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mx-your-name · 1 month

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His Goddess - 2

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, minimum Obsessed Adam, mention of willing to kill angels and sinners, Adam trying to fight a literal GOD, slight mention of sized and mommy kink, a weird ass dead Angel willing to do anything for you that goes by the name of fucking ADAM!

-Like any normal day you were awake doing business whether it was watching over the mortal world, heaven, or hell

-Just then you had to get called into a meeting making you even more annoyed while you were trying to maintain all three places which were all chaotic.. Lute was a mess after Adam’s death with Sera and Emily trying to cheer her up or something, hell was hell, and Earth was just a mix of heaven and hell that was 10x worse than both

-And to your no amusement only to find out that the meeting had lasted for three hours!

-Not only did you miss out on normal day activities you do but Adam was also panicked on where you were at

-He had woken up and went to the normal spot to find you NOT there so he thought you were in your library or something? Nope! Garden? Not there either! He had looked everywhere only to find no one, not his goddess in sight

-Adam knew he shouldn’t worry since you were not only a HOT GODDESS but one that is more powerful than the other four

-Including your hot and sexiness

- *s i g h s in d i s a p p o i n t m e n t*

-Image him calling you tall milf or Mommy cause how you always towered over him.. yeah weird motherfucker but we still love him

-You see how cocky he is about himself just wait until he tells you all the cool stuff that he had done for you to fall more in love with him but fails miserably, you already saw everything he had done from the start of time itself

-Size kink, you can’t tell me otherwise! Whether it’s you or him that’s taller! He’ll still have a size kink no matter what!

-Still calls you a bitch but instead he says, “milf bitch,” or “tall bitch,” or “hot bitch,” or even “mommy bitch,” He’s still coming up with more nicknames for you till this day, yeah weird motherfucker am I right?

-I regret doing this but I love him sfm…

-Has told you multiple times that you belonged to him and him alone which is like 5 or 6 times PER DAY sadly..

-Of course he trusts that you’d never leave him for someone else like who would? He’s Adam! The first man! The dickmaster! He just doesn’t trust that goody tooshoo Cupid guy that talks nonstop about love this and love that

-Yeah.. he definitely had to tell himself that he was the only one made for you and you alone. He fucking CACKLED for the past 5 10 minutes about that

-Meanwhile you were super bored in the meeting which was talking about what to do with certain IMP’s in hell that were going back up to the human world messing with the people and killing them after getting more calls from clients and shit about that

-You were really wishing you brought Adam in here to make it entertaining and have some views from a person that knew sinners personally that just wanted to kill them

-Now when you were looking through the eyes you have everywhere and saw Adam laughing to himself then leaving to grab a drink and sip on it, maybe it was in fact the best idea to not have him come to this Gods meeting

“I say we just go down there and handle them ourselves! Sooner or later they are gonna need to learn to not FUCK with the human world and just stay in their damn place! Maybe we should even give Stolas a visit about him letting those IMP’s use his book that was passed on through his family from us!” Demeter shouted slamming her fist on the table now standing up from her chair knocking it over making it tumble onto the ground. The vines alongside the wall as decoration grew bigger fast from her anger that was swelling up inside of her.

“Not only that but they are messing with nature! The nature that I took my time growing! The nature that I took my time out of my schedule to plant in the place that was needed and thought out only from it all gets mostly destroyed by.. fucking IMP’s!” Her shouting was heard throughout the entire room and through the giant down for all of your 40 foot tall frames. The vines growing faster and faster the more her anger boiled, Eros shirking down a bit muttering how this didn’t feel like a lovely conversation anymore.

Themis sat there, her hands intertwined neatly on the table, staring at Demeter through her blindfold over her eyes with a straight face. Ares felt the anger that was all so familiar that he knew during the wars he went through time and time again for humans only that was never really appreciated or respected anymore nowadays. You knew every emotion that everyone was feeling, you sat at your seat in between both sides. Resting your face in the palm of your hand that stood up on the arm of your chair wanting this meeting to be over since you still had stuff that you needed to get down.

For example like making sure that Adam hadn’t gone mad when finding that you were missing and leaving your place without him. It was always important to him that when you left you had to take him with you since he was always feeling like you were just cheating on him with that Cupid guy which Adam refers to him as. Yeah you had to tell him just because you're leaving without him doesn’t mean you're doing any of that with Eros after all he wasn’t anything more. That but also because Eros already basically had two wives since he is Cupid.

You also had to remind Adam that you two weren’t dating, which Adam acted so dramatic about crying that you didn’t love him anymore. He had crocodile tears going down his face, sighing as you lifted him up in your hands telling him to stop crying. When he thought you weren’t looking he had a smirk on his face knowing that he won the conversation. He “always” did, instead you only let him since Eros told you over and over that he could feel Adam’s love for you raiding off of him, but told you privately that the love Adam had for you was more toxic and possessive but still said it was so cute to see the love between you two!

