNGA"

He's just a lil.... ya know... right? Just a little (He's gay)

Kinda short, like 5'6-5'8

Has ADHD

Wears insoles (hims feet hort)

I know he doesn't have a name, but his name is now Hunter Cameron and his last name is Miller

Has freckles and a chipped front tooth

That's all I got :3

for now :3

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—reading glasses

SUMMARY | schlatt might not seem like the guy to help you with your insomnia, but sometimes an act of kindness can come from where you least expect

PAIRING | cc!schlatt x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.6k+

WARNINGS | none

AUTHORS NOTES | id like this to happen to me irl please and thank you <3

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If there was one thing you knew, it was that insomnia was a bitch.

Sleep had always ben unkind to you. Sprouting up and disappearing just when you had gotten settled in for the night. Lingering like a poisonous mist before bleeding into your morning routine when you would have to be at your sharpest. And most certainly plaguing you at the most unfortunate of times—like during the middle of an important lecture for exams. Or the one time when you had gotten up at night to use the bathroom, only to find yourself still on the toilet come morning with numb legs and a sore back.

But it seemed tonight that sleep was the one thing you wouldn't be getting a lick of—if the dark circles under your eyes weren't already proof enough.

"Jesus Christ toots." Was the first thing Schlatt said when you lumbered into the living room, looking like an extra from the set of The Walking Dead. His ide eyes and parted lips told you nothing new, just that you were as tired looking as you felt.

"Carful. Not in front of the cutout. What would Pope Francis say?" Your joke hit about as hard as a feather to the arms, humor missing Schlatt by a mile as he cringed while taking in your current state.

Said man had been reading a book before you so graciously entered the room, only setting it down once he had heard the shuffling of feet against carpet.

"It's one in the morning dude. Didn't you say you were going to bed like five hours ago." He poked his tounge around inside his mouth, eyes softening a bit while looking at you.

"I did say no promises." You flopped on the couch parralel to him while referring back to the last conversation you had had with the brunette. Where, indeed, you had responded with 'no promises' to the call of you to get some rest.

"So, what. Did you just sit in there doing nothing?"

"I mean, Jambo came in at one point and slapped my face a few times before leaving. If that counts."

"No. No, my bastard of a cat terrorizing you does not count." He ran a hand through his hair with a cackle, scrunching his eyes up at the lopsided smile you tossed his way.

As more seconds ticked by, you could feel exhaustion practically seeping into your bones like a weird form of gray matter. But it never seemed to sink it roots into you, the feeling always clearing up for a few minutes before appearing again with twice as much intensity. Rinse and repeat for a couple of nights and you had yourself some good old fashioned sleep issues.

"Fuck, you look dead on your feet." Schlatt's hands found a home in his pant pockets, bundling up the fabric while swaying back and fourth on his heels. "Do you want to uhm, stay out here for a bit? I could turn the light on for you."

A breathy laugh made its way out of your lips. As dead beat as you were, it was heartwarming to see his attempt to make you feel better. It was a softer side of him you rarely got to see, so you'd treasure every moment.

"No need big man." Your arms reached for the skies in an attempt to soothe the ache between your shoulder blades. "I'll pass out eventually. I just have to hope it isn't in the shower again."

"Sure there isn't anything I can do? I've spent one too many nights of my life pulling all nighters editing videos, or god forbid—" He shuddered dramatically. "—playing five nights at freddys."

A joking response was halfway out of your mouth before you suddenly stopped, brows dipping with consideration as you actually considered his offer for a moment.

"Yeah, you could do something for me actually."

"Really? Becuase you know how people say things to be nice but don't really mean it?"

One deappan look at the foul mouthed man had him shutting up, a small grin staying despite your efforts to burn holes into his head.

"What were you reading before I got in?" You asked with a clearing of your throat, shuffling around on the couch to sit up straighter.

Schlatt seemed confused at the sudden turn in conversation. But he reached for the paperback he had tossed down at your arrival, holding the front up for you to see.

"It's upside down genuis."

"Shut the fuck up I knew that."

He flipped it back round to a legible position, his turn to scowl at your bemused grin.

"Seriously?" Small giggles filled the room as you read the title as clearly as you could in your sleepy state. "Business 101 for beginners? Committing to the bit I see."

"You forget I'm planning to buy Gamer Supps this year. Gotta lock and load the old noggin with the proper information." He paused to blow out a resigned sigh. "And I realize that the last sentence made me sound like a fucking boomer."

"All the greatest businessmen are Schlagg, my boy. But they're also heartless asshole that's probably get off on watching landlord's raise rent." You were straight up rambling from the lack of rest at this point and you both knew it. But to be honest Schlatt didn't really care. He was probably one of the only people able to keep up with your antics, one of the reasons you appreciated him so much.

"Who says I dont either?" Schlatt joked, watching as you rolled your eyes.

"You only jerk off to men. We all know that. Besides, would a heartless asshole offer to read to me until I fall asleep?"

"I am?" His voice rose at the question.

"Yes. Yes you arem"

Schlatt noticed his blunder as soon as a tired, but still annoyingly smug, smirk made its was across your face.

"You know you could have just asked me instead of twisting my words. And taking some hits to my ego." He scoffed in fake frustration. But your grin of victory widened as he picked up the book and began to flip back to the page he had previously left on.

"Well that's not as fun is it. Besides—" You swiftly moved couches to throw yourself down smack dab across from Schlatt, the latter barely looking up in the process. "—I have a feeling I'll really sleep this time."

"As opposed to what. A warm glass of fucking milk?"

"Can you just read already? And try your best to sound boring, I really want you to nail home this college proffessor roleplay situation we have going on."

"What?"

You blinked. That had come out a little wrong.

"Sorry. I had this proffesor in college, boring guy super dull, always managed to make me fall asleep in class and—" You cut yourself off, face warming as you noticed that Schlatt has only been teasing you about your previous sentence. "Eat shit Schlatt. Just read the damn book."

"Whatever you say."

Five minutes later and halfway through a paragraph about the importance of not making your business seem like a pyramid sceme, it was just Schlatt sitting awake at the foot of the couch as he quietly observed your snoring figure.

"Jeesus." He winced as another loud snore ripped its way through the late night air. "You could cut trees with that fucking chainsaw."

But he would be lying if he didn't admit he was happy you were finally getting some rest. He had been in the same situation before too many times than he cared to count, so Schlatt knew you would wake up the next morning feeling better than you had in days. Something he liked seeing, although you could pry that confession out of his cold dead hands.

"Fucking asshole, making me get all soft jusy so they can fall asleep." The lamp light behind Schlatt was shut off as he grumbled under his breath, smoothing the blue hoodie he had been wearing down in preparation to leave the couch before faltering.

With a sigh he resumed his position on the couch, pulling a baseball cap that he had seemingly gotten out of nowhere over his head only after making sure to toss a blanket over you.

As he continued to softly watch over you, a little blob of orange entered the corner of his eye, freezing him for a moments notice.

Schlatt turned slowly to be met with Jambo, who he sternly pointed a finger straight at without hesitation.

"Tell anyone about this, and you're not getting any of that shitty catnip for a week."

He just got a meow in response.

"Good."

Jambos tail swayed back and fourth. He watched as Schlatt curled up on the couch next to you, doing his best to respect your space before giving in and stealing the tail end of the blanket around you.

"Night Jambo. Wake any of us, and you're a dead man."

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[siconetribal]

Put It On My Tab: Chapter 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag:

@vbecker10 @wordsfromthemoon @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning:

Banter, Fluff, Wit, Book-nerdiness, and more floof

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check the master list for the previous chapters!

Jason watched her turn her mug in circles, press a napkin to make it smooth, and shift her plate as if to find the perfect lighting to make her pastry most photogenic. One half of her lower lip was imprisoned by her teeth, the other half jutting out to the side. It was not hard for him to conclude that she was nervous, which made him curious. What does she have to say about what Cici said? How serious could it be? Maybe she’s embarrassed about the bill? Wait, if she brings it up I can insist on paying!