“Demeter, please calm down. We’ll get this whole situation sorted out in no time and you know revealing ourselves to anyone besides to the certain people that know about us would mess up everything and would cause chaos to arise. We’ll all come up with a plan on what to do, maybe we could speak to Stolas about the matter after all he knows of our existence because of his family.” You told Demeter, breaking through the tension between everyone once snapping out of your thoughts about the matter you're gonna have to deal with when getting back to your place.

“I sincerely apologize, [Name]. I’m just a bit mad for what those IMP’s are doing to my amazing plants down on the planet Earth.” She explained, her vines shrinking back down with a swipe of her hand. Her once chair that laid on the ground was now sat back up thanks to her plants that sprouted from the bottom of her feet. Demeter sat back down in her seat with a swift motion, Eros now sitting back up in his pink chair that had hearts on it that was designed that was to his liking.

-After that whole thing the meeting went completely normal figuring out ideas and coming up with a way to get what Demeter wanted without breaking any of the rules

-Never have you been so thankful in your life when the meeting finally ended letting all five of you go back to what you were doing before the three hour long God and Goddess gathering

-Snapping your fingers you were easily back at your place, Adam who was watching television with a slurpee in hand sipping on it

-Your once 40 foot tall height shrunk down to ten feet that was still taller than Adam since you didn’t feel comfortable being short cause it didn’t fit you, that’s what you’d always say

-Once you sat down beside him on the couch expect him to immediately cling onto you like you were a jungle gym or something

-For a warning he ain’t ever gonna let go until he feels that he can but will still cling to your side wherever your heart leads you to

-Threatening anyone that he deems competition that’ll try and fight for your love

-Yes he HAS in fact threatened the other gods even the goddesses about staying away from you his lover

-Oh my YOU! He almost died a second time thanks to Ares but it was stopped by you. Adam knew that you’d protect him but didn’t show it telling you that he could’ve handled it on his own

-no… just no-

-Adam so wished Lute was here so he could show you off to her and say he had hit the jackpot on finding the one that was always meant to be his lover from the start

-He does miss Lute most of the time feeling a bit lonely without his best friend by his side but at least you're here with him! Not like you're ever gonna leave. He wasn’t able to die again with him by your side and you wouldn’t be able to die since you are a LITERAL goddess

-Had tried to convince you to bring Lute up here multiple times but you told him that you weren’t able to do that for the sake of the rules that were written down for you, you did tell him that if she did die that she would come up here and could stay here with the two of you if he wanted. Adam agreed with little hesitation because he realized that he might get you all to himself but if Lute was her she could protect you like your bodyguard

-As if you were gonna need one! If anyone tried attacking you they’re flicked away and if they did manage to after trying to get to where your at

“Oh come on Sugar tits! You will live Lute and we both could get what we want! I can have my best pal with me and you could have another person to add to this house that could pretty you!” Adam tried convincing you, walking side by side in the garden of flowers that Demeter had set up for you since she said your house was a bit dull m, that was but it wasn’t anymore when Adam arrived here and moved in total with your permission.

“I had already told you Adam, I’m not aloud the only way she could come up here is if she dies WITHOUT it being caused by me or any of the others.” You told him for the second time in the past two minutes man. Wait sugar tits? Oh great another nickname for you, guess it was a bit better than bitch mommy, gross. “Oh don’t be like that babes, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s just one person!” Adam said, slurping on his slurpee in hand, his golden wings resting behind his back. He no longer had his weird looking mask since he had died without it on.

“You ask one more time and I’ll take you going on walks with me in the garden away no scratch that, I'll take you sleeping with me away for a whole damn week if it makes you be quiet.” That had gotten Adam to shut up rather quickly huh guess that’s one of the things he doesn’t wanna go a week without or even a single day. He had bugged you so much one time so you kicked him out of your room for a whole night, he slept outside the door and apologized for what he did later that morning. He couldn’t even stand the feeling of sleeping without you in your big giant bed together.

Nodding your head as you continue your way through the garden admiring the flowers that Demeter had made for you. It was rather normal for all the gods or in other cases goddesses to give the others housewarming gifts. Demeter gave all of you plants and flowers, Eros had gotten any pink and pastel colors to represent love. Ares had gotten all shades of red and some black ones that often had both colors mixed to represent the war for him which he loved gladly.

Themis had gotten just blue that were all shades since she only wanted blue and some were white as an exception since Demeter said it was too bluey for the whole garden. You had gotten all kinds of colors since you were creation and creation could make any color and another part of the garden had darker shades of colors including black, all shades of gray, brown, and etc to represent the destruction.

Ares gave every person some knight armory stands along side the outside or inside of the huge like places you all live at to represent the protection of knights that could come to live from his power to protect the place it guards if anything tried to ever attack which was very unlikely but better be safe than sorry. Eros gifted everyone scented candles with your favorite scents and always gave you all new ones every once or two weeks cause the old ones melt away but that’s okay!

Themis gifted everyone scale if anyone needed an option on anything if you don’t ever make up your mind or see where a person should go to be either reincarnated or whiling them from the face of the entire existence. Your gift to everyone was to make anything they wished for since you had creation letting you create anything with the power of your magic that didn’t break a single sweat from you.

“How does a nice dinner and a movie tonight sound to you?” Breaking the silence with ease as your hand held the flower between your fingertips, the beauty is always surprising on how pretty and amazing things can look if you just focus on the present instead of technology, staying inside all day, or just not giving a single care about the world at all. “That sounds awesome, sugar tits.” Adam quickly agreed, grinning ear to ear, and there that nickname was there again.

Not able to hold the smile back from appearing on your face, letting out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids open up revealing [color] eyes that had a star in the middle of it as the pupils. What made you even more beautiful to Adam in the scenery was your smile that would be worth a thousand or even more words that he spent in a heartbeat. But also because of the way you looked at him with pure eyes that seemed to easily overpower anyone if they tried to fight you, yet again they held both the sunset and sunrise you would always want to see with your significant other every day at any given chance that was open for free.

The sun shining brightly behind you making your appearance glow brightly made Adam feel like he fell so much harder for you than he already was. If he thought he was already deeply in love with you, this one handed split second had sealed the deal on his love that he felt for only you. And the way you were looking at him with laughter and a smile he knew you must love him back. If it wasn’t his cockyness talking he would say that he was glad you were starting to love him but maybe not as much as he loves you but that’s okay cause he could love you with all the love he’d offer. Maybe even kill sinners and angels combined to see you give him that smile every day.

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID - MAKI’S PLAN

“it’s gonna go well, y/n. didn’t he ask you if you would be here?” maki asks as you’re looking at yourself in the mirror for the hundredth time. you’ve been fixing your hair for half an hour, not wanting it to look messy while also contemplating if you’ve chosen the right clothes.

“i know, but i still want to look my best, what if he sees me up close and thinks i’m ugly or something? i don’t want to fuck anything up by being weird or anything either. like what if i start to talk a lot with him and he thinks i’m super weird and-“ “y/n. you’re the prettiest girl to ever exist and if he thinks you’re weird, he’s the weird one. just be yourself and everything will be okay, so stop worrying so much,” maki puts her hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you.

you take a deep breath and close your eyes for a quick moment before panda walks into maki’s room. “they’re here now,” he says and maki flashes you a reassuring smile before leaving you alone in the room and heading downstairs towards the hallway to meet up the first years.

the voices of them can be heard as you walk out of the room, taking slow steps down the stairs as you’re trying not to overthink the entire situation. but it’s difficult not to. what if you do something that causes megumi to not want to talk to you? will it be super awkward between you two? what will your friends come up with? how will tonight turn out? will he stay the night or will he go home early because he doesn’t feel comfortable. there’s every type of thought swarming your head.

when you finally walk into the hallway where everyone else are, you can see the faces of the three first years. yuji is as talkative as always while nobara joins in on the conversation. meanwhile, megumi is standing beside them with his arms crossed as he’s looking around, his gaze suddenly meeting yours for a quick second before looking away.

the first years walk inside the house and go to put all of their things in the living room where you’ll be spending most of the evening before it’s time to sleep. megumi doesn’t seem to smile even once while you all walk into the living room and get ready to watch a movie.

you and maki prepared snacks for everyone which is now standing on the table in front of the couch. this one is a lot bigger than the one at megumi’s dorm as everyone can now fit. “okay, how about we watch a horror movie? any suggestions?” maki asks as she clicks herself into netflix on the tv. everyone thinks about their best suggestions until yuji says something. “maybe we could watch the latest scream movie, it’s a classic after all.”

everyone seems to agree and maki soon puts on the chosen movie. the opening scene causes you to flinch as ghost face suddenly appears out of nowhere, murdering the person who’s been shown the most for the first couple of minutes, the title of the movie soon rolls in and the movie starts for real.

you lean back on the couch, glancing over at megumi every once in a while. he’s sitting in between yuji and nobara who are quietly fighting each other about a candy that they both want. megumi seems to try and ignore it as he stares towards the tv, but he rolls his eyes every now and then, probably finding it rather irritating to sit between those two.

your eyes won’t drift away from his, you can stop looking towards him. it is only when he turns his head that you look away, not wanting him to see you gazing towards him. but when you look back at him again, he’s now the one watching you, flashing you a light smile before quickly turning his head yet again.

maki nudges your shoulder. “you have to do something,” she whispers but you shakes your head frantically, not wanting to do anything, especially not now when everyone’s in the room. “why not? i could ask you two to cook dinner so you can spend time alone.

she smiles reassuringly but you keep shaking your head. “i don’t want it to be awkward,” you mumble, causing her to give you a blank stare while tilting her head to the side. “if you don’t make a move today i will haunt you when i die, i swear.”