“So ,” Y/N finally spoke up after what felt like hours of silence. “I have been in a dicey situation because of the Joker and his gang of clowns. Wrong time, wrong place, sorta deal.” She paused again, but shorter this time. “I have been hit by his Joker Venom, but I was treated in time. It was a gas and it wasn’t one of the more lethal variants or long enough exposure to be permanently disabling. It’s…not something I talk about either. Cici wasn't trying to lie or cause trouble the day you came in. She was trying to help me out, because I recognized you.”

Great , she recognized me right away and I was just chasing 1’s and 0’s in a useless IP address! His lips scrunched to the side as he slouched in his seat, his pride was thoroughly bruised. 

“Don't pout, I was having a bad day, well week, and she was just trying to help me jot deal with another thing, and ended up blurting that out. So no, I’m not some lunatic because of it and yes, I’m perfectly normal, because who isn’t a little traumatized when living in Gotham City, right?”

“I would say ‘or insanely rich’, but they tend to be the actual targets and commoners like myself end up in the crosshairs.” She hesitantly added, seeing no flare of anger or annoyance, she sat up and took a bite of her flaky pastry of choice. 

“Are you sure ‘perfectly normal’ is the best term for you?” He grumbled. “You recognized me and did your damndest to be unrecognizable, why? You even got your friend in on it and made me think you're someone,” his voice steadily grew louder and his tone harsher as he sat up straight while she steadily shrank back into her seat, ducking her head to avoid looking at him. Shit , not what I wanted to do! “ Forget it , who am I to get pissed at a little white lie? I’m no stranger to bad days either.” Like being held hostage and left for dead by the Joker. He quickly deflated back in his seat. His foot lightly nudged against hers, making her jump and look up. “I also think anyone who isn't traumatized living here is either off their rocker or they've only just moved in.” His gaze softened as he smiled, coaxing her to relax with him again.

“Being rich comes with its own style of batshit crazy.” He rolled his eyes. Like throwing cash around for giant galas to make yourselves feel better about ‘charity’ which will obviously attract all the other criminals in Gotham. The only difference between them is that one group is considered legal.

 “Speaking of rich, you’re a Wayne, right?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up quickly before crashing down and furrowing together. “Cici told me, I was helping her with the drinks that day and she told me to not call it.” She quickly explained. “But that aside, what do I call you? Little Lordling? Littler Wayne? Wayne Jr the second? Wayne 3.0? There are a bunch of you, right? You're the second one, I suppose you'd be Wayne 2, or are you 3 because Bruce Wayne would be 1?” She thought aloud, watching his left eye twitch with each nickname she came up with. It was still oh so satisfying to see.

“Yes, I am an adopted son of Bruce Wayne and no , you can’t call me any of those.” His voice shook as his smile became a little strained, a little bit of a grumble in the undertones.

“Aww, not even ‘Little Lordling’? I thought that one would’ve won.” She pouted. The way her lower lip puffed and pushed out was adorable, but Jason needed to be strong. There's no way he was going to let anyone call him that. It would be the end of him if any of the other Bats heard of this. “So what do I call you by, oh nameless capeless savior?”

“How about you just call me by my name? Which you could’ve just asked me for instead of doing all this.” He rolled his left hand in the air as he gestured to the oddity that was this conversation

“It is absotively posolutely rude to demand such information! To ask without offering something of equal value is simply barbaric!” She scoffed and he snorted while trying to stop himself from choking on his drink. “Also, where's the fun in that? Now you'll remember me the next time you see me, you won't be so thrown off.” The smug grin on her face was frustratingly adorable and pleasantly annoying, he was not sure if he wanted to wipe it off her face or give her something else to gloat about. 

“And charging someone for asking questions is not memorable enough?” One of his eyebrows rose up in question. “I feel like we’re well past dinner and a movie first.”

“Who says that's my cup of tea? Maybe I'm a video games and books kind of gal?” She raised an eyebrow of her own in challenge to him.

Damn, games and books? “Well you’re in luck. I’m a bit of both myself.” He smirked. 

Oh that is cheating! You can't go looking like this, be a Wayne, and be into those! I’m trying to ask you for 4k, not a wedding ring! Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

“‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen, not bad.” Jason took a bite of his sandwich. Not bad, not bad. “There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm,” he calmly replied.

“‘The Song of the Lark’, huh, ‘a bit’ is what you said, right?” Y/N sat back. “Consider me impressed again, Wonder Boy.”

“Quit calling me that,” he grumbled as his eye twitched.

“I have nothing else to call you.”

“Then call me by name.”

“I don't have your name.”

“You could ask.”

“That’d be rude, of course. We haven’t properly met.” She smirked.

“And how do we properly meet?” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table.

“Dinner and a good book.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“That depends, do you prefer me to ask or tell?” She leaned in closer as well.

“Doesn’t matter to me, so long as you say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I guess it’s settled then. Now all I need is your number.”

“Wait, what? My number?” She sat back a little in surprise.

“Yes, your number, how else am I going to get in touch with you?” He extended a hand towards her and she, still confused at what just happened, robotically handed over said device, the screen unlocked. He quickly sent himself a text through her phone and saved his number in hers. “Thanks, sweetheart, I’ll be sending you the details later. On that note, I gotta run. See ya,” he winked and finished his drink before heading out, Y/N sitting there mouth agape and utterly confused. The bell chimed again before she could even process any of it as she quickly cleaned up and got behind the counter once more, the rev of a motorcycle fading into the distance.

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[veeaxx]

— SLEEP OVER ★

their s/o wants to sleep over, what happens?

note: heartslabyul my loves!!! m.list is here characters: heartslabyul x reader

— RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

⋆ If you do get to sleep over with Riddle in the first place, you are considered very lucky. And I mean it.

⋆ You'd have to persuade him really good, and if that works, he'll still give out multiple reasons on why you shouldn't. Housewarden is very strict, you see.

⋆ book one overblot flashbacks

⋆ But besides the point, if you manage to do all that (answer his questions, persuade him, etc) and he finally says 'yes' congratulations !!

⋆ You've done the impossible, M/C ^^

⋆ Although, that doesn't mean you're free from Riddle's rules. Not to mention following Heartslabyul's rules alone.

⋆ And according to research, there's about 810 of them. who tf has 810 rulesヽ(`д´；)/

⋆ Don't worry yourself though! I'm sure Riddle will keep you in line, along with the other members. (Trey is usually the one who Riddle relies on though, so you're in good hands!)

⋆ When it actually comes to sleeping though, Riddle sleeps hella early. About 9-ish if he's not busy with errands and such.

⋆ So if Riddle's sleeping, you're gonna be sleeping too.

⋆ Sorry M/C, no more pillow fights with Ace and Deuce and no more selfies with Cater.

⋆ I did say you'd have to abide to the rules, didn't I?

⋆ Riddle's sleeping posture is the stiffest posture ever, he knows how to relax his joints but he literally sleeps in a straight line. If you're there though, I suppose he'll soften up.

⋆ If you want to snuggle with him before you sleep, he's a bit hesitant at first. He will oblige though, his face turning a bright red as you snuggle into him.

⋆ He definitely slept well, and I think he'll ask you for another sleep over.

The sun shines through the window, it's light falling on you and your boyfriend's face. Riddle had finally let you sleep over (despite the multiple conflicts you had to solve), and you just happened to be able to snuggle into him before you fell asleep. It felt, fuzzy and warm. Riddle's eyes flutter open, scanning his surroundings. He groans as he tries to stand up from his bed, only to be brought back down due to your embrace. His eyes widen in shock, but slowly soften as he looks at you expression. So pretty in the sunlight. He smiles softly before laying back in bed, tucking the blanket over you both. Kissing your forehead softly, he thinks on how he may wake up to see this sight every morning, a blush creeping on his face just thinking about it. He looks at you once again, "I love you, M/C." He mutters.

— TREY CLOVER

⋆ Trey is a little surprised at the random request, but he says he'd ask Riddle about it.