the movie continues and an hour later it finally ends, causing maki to clap her hands together. “alright, we need some people to make dinner! y/n and megumi, do you want to? i can go show you where everything is,” maki speaks and you give her a glare which only causes her to smile more. megumi lets out a quiet “okay” before the three of you go to the kitchen together.

you stand in silence while maki shows where everything in the kitchen is and gets a few ingredients from the fridge so you and megumi can make hamburgers for everyone. then, after only five minutes she goes back to the living room, leaving you and megumi alone.

he clears his throat and scratches his temple slightly. “what do you wanna do? do you wanna cut the vegetables, prepare the fries or make the burgers?” he asks, not seeming to look at you as both of you are staring down at the floor. “i can cut the vegetables if that’s okay,” you mumble and he nods. “that’s okay.”

the kitchen isn’t the biggest so you and megumi have to stand rather close to one another as he’s cooking the burgers while you’re cutting the vegetables. his arms touches yours for a quick second before megumi has to flip the burgers.

laughs of your friends can be heard from the living room and megumi sighs lowly. “wasn’t very nice of them to have us do the job,” he chuckles lightly and you nod, looking up at him quickly before turning your head again to look back at the vegetables you’re cutting. “we should ask someone else to help us so they can fix the fries.” “no, it’s fine. we can handle, i can do the fries as well when i’m done with this.”

silence takes over the kitchen as the two of you are preparing dinner for everyone. you’re trying to cut the vegetables perfectly as megumi finishes cooking the burgers and goes to prepare the fries. your friends are still laughing and talking in the living room, seeming to have fun as you and megumi are stuck cooking dinner.

“are you gonna stay the night here?” he asks which causes you to look up at him as you stop cutting the vegetables. “i think so,” you say, flashing him a sweet smile before putting all vegetables on a small plate and then going to wash the cutting board and knife. “are you gonna stay?”

he shrugs his shoulders as he leans against the fridge while waiting for the fries to be ready to eat. “probably, depends on what yuji and nobara does. but is the house even big enough for all of us?” you nod and put the cutting board away. “yeah, maki has had more people here before that’s slept over, so it should be fine.”

megumi reflects your smile and after only twenty minutes, the two of you walk into the living room with the food you’ve cooked together. you take a few turns to bring everything together with plates and your friends look down at the food with hungry eyes as if they haven’t eaten for years.

“thank you! i’m sure this will taste amazing,” yuji says before beginning to dig into a hamburger. he lets out a satisfied sigh before everyone else begins to eat as well. megumi gives you a thumbs up when noticing how they all enjoy it and you respond by giving him a thumbs up as well.

the evening continues on and soon the night arrives. even though most of you had planned to stay up all night, the amount of movies you watched and how much food and snacks you ate, the sleepiness is slowly taking over.

yuji, nobara, toge and panda are already asleep on the couch while you, maki, yuta and megumi are awake, well, barely.

maki is leaning her head on yuta’s shoulder while he has his hand in hers, causing a smile to paint your lips. they seem to have finally talked about everything that was needed to talk about, when thinking about it, yuta nor maki have seem to avoid each other tonight or in the group chat lately.

you’re now sitting beside megumi while looking at everyone else. maki and yuta are slowly falling asleep but you however cannot seem to do the same, not when your heart is beating incredibly fast.

“are you tired?” megumi suddenly asks as he shifts a little on the couch. “yeah, it’s getting pretty late,” you mumble while looking at him with a tired smile on your face. he chuckles lightly and leans his head back against the cushion. “what did you think of the movies we watched?”

“they were good, too many horror movies though.” “are you scared?” you roll your eyes and shake your head which causes him to laugh quietly. “i’m a good fighter, don’t worry. no one would be able to get to you,” he speaks which for some reason melts your entire heart and it must be visible in your eyes as he shuffles slightly closer to you.

without thinking twice, you lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, just embracing the warmth he brings just by being close. not another word is spoken, but you’re well aware that this night went better than you could’ve expected.

ELEVEN | MASTERLIST | THIRTEEN

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

WARNINGS: cursing

AUTHOR’S NOTES: i haven’t proofread this and i wrote parts of this last night when i was tired so it might be a little messy but i hope it’s still okay!!

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nicolesainz · 2 months

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You belong with me (MM7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

Author’s note: I am in the middle of a Charles Leclerc fic and studying for exams and yet at 11 at night all I am willing to do is write a fic about Mase. So here you go! It’s a very simple plot from Mason’s POV.

Summary: You indeed belong with him, you just haven’t realized it yet. Mason has been trying everything and when the perfect opportunity arises, he is willing to take it up and make you his.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, minor violence, soft in the end!

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. There is no one else in this world that I would want to make and call ‘mine’. If I had a lamp with a genie inside, my only wish would be to let me love her unconditionally.

It’s a pity she won’t let me love her. She’s in search for the love of a man that doesn’t even want her. Even worse, can’t provide her the love I can and am willing to give. I feel sick to my stomach knowing her heart has been engraved with his name instead of mine.

Y/N and I have been best friends before we could even talk. As babies our eyes and childish giggles would do the trick. As we were growing up, our relationship became stronger and we were attacked to the hip. She’d beg her mother to stay over at my house and I would beg my mom to stay over at her house.

We would never sleep. We would talk endless hours about what we want to do in life. What we want to succeed in. What our lives would be in 20 years time.

“I will be playing for Chelsea one day and I will win the Champions League. I promise you.” I said as a young boy, hopping on my bed, with a dream and passion to motivate me.

“You will be a superstar one day, Masey. And I will always be by your side to cheer for you.” Y/n replied, looking up to me, with a massive smile plastered on her face and her bubbly eyes admiring me.

Y/n did keep her word. She’s been present to all of my games. Whether those were in London, in Holland or other parts of the world, she has been truly my biggest fan. At winning games and losing games, she’s stood by me like no one else has or will ever do so.

Every goal I scored was dedicated to her. My celebrations would vary but a small heart would always be included. If I ever forgot the heart celebration, I would go up to the camera and mouth an ‘I love you’ to the screen so she would see it.

A lot of people in high school believed that we were dating. I would’ve loved to confirm those rumors, although y/n’a undying love for the nerd, tall boy in our class would ruin everything I wished for. He was expressionless and would simply smile like an idiot to her whenever they had a small conversation.

The moment we stopped sitting next to each other my blood would boil every time I caught him looking at her. I would send her small paper notes to keep her distracted from his presence. At times, I wasn’t able to go to class because of games or practice so for the entirely of the time, she would occupy my thoughts and I would ask her other friends if anything happened.

Till this very day, the only person that truly knows how deeply in love I am with y/n, is Declan. And I think he’s kind of sick hearing me blabber about how I would gift her the world, the planets and the night sky full of stars just to be with her.

“I know you love her mate but you’re clearly not what she wants.” One day Declan hit me with the realization that I may not be the boy she loves. And it was partially true. I wasn’t. Not until the perfect chance popped up.

It was Valentine’s Day and coincidentally Y/n birthday as well. Everyone in our class knew so her nickname in high school was Mrs. Cupid. They said that she could have whoever she desired. And yet this never happened. The idiot she loved was a scared man who couldn’t handle the portions of love she was showering him with.

It was our class reunion after almost 10 years. Me and y/n knew about the whereabouts of some old classmates so seeing them again would be like a casual hang out. Other hand lost touch so we would be seeing them again after years. Y/n would also be faced with the asshole she had been pinning about.

“How do I look Mase?” She appeared in front of me with a golden sparkly top and a black skirt that was perfectly showing off her figure. Her hair was let down in soft summery curls with lips more red than Manchester’s color. My heart started thumping so fast, I could run a marathon and come back without a hint of sweat. She’s so majestic.

“You’re beautiful darling.” Was all I said with a soft smile on my lips, even though I hid all my true thoughts for her appearance.

“Oh why thank you Mr. Mount. You are very handsome yourself.” I blush at her sweet words. She has an effect on me which I do not try to hide. Unfortunately I know that the reason why she is so insanely beautifully dressed is because he will be there. She would love to have another try. Maybe a final one.

"Shall we get going? You will start getting annoyed with your heels very soon so better be sat than sorry." I point out trying to clear my head from all the intrusive thoughts.

"Oh yes, plus you've got a game tomorrow. We have to come back early." She grabs her purse and we make our way out of her house. I drove all the way to London with my clothes for the party and for the game tomorrow after training so I could be with her from the moment we enter the club.

"You can stay in the party if you like, I will come and pick you up whenever you want me to." I suggest her by letting her get closer to what she desires but instead letting my desire fly away.

"No influence in the world has a priority against you. We will come back home when you call so. I won't risk your sleeping schedule for my silliness." Y/n takes my free hand into hers and caresses it softly. She keeps making it very difficult for me not to maneuver back the car, lock her in her room and shower her with kisses and tell her how much I love her.

"For now let's go have some fun. It will be nice seeing all the faces of our old classmates."

Most of them still live in London. It was me and three other people who lives far away in different cities. Once we arrived at the bar that we had booked, y/n held my arm nervously and I kissed her forehead, wanting to calm her down. She had no reason to worry. Everyone who knew her loved her. It was only him who couldn't love her like she wished.

When I opened the door and our old classmates noticed us, they all ran towards y/n, giving her hugs and compliments about how beautiful she looked. Some of the boys came up to me and greeted me with a few shakes and congratulations for the transfer to Manchester.

As we reached the barline, he was there talking to some of his old friends and y/n eyes immediately widened from worrying. He looked the same to me, I hadn't noticed anything different. I decided to go up to him and chat a bit, given that for y/n to ease there must be a familiar face in presence.

"Look at that, Mason Mount. How are you dude?"

He suddenly got all arrogant or what? He was a quiet, forgettable and tall boy in high school, what changed all of a sudden?