⋆ Riddle no doubt said 'no' at first, but obliged because he knew how much you mattered to their vice-housewarden.

⋆ Oh well that was pretty easy, don't you think?

⋆ Trey tries his best to avoid trouble, not to mention if you're there.

⋆ Also, the 810 rules the dorm has to follow.

⋆ He makes sure you don't drink a certain type of tea not allowed on that day, pick flowers from the garden if it's a Wednesday, and most importantly..Not to bring Grim.

⋆ Even if you're not capable of having magic, he wouldn't want Riddle to go "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" on you.

⋆ He does let you hang out with the rest of the guys though, that's what a good sleepover's about right?

⋆ Riddle sleeps early so he reminds you not to be too loud when talking. He's seen a scenario like that before, he did not want that to happen again.

⋆ Very into dental hygiene, he probably bugged (lovingly) you about it once or twice before you slept.

⋆ Make sure you brush your teeth properly, take some mouthwash, and floss! He'll be checking if you did.

⋆ Now, when it comes to sleeping. The time when Trey sleeps usually depends on how worn-out he is.

⋆ He usually sleeps early like Riddle (but not as early), and encourages you to sleep early too.

⋆ Not stiff when he's sleeping, although his posture is orderly. Like, it's a mix of both, comfortable and stiff.

⋆ Want to snuggle into Trey? No problem, he'll happily say 'yes' with a light tint of pink on his cheeks.

⋆ Probably the best sleep he's had in a while, no doubt will ask you to sleep over again while giving you a few sweets.

You yawn softly, eyes fluttering open as Trey smiles. "Good morning, love." He whispers. You smile softly before giggling, "Good morning to you as well, Trey." Stretching your arms out, you sigh in content. "That was a good night's sleep, you're so cuddly." Your boyfriend chuckles, "I can't say I didn't think the same." Trey replies. He brings your body closer to his, holding you close as you smile. You look up at him, feeling as if you were in a dream. You wonder, will it be like this forever? "What is it, M/C?" He asks. You shake your head from your thoughts, "I'm just thinking about something, is all." Sighing, you ask "Do you think, we'll be like this..forever?" You whisper. His eyes slightly widen before closing, a smile forming on his face. "Well, I suppose. Just remember that I'll never leave you, even for the smallest things M/C." You give a cheeky smile before laughing softly, your mouth opens before closing due to the sound of a knock. "Hey you two, time to come out for breakfast!" Cater exclaims, knocking a second time. "Would you care for breakfast, dear?" Trey asks, extending his hand out to you. You chuckle, "Of course, darling."

— CATER DIAMOND

⋆ Why do I feel as if he'd be the one to ask? Anyway, if you'd ask he'd definitely be hyped about it and immediately say yes !!

⋆ #couplegoals for real!

⋆ The only problem is getting Riddle's approval. It's not as easy as Trey, dear M/C.

⋆ Give Riddle some fair points, tell him that you won't cause trouble and promise not to bring Grim. There, you're good.

⋆ Also, I will say it again. Follow the rules.

⋆ Cater hates to be known as strict, 'cause seriously that's not cool to him--But he has to follow housewarden's wishes.

⋆ First thing he does when you enter the dorm, a selfie. Hey, it's Cater we're talking about ?

⋆ Literally his camera-roll will be filled from the amount of photos he took.

⋆ Not to mention him posting nearly every photo on his magic-cam.

⋆ Please he probably told you "Let's do couple trends!!" And you obliged because he actually wanted to spend time with you.

⋆ I can imagine that you both did skin-care together. Like the face-masks and stuff.

⋆ Growing up with two older sisters has its benefits, I guess. Cater knows a fair amount of things about skin-care. He probably has a routine of his own too.

⋆ Now, after all the selfies and having fun, time to actually go to sleep.

⋆ When it comes to sleeping, I can imagine him sleeping early to look good but also for other health benefits. please is this asmo or what

⋆ Will probably stay up late for you though.

⋆ His posture is free and comfortable. It doesn't look stiff or anything like that.

⋆ No need to ask for cuddles, snuggling and such. Cater already is cuddling you before you ask. He's very happy about it too.

⋆ Says he slept pretty well with you by his side, and is willing to invite you over again!!

"And posted!" Cater exclaims, putting his phone down with a cheeky smile. You sigh playfully, "You posted all those?" He nods, "Why not? We look so cute together! Totally #Cay-cay." Snickering, you continue eating your breakfast. "I can't say I don't agree though. Sleeping over was definitely '#Cay-cay' if that's how you say it." You reply, creating gestures with your hands. "Awe, trying to act like me?" Cater teases, pinching your cheek. "Hey!" You squeak, "I didn't say that!" You exclaim, giggling. "Whatevs~ I know you just don't wanna admit it, babe." He replies, taking a bite of his food. You sigh, "But, I really did enjoy sleeping over Cater." His eyes lock with yours. "I'd really like to do it again," You say, smiling. "Why didn't you say so, of course we can do it again~! More pictures for magic-cam anyway~" He replies. "Yo, M/C! We only got 15 minutes, remember?" Ace shouts. Your eyes widening. "Shoot, you're right..Let's get going Cater-" You say, your mouth shutting when Cater grabs your hand. "You forgot the 'I love you', cutie~" He says, giving an innocent smile. Sighing, you nod. "Love you, Cater." You reply, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. His cheeks grow a bright red, "Why do you have to be so cute !!" He mutters. You snicker softly, "Don't wanna be late for class, let's go!"

— DEUCE SPADE

⋆ Did not expect you to ask something like that (he's fine with it though, don't worry!)

⋆ Of course, he needs Riddle's approval. Being a first-year makes things even more un-trustable, actually. He hates looking un-trustable.

⋆ With enough begging and reasoning, Riddle did oblige though.

⋆ He tries his hardest to not get you, nor him into any trouble. If Ace gets into trouble, it wasn't his fault.

⋆ He also tries to take note of the rules he should be more cautious of, he doesn't want to be hit by Riddle's spell while you're there! He thinks it's embarrassing.

⋆ But say he didn't break any rules, nor did he slip up? Give the boy a round of applause.

⋆ Anyway, when you come over he tries to act serious. But how can he be serious if you're there, and if Ace is teasing him non-stop?

⋆ Please assure him he doesn't have to act serious or cool when you're around, and that the Deuce you know is what you'd like to see.

⋆ So, what activities take place? Pillow fights, eating snacks, and talking. He just tries not to eat any tarts and such.

⋆ After all the fun and games, it's the reason why it's called a 'sleep-over'. Sleeping.

⋆ He definitely tries to go to sleep early, to be a good student. But he usually has homework, so he stays up a tad-bit late.

⋆ His sleeping posture is no doubt a little more on the 'stiff' side. And if you're there, he thinks he'll squish you..So it's pretty much that.

⋆ Snuggling into Deuce was something he did not expect either! But he doesn't reject the offer. Your snuggles are very comforting anyway.

⋆ Probably had a good sleep, and a nice dream too. He's open to you sleeping over again if you'd like.

Deuce ruffles his hair softly, eyes opening slowly. A vivid blush creeps onto his face as he sees your sleeping form. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, a smile forming on his face as you move a bit. "Beautiful..." He mutters. Your eyes start to flutter open, Deuce panicking as you open your eyes. "..Good morning, Deuce." You whisper softly. "G-good morning, M/C.." He stutters, earning a small chuckle from you. "Why so nervous, Deuce?" You ask, sitting upright. "It's nothing, really." He replies in a rush. You ponder, "Could it be because of me waking up here next to you?" Deuce's eyes widen but slowly close in embarrassment. "Y-yes..." He admits, looking down at his hands. "It's fine Deuce, no need to feel shy." You assure him, "But now that I think about it, you're pretty cute when you're shy~" You tease him, poking his cheek. He stutters heavily, his skin turning a bright red. You giggle at the sight, looking at the clock nearby. "We should get going, love." You whisper. "Don't wanna miss breakfast, and besides Ace will bug us if we don't go now.." He nods slowly. You hop off the bed, stretching your arms out. Deuce follows after, but suddenly hugs you from behind. You squeak in surprise, "Deuce?" You question. "Please, sleep over again next time..I like it when you're here with me." He replies, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You smile, "Who said I wouldn't sleep-over next time, babe?" You say, turning around to kiss his forehead. "Love you, Deuce Spade." Returning the favor, he sighs in content. "Love you too, M/C."

— ACE TRAPPOLA

⋆ First reaction would probably be: "Hah?"

⋆ Nonetheless, he'd try his best to persuade Riddle to let you stay. He's pretty open about letting you sleep over actually.

⋆ Also he doesn't want to make you sad, so ●︿●

⋆ Say some kind of magic happened and Riddle said yes? Oh boy, here we go.

⋆ This will be the most chaotic sleep-over of your life.

⋆ Listen, he tried to follow the rules. But he may have broken just one by accident..

⋆ Long story short, he was hit by Riddle's signature spell.

⋆ Besides that, the staying over is pretty much chaotic and wild. Playing pranks, laughing and whispering, etc.

⋆ Trey saved both of your lives by reminding you both to 'hush' because Riddle went to sleep early. Thank you, Trey.

⋆ Also, maybe a bit of snacking. Ace hugging you is also something that could happen, if you're lucky.

⋆ Seriously Ace's energy is on full blast when you're there.

⋆ Only when it turns late is he tired, and tired Ace is a childish one. Get him to sleep !!

⋆ So if Ace is finally tired (or if you are), time to get to sleep.

⋆ Ace probably says he goes to sleep early but goes to sleep so late. He's like that kid in middle school who has bad sleeping habits.

⋆ His posture is a tad bit too comfortable. I mean his limbs are spread out everywhere, like you have no space anymore.

⋆ Sleep on the floor, perhaps?

⋆ He does not say no to cuddles unless he's really tired and has no response..But to answer your question, he'd say yes!

⋆ Cuddles with Ace are the best, very warm and comforting.

⋆ Describes sleep that night as 'the bomb'. I think you should come over again, yeah?

"The bomb?" Azul asks, adjusting his glasses. You nod slowly, "Ace uses that kind of speech a lot. There's no need to look into it," You reply. "I see, his speech is truly interesting." Jade says, looking over to his twin brother. "Oh, that means he had a good time, didn't he little shrimpy~!" Floyd exclaims, patting your head softly. You shrug, "Pretty much." Taking a sip of your drink, you sigh in content. "Exams have been taking too much of our time recently, so I'm pretty happy I got to sleep-over." Jade nods with a closed-eye smile as Floyd leans on the counter. "Not to mention Heartslabyul's housewarden let you stay. Impressive, M/C." Azul remarks, looking at you with a grin. "Agreed." Jade mutters. You wave your hands up in the air, "I didn't do anything actually, he just let me stay over." You reply. "What matters is how I got to spend time with Ace. He is my boyfriend after all, and I love him dearly." Floyd pinches your cheek, "You're so considerate, little shrimpy~" He says, earning chuckles from the rest. You continue your conversation, your voices echoing throughout the lounge. Little did you know, Ace stands there, smiling ear to ear. "Are you done yet?!" Deuce whispers, earning an irritated face from your boyfriend. "Be patient, idiot!" He whispers back. Oh M/C, he loves you so.

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[wri0thesley]

I just adore Kaveh, but after your last fic, the petty in me wants to see him suffer.

I really love the idea that darling ignores Kaveh completely after his betrayal. I understand they are romantic and loving, but romanticism as an art movement was all about passion, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

But imagine a darling now 100% obedient to Althaitham, because at least his expectations are easy to understand and he doesn’t rip your heart from your chest with every new trinket or treat from a place you will never get to see. Althaitham is easy to please if you follow the rules, and seeing Kaveh suddenly finding himself on the outs is more satisfying than any reward.

And maybe, just maybe, Alhaitham finds himself softening just slightly. He knows what darling is doing, and it gives him a little thrill each time darling stares blankly at Kaveh and then buries her face in the scribe’s chest instead. In a way, they almost have a silent agreement. Darling is good for him, and he allows these small bratty acts of pettiness. After all, he never wanted you to be spoiled by Kaveh anyway.

It’s even better when darling begins seeking Alhaitham out for more intimate matters, when the craving to be held and praised outweighs pride, but darling refuses to let go of their stubborn streak and find Kaveh, who is surely more gentle. But that determination is one of the things Alhaitham found most endearing in the beginning, so he rewards darling by being gentler, telling her that she’s being good, and showing more affection by allowing darling to stay in his bed, loving how she clings to him in her sleep because he’s the only one she has now.

And just maybe…darling starts to rationalize her situation. She’s never getting free, so it would be best to make the most of it. And Alhaitham had been more bearable lately. More importantly, while they are hard-won, the slight affection he shows, like cupping her cheeks before he leaves for work, or allowing her to see the genuine fondness in his eyes when she curls into his side on that awful couch…those are REAL. She’s EARNED that affection, and Alhaitham wouldn’t lie, he’s always been honest with his intentions and desires of her. It feels more comfortable, knowing that she’s earned a reward versus having her needs and desires manipulated.

Oh, and Kaveh is just MISERABLE. He’s being completely ignored, his gifts thrown away right in front of him, his darling now seeking out Alhaitham, ALHAITHAM!! Over him. And he does everything, begging for darling to look at him with the wide loving eyes he’s used to, not this cold indifference. It’s almost like darling has become more like Alhaitham.

It comes to a head the next time Alhaitham is gone overnight, when Kaveh is hovering with treats and presents, thinking darling will finally fall back into his arms if he begs for forgiveness.

Cue him on his knees, tears in his eyes and his arms wrapped around darling’s legs, looking up and spouting the most heartfelt confession and apology.

And darling just staring down at him with rage and hurt, not saying a word until finally:

“I gave you a chance to have me all to yourself, to live a life with me. But you chose an easy life with Alhaitham instead. Is it so strange that I’d do the same?”

Just uuuuuugh! I want Kaveh to be the most miserable thing on the planet, until he’s fantasizing over what would have happened had he escaped with darling, desperately wishing he’d taken that option instead. Because now, with the suffocating pressure of a roommate who barely tolerates him and a darling who loathes him, now he truly feels like a prisoner, locked away from any and all affection.

anon i don't actually have anything to add to this but i love it so so much and it's absolutely one of the ways i imagine the scenario unfolds after the events of canicular. i love kaveh, and he suffers plenty in canon, but this yan kaveh specifically deserves to suffer.

oh! the pain of 'i gave you a chance'. kaveh realising it's slipped through his fingers. kaveh having to confront that he liked having that power over reader. just like alhaitham. he says he's not like alhaitham but oh, maybe he is--

#nat.txt #yandere for ts #genshin impact posting

[jewbeloved]

Hi! Love how you write. Could you do the main 4 (separate) reacting to the reader secretly being a fallen angel kicked out of heaven?, The reason they got kicked out was because of disobeying god's demands (this could depend by you!) they have been hiding it from them for safety reasons but one day one of them finds out. And how would they react?

I really hope u can understand this 🥲

Team Stan with a fallen angel😇💔🖤

I'm in another writer's block phase at the moment 😢

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 💧

You never told Stan that you were an angel, well.....a fallen one to be exact. You were kicked out of heaven due to you disobeying your God's rules and demands. You didn't care anyways, you were much happier being stuck on earth living in south park Colorado with your loving sweet boyfriend.

You always thought about telling Stan what you truly were, but you also feared on how he would react to you coming out. Would he fear you, would he hate you? Would he turn you into the government for millions of dollars If you were wanted? You hoped he wouldn't..

You always wore a hat that covers your entire head and hair to hide your halo, you even wear big clothes to hide your wings. Stan was very confused on why you always dressed like that.

But what If he did find out about your secret?

I think he would be very confused about why you hid it from him, when you explained why you didn't tell him he will immediately understand and go straight to comforting you.