"Good, good. Settling the in the new life in Manchester. How about you?" I try not to sound as pissed as I may look. I eye him up and down once more trying to understand what difference there is.

"Travelling the world every other weekend, I am exhausted. You get the feeling? Home and away games?" Oh he gained soo much confidence over the years that he got annoying as well.

"Definitely, I agree. So what do you do that requires so much traveling?" Last time I remember he wanted to become a driver but god knows if that could get him anywhere at the age he was.

"I work for Mercedes, as their development driver for Formula 1." I almost chocked on my drink. So he did make it as a driver, almost.

"That's amazing. Good for you mate." That's what gave him all the confidence he has I suppose.

"So what about you and y/n, finally got together? I saw her holding your arm, I assumed you're dating." A smirk formed above his eyes, which made my eyes twitch a tad.

"She's my best friend. So no, we are not dating." I so would have loved to say otherwise even if that meant I had to lie, but I couldn't. It would be wrong for y/n.

"Damn, still haven't given up Mount? I admire your determination. If she was as hot as she is now back in the day, I would have made my move." If he utters another word he will die on the hill and I will be arrested but for the sake of y/n I wouldn't care.

"She's always been extremely beautiful. You were just trying to figure out whether you have a dick or not so your focus was on something else." I got a lot of pats on the back and a lot of 'fuck dude' echos in the background.

"If you are so desperate to try and get into her pants why haven't you flashed at her the trophies and the money? Easier path than trying to sway her with your undying love confessions." I couldn't control myself when he said those disgusting things so my only response was to punch him in the face and throw my drink on him as well.

"You don't deserve an ounce of the love she has for you. You don't deserve the charming smiles you would have woken up next to. You don't deserve anything good, fucking piece of shit." He got up immediately and punched me in the gut with all his strength. I stopped breathing with how my lungs were pressed and all his friends were trying to block him from punching me again.

"Who told you I wanted her to like me in the first place? There's a reason why I never asked her out. You can have all her pathetic emotions for yourself. She still begs for someone she liked since high school. You're a goddamn footballer, why are you so obsessed with her?"

When I finally got up on my feet again and gained my senses, I grabbed his collar before anyone could hold me back from going up to him and gave him a deadly look, as if this would be the last time he was breathing and not coughing blood.

"I loved and will continue to love her no matter what. I do not want anyone else and I am willing to compromise for the sake of her happiness. I was tired of watching her chase your pathetic ass when I could have given her all the love she desires. You can have anyone you like but your time with her is over." As I realised that I said that out loud in public, I turned around to see a fully crying y/n, trying to control her sobs and clear her vision.

Her lower lip was quivering and her eyes were on my hands as I was still holding his shirt very violently. I looked deep into her eyes, although she refused to give me even a single glimpse. I had fucked it up majorly.

"Let him go Mason." Her voice has no emotion in it. More blunt than ever. There was no 'Masey' or 'Mase'. It was stern cold. I did as I was told and turned back to face her full blown red cheeks and lips with smeared lipstick. What had I done?

"I am so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have had, but I..." I couldn't finish my sentence as she walked away from the scene and I immediately run after her. No way in hell I was going to stay back.

"I didn't mean to hit him. He was literally asking for it. If you could hear what he said about you, it was horrible. I couldn't just stand there and let him talk so disrespectfully about you." I never let anyone talk in a mean manner about my girl. Even Conor who once called her 'hot' I almost kicked his leg on purpose in practice.

"Did you mean what you said at the bar? Or was this just a show?" I couldn't believe my ears when she said that she believed that this was just a show. Was that what she thought of me?

"Ask anyone I know on this planet. Ask them about you. Ask them what I have said about you. Ask them how much I love you. Ask them how I would take a bullet for you, how I would put my career on the line if it meant to prioritise you. You have no idea how much I cried the night before I left for Manchester. I called Lewis at 3 am in the morning crying, asking him to help me cancel my contract so I could stay in London. Even if that meant trying to force my way back into Chelsea or another club. Do you really think I would punch a guy for any other girl besides you? Because yes y/n, I love you. I truly am madly in love with you. I love you so much it started to pain me. It was heartbreaking seeing you try to be loved by someone who wasn't deserving of your love when I was there, waiting to give you all the love of the world. If you still think this is all a show, then I am deeply sorry. I just want the best for you."

There was so much more to confess and to explain, although it would take me an eternity to prove to her how much she meant to me. Since day one I knew that if someone would be my endgame, it had to be her.

"You are my best friend, you will always be. We share everything with each other. Why did you never say anything about this? What stopped you from telling me how you were feeling? " She came closer to me and cupped my cheeks softly, caressing my rough skin.

"If I lost you because of my feelings, I would have never forgiven myself. God knows how many nights we spend sleeping in each other's embrace and I whispered in your ear how much I was in love with you. I just hoped one day you listened and wake up realising we should be together. But forcing you to love me, wouldn't be right. That is why I never told anything." This could either break my heart or bring me back to life, there's no way back now.