To him in his eyes, he really loves how you look! your wings are so fluffy he could lean into them as if they were soft pillows <3

He would also like to know why you disobeyed God's rules, but he won't ask or pressure you further if you aren't comfortable talking about it.

With all that drama out of the way, he's going back to his daily routine of smoothering you with kisses and affection 💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌲

He knows what an angel is, but not a FALLEN one because he never really expected that to even exist or be true.

He found out your secret when you gathered up all of the courage to tell him the truth since you kinda felt bad for hiding it from him, but you were still worried about how he would react...

When you told him, his face was mostly covered up with confusion and a little bit of shock. So fallen angels are real..

"I'm really sorry for hiding the fact that a fallen angel, please don't hate me or turn me into the government!" You closed your eyes waiting for him to yell at you or something.

Kyle's face softened up and he placed one of his hands on your cheek making you open your eyes again before he pulled you into a hug.

He didn't know what exactly you needed to be comforted at the moment, but all he thought was that you needed some reassurance and affection.

If he hated you, he would be hating on himself. He could never hate you!

He might also play with your wings a little after he's asked for permission to do so of course.

You guys mostly cuddled afterwards in his bed 😊

He would also probably like for you to tell him all about fallen angels, because apparently he didn't really study about them or even believe in them so now he wants to know more about them💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍔

Now you were kinda full on down with keeping your secret from your sociopathic racist boyfriend at first.

You know that he does make fun of you like all the others, but he never really took it to heart when he was doing it towards you.

But now you're really concerned If he would actually make fun of you this time if he found out about your secret, or maybe he will do something worse than that. Sometimes you knew it was best to not get on Cartman's bad side with seeing how he ends up ruining that particular person's life.

But you loved him and he loved you back, he never treated you like how he treated Heidi. He treated you with respect like how a good boyfriend would do.

Cartman found out when he pulled you into a hug to piss off Kyle when your wings popped out of your clothes, leaving everyone in full shock.

"What the hell are you guys looking all shocked for?" Everyone pointed at you and Cartman turned his head to face you, locking eye contact with him.

"Oh....dude..." He said it in a sarcastic way, but he didn't seem to show any signs of confusion or shockness on his face.

He motioned for you to walk home with him still holding you in a hug, while he gave everyone the face that screams 'If you tell anyone about what you just saw I will fucking ruin your life for good'.

When you both were now in private, you were the first to start talking and explained why you never told Cartman before.

Cartman feeling guilty? that's not possible. But when it comes to you only, he will feel guilty.

He knew full on well that he's aware of who the type of person he is, but it makes him actually sad to see that you are insecure of telling him this secret because of who he is.

He doesn't care about the fact you're a fallen angel, all he cares about right now is comforting you and making sure you're alright.❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🥮

Kenny already knew you were one, he was in heaven with you when he died and was waiting for his resurrection.

He took this time to get to know you better and you both soon became best friends and even more than that as time passed on.

When he found out that you got kicked out of heaven for disobeying God's rules, he was quite sad to hear these news.

He didn't have to worry anyways, he was going to get resurrected back to life and out of heaven so he didn't worry too much about not seeing you again.

When he was really happy when he saw you again, unharmed or anything, But you didn't have anywhere else to go so Kenny decided to let you live with him instead.

You were always comfortable around Kenny so you didn't bother hiding your halo and wings from him. But you did hide your identity from his family except his lil sister Karen.

Get ready for Kenny to be making dirty playful jokes about your identity 😳🙃

He'll stop If he sees you're uncomfortable don't worry 🤭

He might also take you somewhere special when he's going out at night as Mysterion🧡🧡🧡🧡

Motivation sucks, I'll try to get more requests done before opening them again 😓😓

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[themadlu]

What Is It In You I Cannot See?

Astarion fails to sneak on Zelie, but somehow he still ends up with a full belly. Nothing asked of him. He is scared of her and angry at her at the same time. He is also happy. He is in uncharted territory. He doesn't understand if she'll be his salvation or his doom.

He also hates dogs.

TW: references to past SA (nothing graphic), mentions of animal cruelty (if him wanting to eat Scratch counts).

This is a oneshot from a longer fic idea. Zelie is my named Tav OC, but here there is no physical description, aside from eye colour.

Tagging @spacebarbarianweird because she's so talented and kind!

“Remind me again, darling, what are we doing in these godsforsaken woods?” 

Astarion had woken up…happy—with a full stomach (He had forgotten what that felt like) and a clear head (He can hear the stern cadence of her sweet, precious blood being pumped through her heart). 

His restless reverie made bearable by the life essence he took last night. 

No, not took. He was too pathetically weak even for the basic functions of a vampire. It was a gift.

This is a gift—I won’t forget it.

He said as much, head tilted towards her, looking, but not seeing; he couldn’t bear to actually stare at the person he was indebted to now. 

She doesn’t call it debt. There are enough ill-guided, wretched ideas floating in that head of hers, all about justice and fairness and respect, that she hasn’t asked anything in return for her donation.

Yet. 

She will. If he thinks too long about it, it terrifies him.

No one hands their life blood over to anyone (to a monster) without a sizeable payback in mind. Either that, or he’ll have to start believing all her ideals (Her actions) are not an elaborate set of masks to trick him into trust (She’d be more idiotic than he thought, in that case).

Still, her confounding attitude worked in his favour. Not only he wasn’t left to starve the night before (a novelty in and of itself), but he’ll get future access to his dinner for the foreseeable future. 

She said so (“You can feed on me again, IF you swear you won’t hurt others and stick to animals when I’m not around”). Her face carved in stone, unmovable as she always is when establishing her rules. Her boundaries.

(No one ever cared for his boundaries. An object of pleasure doesn't need any.)

But she looked at him like he would actually understand, as if the concept couldn’t be so foreign to him. Something in the world shifted.

Truth be told, you were my first. 

Something changes in her eyes too and her expression softens, but doesn’t relent. 

“Let’s keep me as the only for now. If you wish to tell the others and any of them are willing to donate their blood too, then you can expand your culinary options.”

What?

He knows she didn’t spill his secret to their companions (Gods forbid, someone as noble as their leader did that), but he assumed she would push him to reveal himself. Why wouldn’t she? She made such a fuss about how wrong lying is, and honesty this and fuck him that, and now she is willfully withholding information from the rest of the group. 

Why?

You nearly got us killed at the Grove. Couldn’t keep your little mouth shut with that useless healer about the tadpoles. Foolish idiot, you’ll be our doom. 

Was it a test? See what the hungry spawn does and punish him if he makes a mistake? 

Astarion has an inkling of what she would like him to do, because it tends to be the total opposite of what he would do. He would continue their little arrangement in private, for as long as possible. He may have been a slave for centuries, but he’s not so daft. Why would a vampire willingly oust himself to a group that includes a literal monster hunter in their midst. 

It would be suicidal and he has wished for death more times he can recount—often masked as sensual whimpers and pleas in brothels and alleys—but he doesn’t wish it now. 

He won’t let a presumptuous, sheltered human kill him with her righteousness when decades of torture didn’t. 

Not now he’s finally out of his grasp. 

Not now he can exist in the sun. 

Not now that he’s stuck in the mud chatting to a mutt. 

Wait, what?

The scene in front of him is dreamlike: their stoic leader is knee deep in the dirt, shiny eyes coaxing a clearly aggressive dog closer, Karlach talking to it as if it were worthy of conversation.

Zélie stares at the mutt as if in a trance. Astarion asks her why they were in the woods in the first place to see if the dog isn’t actually a hypnotising hag.

The mutt snarls at him and he snarls back. Filthy beast.

“Hush, Astarion!” Zélie whispers, “he’s scared. You’ll only scare him more”

He takes notice of the corpse near the dog. Clearly dead. Filthy and stupid beast. 

“Sweet thing you are, worrying about it,” he coos.

Hells below, you idiot. 

“But may I remind you we are trying to get to a den of vicious goblins to find the blasted druid who can fix our wiggly issue?” 

He points at his temple and she gives him the look. They’ve been travelling together for no more than a tenday and he already earned a signature look from her. 

All piercing, hardened eyes and the disapproving tilt of the head a mother would give to her child before a good dressing down. 

He wonders what his punishment will be, and his scars burn, his hands shake. 

He quickly fists them behind his back to hide the tremors (A broken toy is worthless), strikes a casual figure, and something in her gaze mellows. Before it could have stricken down a dragon from the skies, now it would only manage a bear. 

It certainly won’t manage a vampire. 

He scowls at her, but her attention is already back on the mutt now within arm’s reach. 

“You know, Astarion,” she murmurs, petting its fur with a care that had to be an act (Tenderness has no place in any realm), “dogs are beautiful creatures. They feel as much as us.” 

Another stroke behind its ears, soft and barely there. Astarion’s own ears twitch.  

“They accept our love, our mistakes, our pain, and still stay by our side. Sometimes they even see past our cruelty, so strong is their loyalty. I think you won’t find a more worthy companion.”

Another caress on its muzzle. The hint at complete loyalty to another would normally tear through him ('Remember thou art mine, useless boy'), but Astarion is transfixed by her hands on white fur (Would they touch his own white hair like that?) and his fangs are dangerously close to peeking through his lips. 

(Two centuries of utter shit, but the mutt runs across her bare moments after his owner’s died.)

If I was alone, I’d bleed you dry. Animals only, so she said.

Fucking dog befriended, Astarion is ripped from his thoughts as Zélie stops her ministrations and stands up. She bows her head at—

“Scratch. Meet Astarion. Astarion, meet Scratch.”

The dog eyes him for a moment, then barks. Astarion almost hisses back. It’s his dear leader standing in front of him that stops him. 

“I know he may look slightly ruffled, Scratch, but I like to think that you can trust him.” 

Excuse me?!

She cannot speak with animals, so why the hells is she making polite conversation with it?!

“And you,” eyes on his, he hates how he has to prove that he can hold her look without squirming. She has the gaze of someone used to having a certain level of authority, and it disgusts him. His hands tremble more, nails now digging in his palms.

('You're nothing but a scared, little boy'). 

The others have moved further along the path, but she whispers it nonetheless, “When I say you should feed on animals, this is clearly not what I mean. Dogs are out of your food chain. Please, Astarion”

He doesn’t remember when it was the last time anyone ever said please to him, when someone kept a secret for him, and it’s enough to shock him into compliance. 

“Thank you,” she says, a little smile on her thin lips (it looks foreign on her stone-like face).

She heads along the path without realising what she’s done. As if people handed thank yous around like nothing. He’s seen her thanking others, occasionally: Gale for his food, Shadowheart for the healing, even Lae’zel for not disembowelling a tiefling  (How disappointing). But to him? 

(He hasn’t done anything, besides taking her blood and her temporary alliance)

He kills and maims what enemies they encounter because he revels in the violence. In the control over another’s life—in not him being the pitiful wretch for once. If she thinks he’s doing it out of some sense of morality, then she’s even more idiotic than he thought. 

She could simply be a pathetic moron with a noble soul. One who follows her way even when she doesn’t want to. Even when they do her more harm than good (Shouting a speech on interracial cooperation from a high rock to stop a vicious group of goblins and humans from killing each other was a terrible idea. Surprisingly, she only got scraps from all the arrows flying at her). 

No. She isn’t. No one is like that.

Phantom touches on his body remind him of this shit world every second of every day and they will do so for as long as he lives. They all have their motives. She just hides hers beside a very put-together mask. An impressive one, if he can say so. 

He falls into step with her as usual (Because he needs to make sure she doesn’t drag them to an unwilling death, because he needs to keep himself in her good graces now she knows his secret) and she acknowledges him with a nod. 

The smile is still there—odd. She looks a moment away from giggling, a sound that he didn't think her mouth could form. 

Now he needs to know. 

“Copper for your thoughts, darling?” he drawls. 

What’s going on in that confusing head of yours?

“I just thought—when Scratch said he’d join us at camp. I pictured Withers and him,” a corner of her mouth lifts, “playing catch. ‘Cometh here, oh chosen canine, and followeth thy ball along its rightful path.’”

  

Her eyes tear up from contained laughter (Have they always been so blue? He just realises one is more of a grey colour), then she coughs a little and her entire face resettles on its usual assessing expression. 

"You're a bad influence, Astarion. I don't usually tease my elders, especially not millennia-old ones."

Astarion blinks (So she does have a sense of humour, even if it’s terrible).

He finds himself leaning into her, testing the boundaries. His sultry voice in her ear. "Darling, as your elder, you can tease me all you like. You have my permission." He is rewarded not with a whimper of excitement, but with the look again.

He finds himself suppressing a stray giggle and his hands stop shaking.  

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[bellatrixscurls]

boyfriend!billy hargrove; thoughts.

warning : bipolar disorder, crybaby!reader, mean!billy at some point and then just fluff.

he is just so awkward and mean at first and i imagine you being a crybaby, so its very often that he makes you cry or even throw a tantrum while sobbing violently because of him.

“oh, yeah! now go ahead and fucking cry. god you’re such a baby” he spat, rolling his eyes as you sat in your corner, choking on sobs.

you looked up at him with puffy eyes. “hate y-you” your heart broke as you said it, but it was the truth, you hated billy right in that moment.

he turned to you, his jaw clenched and he felt his chest tighten, but he managed to pretend further. “like i give a shit.”

but every single time he makes you cry, he brings you flowers and cuddles you the next day, saying how sorry he is and how much of an idiot he’s been for hurting his baby. and you always fall for it.

“p-promise?” you sniffled, bottom lip wobbling as his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes staring right into your own, arms holding you tightly against him.

“pinky promise, sweetheart” he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for a bit before he moved in his previous position, “m never doing that again to you, never.”

but lord knows he does it again, and again. and it hurts him everytime too.

“you promised me!” you shouted, hitting him on the chest, your hands much too weak to hurt him, though.

and billy couldn’t say anything, not even protest like he usually did.

and after having calmed down, you only let out quiet sobs, your head heavy and nailprints in your palms, “get out” you muttered calmly, and he gave you a weird look, “get the fuck out!”

and obviously, he keeps ‘making it up to you’. until you do not fall for it anymore.

“you’re gonna have to do more than that this time, billy” you sighed, it hurt you to say that.

and he looked at you, clearly defeated, leaving the flowers on the table. “anything, i’ll do anything, sweetheart. just tell me and i’ll do it.”

so you tell him. you set a couple of rules, mostly trying to let him know that he has to change something this time. he has to let you in, and not push you away.

first, he starts picking out the flowers and not bring you the first one he sees at the shop.

“i brought you lilies!” he exclaimed happily, wide eyes looking up at you for validation. “i just thought you’d like them. they’re pretty. they, uh, r-remind me of you” he smiled to himself, looking down at the pretty flowers.

“they are, indeed, pretty” you leaned down to take a sniff, humming to yourself as you gave him a small smile, “do you think i’m pretty?”

billy blushed for a second, silently cursing himself for saying that out loud, but you found it entirely too cute. “so pretty.”

and then he opens up to you, and actually talks to you instead of yelling everytime he doesn’t like something. still, he keeps whining and acting like a baby the whole time, but you understand him. after all, he is doing his best.

“he was touching you!” he whined, pouting up at you.

“billy, he is my cousin” you tried to reason with him, but it was no use. billy was a jealous one.

“well he obviously likes you anyway, the freak” he muttered grumpily, pulling you into his lap, and holding your waist between his big hands.

you giggled at his furrowed brows, and his annoyed expression, your hands coming up to card through his locks. “but i don’t like him, hm? i don’t. can you trust me?”

and he nodded pathetically, of course he trusted you.