"Mason, I was in love with you before I ever was with him. He was just my reason to bury all the love I had for you. I was scared of admitting anything because your career kept growing and growing and the thought of being in love with you whilst you were playing in another country with a girlfriend I probably wouldn't even like, would keep me up late at night crying."

Her words broke my heart into a million pieces. My y/n was in love with me as well? The girl of my dreams could have been mine for so long and we wouldn't have had to go through this mess? Y/n loved me, oh my god.

"If you allow me, I will love you for the rest of our lives. Whoever you want to end up with, just tell me, will you allow me to give you all the unconditional love I have for you? All that matters to me is that you are happy. As long as you smile, I know I can smile as well." I lowered my head and our foreheads touched, feeling her breath hit on my lips, which were about to capture hers but I held back for a moment.

"I don't want to be loved by anyone else but you, Mason Tony Mount. If I want to be with someone, I want that person to be you. I want to share my life and love I have with you. We could have been happy now if we both weren't so scared to admit our feelings." I can feel her tears running down my hands as I was trying to bring her face closer to mine.

"Better late than never, am I right?" I took the chance and captured her lips in a full of years of emotions kiss, softer than the touch of clouds but with more love than cupid's arrows. My heart has finally found the pace it will beat when I am with her. It will beat faster than a thousand hearts combined and will be full of happiness.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount #mason mount one shot #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader

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lou-struck · 10 months

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Operation: Stay Away Cupid Pt. 3

OM Brothers & Datables x reader

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Still in the dark about the details of Solomons prank you continue on with your Valentines dates with the brothers. But after awhile you begin to realize that there is something they are not telling you.

Part 1

Part 2

a/n: wow this has taken awhile! My bad!

Part 3 ~

Mammon’s feet have never moved so fast as he rushes back to the House of Lamination to find Lucifer. He swears he saw Cupid’s arrows fly by your head.

If it had hit you, would you really belong to someone else?

It makes him feel sick to his stomach, and he hopes that this cupid thing doesn’t get its hands on you.

He bursts through the doors to Lucifer’s study, only to find Levi already there. The Otaku is panting even heavier than Mammon is despite being in the office longer.

“Wh… You…. MC…” he pants out, doubled over from the overwhelming amount of cardio he has done today.

“Sit down, Mammon,” his elder brother says, gesturing to the vacant seat next to the frightened Otaku.

“Sit down? The Great Mammon will not sit down.” he breathes, puffing out his chest, ready to face off against his older brother. Typically he would’ve just sat to save his own skin, but today, if different, you are in danger. Something is out there trying to steal your heart.

“Mammon,” his brother says sternly. His eyes glanced down at the seat next to Levi as one final gesture before the Avatar of Pride truly loses his patience with his younger brother. “Solomon tricked us; it was only a prank.”

“A prank?” I saw one of those damn magic arrows fly past mc’s had at the races.” Mammon argues, still feeling very worried about you running off into the sunset with some strange magic baby thing.

“An illusion, I’m sure,” Lucifer replies. “Leviathan saw enchanted floating hearts during his date and almost fainted.”

“That true?”

Levi nods, too tired to speak at the moment. Looking to Lucifer to continue the explanation.

“When Mc and I were having our Valentine’s Date, they talked about some human world traditions for the holiday and brought up Cupid themselves. They mentioned that they don’t exist, and we continued on with our romantic date, kissing, chocolates, dancing, etcetera.” Lucifer didn’t have to mention that last part, but it fills him with pride to know that he was the first one to have your lips that day and Mammon knows it.

“Wh- you mean that I ruined a perfectly good afternoon with MY Human because of a little prank?” Mammon stammers, clenching his tanned fist so tightly he is surprised they haven’t fallen off yet. “That shady sorcerer has another thing coming.”

“Yea, Mc and I are going to have to redo our isolation date,” Levi whines at last, his amber eyes blazing with envy. “We didn’t even get to finish our milkshake.”

“That is true, but so far, the two of you haven’t ruined their day; in fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Lucifer hums, “Our dear human, for some reason, loves the chaos you create and will find something to enjoy no matter what. Solomon, of course, will have to reimburse the two of you for any expenses you incurred during your dates, but for now, we shouldn’t tell the others.”

“Operation Stay Away Cupid is still a go? Levi asks. “But why?”

“Damn stupid name for an operation,” Mammon grumbles, picking at his armchair.

Lucifer laughs, swatting his brother’s hand from the upholstery. “Because it makes sure the six of you keep your eyes on Mc during your date. The others will figure it out soon, but I have a feeling a few of them have caught on to this little ruse of Solomon’s.”

“Like who?” Mammon wonders aloud…

Satan ~

Surprisingly, you haven’t seen anything of the Avatar of Wrath today. Surely he would’ve tried to do something to interrupt your date with Lucifer.