“love you, honey.”

and so of course he still has his moments where he just wants to scream and shout and old billy comes back. but his ego isn’t as big now. he hates seeing you hurt by bad old billy. so he comforts you everytime, apologising profusely and actually making it up to you.

frustrated, with his hands tugging at his locks, billy heard a quiet sniffle and his eyes fell on you; you were curled up in your bed. scared, after billy had yelled at you for something stupid.

billy’s eyes softened and his arms immediately engulfed you into a hug, pulling you flush against his chest. “no no no. no tears, angel” he shushed you, pressing hard kisses on your forehead, his eyes closing as tears start running down his cheeks. “he went away, my love. it’s alright, he’s gone now.”

and you just kept whimpering, “y-yeah?” you asked, eyes hopeful as you moved your neck so you could look into his eyes, billy’s heart breaking at the mess he’d made of you. “don’t like him, like you. love you, billy.”

“i love you, sweetheart. love you til the end of time” he reassured, kissing your head countless times trying to soothe you, “i’ll do better, i swear. will be better for you, my angel.”

and then he spends the rest of the day spoiling you, trying not to push you too much as your mind had turned foggy, and you were even more sensitive than usual.

he watched two movies with you, cuddled and made dinner for the two of you while you were taking a nap.

then, you buy him a little teddy bear, but not a normal one. this one is a teddy bear for people with a bipolar disorder, and it changes moods whenever billy’s does — because, obviously, he still has some moments when he is quiet and not verbal for him to tell you what is wrong.

“so you can let me know how you are even when you don’t feel like speaking about it” you said sweetly, handing him the bear.

billy took it and looked at it, perplexed, for a few seconds. he flipped it over a few times and you saw his eyes light up; he had found the buttons. as a matter of fact, at the bottom of the bear were some buttons, every mood written down next to its own button.

he flicked one of them and the teddy bear’s angry face turned into a smile and happy eyes. you felt like crying in that moment, and so you did.

you sobbed against his chest as billy sobbed into your hair. it was just such an emotional moment, and you were sure that if anyone were to watch you, they would think you were complete freaks. but it all made sense to you, both of you.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst

[strawberryjmilk]

repeat ♡ min yoongi [repeat, repeat, repeat]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + yoongi happy disability pride month <3

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

picky eating ♡

yoongi made a habit for himself. every time he heard of something new — a restaurant, cafe, bakery, whatever — he sent you the menu immediately. one too many times you’d arrived to a new place only to not eat ; or you would verbally shut down, too overwhelmed with the new area and different options.

he’d seen as a comfort food no longer tasted or felt the same ; saw the discomfort and confusion on your face as something so nice turned bitter.

“baby,” his voice calls through your phone's speaker. you smile at the sound, applying a sensory friendly lip balm as he speaks. “check out the link i jus’ sent you. or we could do your favorite for dinner. you choose.”

you hum, scrolling through the new menu you were sent. your eyes light up at the description of one of the choices. it sounded good ; sounded like something you’d actually eat. “the new place sounds good. are we eating there or…?”

“wanna take it home?” a crinkle hits his line as he adjusts the phone. “can pick it up on the way there.”

you bite your lip, “are you sure? i can— i’ll get ready if you want to go out.”

“nah,” he breathes out a laugh, “we’ll eat at home. see you soon, baby.”

parallel play ♡

yoongi did not like people being in his studio. it was his safe space ; his work area where he didn’t like to be interrupted.

you broke this rule sometimes.

he allowed it — liking how quiet and to yourself you’d be. other times, though, you’d let him be and wait until he got home to hang out.

a puzzle was on the floor as you sort through the pieces, mind blank and searching for the last pink colored piece. yoongi glanced at you from where he sat, headphones wrapped around his neck. he smiles softly, nudging your knee with the tip of his shoe. “alright?”

“m’good,” you respond. you don’t even blink ; don’t look up at him to smile as you move onto a different color. your fingers twitch, hesitating to pick up a puzzle piece. “want me to leave?”

“nah,” yoongi sags back into his chair comfortably. “you’re jus’ fine right here, angel.”

stimming ♡

you need to move. your emotions have built up — and built up and built up and built up — and now you were on the verge of wiggling until everything came loose. taking a deep breath, you pick at your nails once more.

it does nothing.

none of your usual, hidden stims are good enough anymore. you’ve bottled it up so much for so long that you need something harsh ; something destructive and big to help you release.

yoongi frowns as you scrunch your fingers together tightly, so hard it looks painful. “baby? everything okay?”

you let out another breath, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you. “need to… scream.”

it was a code word — i need to stim. yoongi frowns, adjusting his body so that his head and torso are facing you fully. “okay. go ahead. you know i don’t mind.”

“it’s—“ you let out a whine. your eyes scrunch closed — so hard you see stars and dots — before you snap them back open. your mouth curves into a frown, voice softening into a whisper. “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing?” yoongi’s frown deepens as he laces his fingers with your own. you hesitate, but give his hand a small squeeze. “angel, this is something you need to do. something that helps you self-regulate and feel better.” he pauses, eyes dancing across your face as your agitated expression holds. “want me to look away?”

you squeeze his fingers once more before shaking your head. another breath — you close your eyes again. and then you’re slowly rocking back and forth in your seat, quickening the pace as you need to.

yoongi stays silent, only rubbing his thumb across your knuckles when you slow down. eventually, your eyes peel open and your shoulders are less tense ; a smile easier to hold. he kisses the back of your hand, “better?”

“much. thank you.

“nothin’ to thank,” another kiss to your hand. “jus’ glad you feel safe with me.”

disordered sleeping ♡

another yawn leaves your lips. you blink, shaking your head to wake yourself up a little more. yoongi glances at you, frowning in concern. he tilts his head, "sleepy, angel?"

"bad night," you answer instead. he leans up, getting in your view as his frown deepens. "bad dreams and woke up... a lot."

"m'sorry," he rubs your back, "anything i can do to help?"

you hum, moving your body with the motion of his hand. rubbing your eyes — yoongi pulls your hand away gently — you shrug. "feels like i've tried everything and nothing helps."

yoongi nods, a pout on his mouth. the room goes still, silent as he continues to rub your back. "we can try something new, if you want? look up remedies 'nd stuff and see what you think."

"okay," you sag against his body, "won't hurt to try, i guess."

"okay." yoongi grins and scrolls on his phone, looking for things to help you sleep. he says them outloud, pausing when you hum in interest. you've got a small list of things to try, home remedies and medical ones. yoongi kisses the side of your head, "nap if you want, angel. i'll wake you in a bit."

auditory processing disorder ♡

sometimes, words didn't sound right to you. the sentences didn't make sense ; the way things were phrased or pronounced were hard to understand. yoongi was patient with this — didn't get annoyed when you asked him to repeat things.

you're reading when yoongi calls out, "get your phone, please."

how would that make sense when you're on your phone? your eyebrows furrow as you pause running through his sentence and trying to make it make sense.

yoongi pops his head out from his room, "thanks for folding these."

your mouth falls into an oh expression. "you're welcome."

the side of his mouth tilts up, as he stills, watching you curiously. "what did you think i said?"

"something about my phone." you move the device, wiggling it in the air. "didn't get how that made sense."

yoongi lets out a laugh, nodding to himself. "no wonder you didn't answer me at first."

——♡—— slowly trying to write for kpop again <3 doing my best!! i wrote a detroit become human one here if you'd like to read it! <3 strawberryjmilk © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know.

#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #autistic reader #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi scenarios #autistic!reader #agust d x reader #suga x reader #agust d imagine #suga imagine #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts bulletpoint #bts oneshots

[nekombers]

have they dated anyone before?

including all dorms; heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, diasomnia, and ignihyde!

gender neutral !!

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ HEARTSLABYUL を ˎˊ

riddle rosehearts : he hasn't been in a relationship before. i feel like ever since before he overblotted, he always stuck to the strict rules his mother had placed upon him. he was able to soften up when you after getting to know you.

trey clover : most likely has been. but it just didn't work out because they probably had zero things in common. so it was most likely a mutual break up.

cater diamond : definitely has been in several relationships. most of people he has dated most likely probably went for him for his popularity or even looks.

ace trappola : once. he's only ever gone out with someone once back at his home town. they probably didn't last very long since the person couldn't deal with ace's mischief behavior.

deuce spade : this boy probably has had crushes but never had the guts to ask them out. you were probably their first <3

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ SAVANACLAW を ˎˊ

leona kingscholar : possibly once in the past, but it didn't last too long since he didn't know how to care for them and probably just got dumped and never thought about it :/

ruggie bucchi : probably not. no special reason other than that no one really ever got his attention. that was until he met you.

jack howl : he hasn't. his first view on relationships were that they are weaknesses. but he secretly always wanted to experience one.

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ OCTAVINELLE を ˎˊ

azul ashengrotto : just once. and it wasn't the romantic one he was expecting. after his first heartbreak, he never tried again until you came into the picture.

jade leech : no, he hasn't probably been in one. he never thought about it, since there are more things to focus on then love.

floyd leech : he hasn't. though his reasoning is definitely different then jade's. he has seen couples throughout his life and he rather let love find him instead of chasing it himself. probably thinks that'd be more adventurous.

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ SCARABIA  を ˎˊ

kalim al-asim : this boy probably has been in one. and sadly he most likely was used for his wealth. he'd be too in love with the person to notice that spoiling them only caused them to be more greedy and manipulative. it wasn't till jamil told him and he actually listened and then realized.

jamil viper : he probably never saw the hype and interest of being in one. and he saw them as time wasting and just something that he'd never have.

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ POMEFIORE  を ˎˊ

vil shoenheit : for his looks, most definitely has been in some. probably even ended up making some of the his past partners cry because of his honest opinion on their looks.

rook hunt : probably has once. and that once didn't work out since his partner most likely didn't see things as he does. founded the use of french words cliche and just left him.

epel felmier : relationships weren’t the peak of his interest, apples were.

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ DIASOMNIA  を ˎˊ

malleus draconia : you were his first relationship and he didn't have any knowledge of what a relationship included. he just knew he held feelings for you; and he just knew he had to treat you like royalty now

lilia vanrouge : this old fae has had some once in a while during his years of living. but they all don't work out for several different reason. though he has never let it get to him.

silver : he hasn't. and hadn't even put in thought about having one because having malleus to guard feelings like a responsibility to him and having to take two people in the future? he rather not, he had enjoyed his naps whenever it was sebek watching malleus.

sebek : maybe has tried going out with someone but it didn't work out when the person realized how loud and hot-blooded sebek truly can be. you however have managed to deal with it, even if it bothers you; you still dearly care for him <3

ʿʿ ⋆ ᳝ ֺ IGNIHYDE  を ˎˊ

idia shroud : with his shy personality, idia most likely has not been in an relationship. probably plays games to sooth his loneliness, but he had secretly wished deep inside that someone would show up and love him and care dearly for him <3

#twisted wonderland malleus #twst kalim #twst riddle #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst floyd #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #headcanons #fypシ゚viral #twst scenarios #jade leech #floyd leech #diasomnia #kalim al asim #jamil headcanons #jamil viper #silver #vil shoenheit #twst epel

[momotonescreaming]

Wip Weekend

I have been tagged by the lovely @findafight, and now that it's the weekend in my timezone, I can actually do this. Thank you 😘

The Rules

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

The Files:

sleepy morning times

Steve and his Mum P2

KingSteve85 is Online Part 2

long distance

nudie patootie

Snippet and tags under the cut!

The Snippet:

Steve snorts again, shaking his head, not bothering to hold it back. He slowly puts on the undershirt, muscles tensing deliberately as he does so - flexing. Fabric straining over his biceps, his pecs, putting on a show. Eddie can see as he bites his lip and looks almost coyly over his shoulder to look at him.

“Well, now you’re just taunting me,” Eddie pouts, making his bottom lip wobble just so. “You won’t acknowledge your ass eating skills, you’re getting dressed, you’re leaving me.”

Something in Steve’s gaze softens. Almost melts. He takes a step towards Eddie, clad only in his boxer-briefs and undershirt. Eddie’s playing it up, being dramatic, making a joke. But Steve knows the undercurrent of anxiety is very real. The underlying fear, the anxiety spiral, the what if scenarios that his mind can’t stop focusing on. So Steve steps closer.

“I’ll be back.” He says, moving even closer and bringing a hand up to gently cradle Eddie’s jaw. Thumb moving in slow, careful circles, brushing against stubble. “And when I am, then, we can acknowledge my ass eating skills. Because if we go into it now, you will make me late, and Robin will have your ass.”

“I’ve never made you late a day in your life,” Eddie retorts, very much in the knowledge that he has made Steve late for his brunch with Robin before. His boyfriend showing up with hastily styled hair and an assortment of hickeys on his neck.

“Yes you have,” Steve replies simply. “And today isn’t going to be another one of them.”

No Pressure Tags:

@eriquin @shares-a-vest @nburkhardt @steddielations @cranberrymoons @starryeyedjanai @t-boyeddie

#wip weekend #tag game

[tiltedsyllogism]

for fic wip meme: 'wayne is not okay actually' because i'm apparently in a torment that little stoner kind of mood as of late.

(from this fic ask meme)

this is only a few days old (and a prime example of how making a you-have-to-finish-something-first rule never works.) It comes from a combination of two things: 1) @cicada-circuitry's Molly/Margo fic (or rather the tags on and comment conversation about that fic) about how it's quite possible and reasonable that some(/all) of Molly's extracurricular relationships might in fact be a point of tension between her and Wayne, and

2) ongoing conversations with @havingbeenbreathedout about how one of the strengths of FAM's characterizations is that we get to see (most of) its major characters engaging in self-deception about what the world is like or their role in it

they cross-pollinated in my head in a way that has me wondering about the kinds of stories Wayne tells himself about himself, about Molly, and about their marriage in order to manage any bad feelings he might have about her relationships with others. And also about how willing he is to own up to having those bad feelings at all! Because Wayne is amazing and all, but none of us are exempt from self-deception.

Anyway, here is everything I have that isn't notes a bit of dialogue. It's Wayne PoV, set around 1986, and the premise is that a) Margo and Molly have a long-term casual arrangement, b) Margo is becoming deeply invested in Sergei, c) Molly has just picked up on that and is feeling jealous and d) she and Wayne are discussing that. Below the cut:

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Wayne follows her into the darkened kitchen, where she’s staring into the fridge. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Does it sound like it’s going in that direction?”

“Fuck if I know,” Molly says. “Probably not. You know what Margo’s like.”

Wayne doesn’t really know what Margo’s like. Wayne’s met her a handful of times but she’s always distant, always crisp. And there’s no way she’s like that with Molly, at least not all the time. Most of what Wayne knows about Margo are facts he could learn from a newspaper or the things he invented back before he took responsibility for his own fears and stopped letting himself brood about her. So no, he really doesn’t know, and it annoys him that Molly doesn’t seem to understand that. But that’s not a helpful response, so Wayne nods to himself in the dark, dialing down his heartbeat, softening his tone before it comes out of his mouth.

“So then what are you upset about?” he asks. 

“Leave it the fuck alone, Wayne.” Molly doesn’t turn around. “You don’t understand.”

“That’s right, Molly, I don’t understand.” His voice is getting higher, which means he’s probably upset and should probably stop talking, but he doesn’t do that. “Because last I checked your thing with Margo was, was casual and not –” 

“Not what?” Molly asks. She closes the fridge and turns around. “Not what, Wayne? You can’t fuck someone for seven years and not…”

Not what? he wants to ask. But that would be childish, so he waits.

“And not care about what they feel.” Molly has folded her arms and looked away. As if he could even see her face in their dark kitchen anyway. She can’t ever look at him when she says something important.

“Well that’s funny, Molly, because you’ve been fucking me a lot longer than that and in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m having some feelings about this too. Do you care about that?”

#for all mankind #wayne cobb #my fic #molly cobb #margo madison #molly x wayne #margo x molly