After running across the Devildom on your strange yet enjoyable dates with a Mammon and Leviathan, you excitedly head to Satan’s room for a change of pace. The gift you had prepared for him tucked neatly under your arm. Not bothering with knocking, you let yourself into his room as the gentle smell of paper and earl gray tea reaches your nose.

“Is that you, Mc?” his voice calls from somewhere behind the mountain of books near the wall. “I’ll be right out.”

“I’m here.” you smile, stepping toward the center of his room. “I know I’m a bit early, so there is no need to rush.”

“I’m almost ready,” he calls, are your ears pick up on a faint rustling sound. He must be ignoring your previous statement. It’s only a few seconds until you see him come out from behind the book wall wheeling out a little cart with a peaceful smile on his face as he meets your gaze.

“Oh, what’s all this?” you ask, setting the gift down onto one of the many stacks of books that must be older than your grandparents, a step closer to looking at the contents of the cart. It is filled with a strange assortment of art supplies, including thread, glue, thick blank sheets of cardboard, and various paints and stamps.

“Just a little activity for us to do.” He explains, bringing the cart to a stop and walking toward you, holding out what looks to be a gold-leafed book without its cover. “I heard book binding was getting quite trendy in some areas of the human world, so I thought It would be fun if we could decorate the cover of one of your favorite novels.”

“That sounds amazing; you are so creative when it comes to things like this.” you beam. “I think we will have so much fun, but I have never done this before, so you may need to help me.”

“I would be delighted to,” he hums, glancing back at the window.

‘Has it always been boarded up like this?’ you wonder before the handsome Demon recaptures your attention.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, MC,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms almost protectively around your waist. When you hug him back, you swear he starts purring like a cat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, scratching the top of his hair and messing with his blond strands. “I have a gift for you too.” You pull away just enough to grab his present, clad in the cheesy kitten-themed wrapping paper you found while in the human world.

His eyes widen when he notices the adorable wrapping, and he takes it from you, holding the gift gently as if it is made of the brittlest of glass. “Thank you so much,” he murmurs, undoing the ribbon with an even pull.

“You can open it faster, you know,” you point out as he carefully slices through the tape, not tearing the paper in the slightest.

“But then I would rip the paper, and I cannot bring myself to ruin such perfect paper,” he says defensively at last opening the gift.

On the outside, the cardboard box is modeled to look like a book, but on the inside, there are different themed chocolate truffles that are set to match some literary classics from the human world. When you say this at a small bookshop, you know this would be the perfect gift for Satan, and judging by the elated grin on his face, you realize you were right.

“This is wonderful,” he breathes, reading the little key on the top of the box. I believe I will have to try each chocolate while I reread the novels they are inspired from.

He looks so excited at the excuse to spend even more time reading it makes you giggle. “I’m so happy you liked the gift. It’s then you notice a bright pink stack of paper and other reading materials on the little side table next to his usual reading chair.

“Oh, how cute, it’s Cupid,” you say, picking up the image of the winged baby on the glittery card. “I didn’t realize you guys had him down here.”

Setting down his present Satan comes up behind you placing his head on your shoulder as you read the card. “We don’t; these are from the human world.”

“I see; then how did you end up with these cards?” you ask cautiously, features falling slightly, “You don’t have other valentines from the human world, right?”

“No!” he says much louder than anticipated, “you know you’re the only one I feel this way towards. I just bought these for research purposes.”

“Research? About the holiday?” You ask, raising a brow. Strangely, you feel like you had this conversation with Lucifer only a few hours ago.

“Y-yes, the holiday. He replies simply, a pink blush settling on his cheeks. What you don’t realize is that Satan’s mind is currently processing the fact that he had been tricked by the sorcerer. You had never been in any danger. “You humans certainly have wild imaginations when it comes to magic.”

“That we do,” you say proudly. As the two of you begin your book binding date.

In the back of your mind, however, you are beginning to realize that there is something suspicious going on with the Brothers.

Asmodeus~

Asmodeus looks even more handsome than ever as he giddily leads you down a cobblestone pathway to the river. “Just wait until you see the romantic date I have planned for us, Hun.” he purrs, looking at you with such intensity your knees wobble slightly.

You may be immune to the charming effect of his eyes, but the Avatar of Lust never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

“I can’t wait,” you say earnestly, giving his ringed hand a little squeeze. After some of the strange encounters, you have had with the others today, a cutesy, stereotypic Valentine’s date is just what you need to give you a sense of normalcy. And maybe a little PDA, but come on, this Asmodeus we are talking about here, PDA is normal.

“He flashes you a brilliant smile and takes you on to a lightly stained wooden dock overlooking the river. “Alright, surprise.” He gestures to a white-painted rowboat with the cutest little bucket of demonus placed perfectly on the seat. He looks a bit nervous as he looks back at you with pink cheeks. “D-do you like it?”

“I love it,” you say, allowing him to eagerly guide you into the little boat that magically does not rock at all, “This setup looks like it came right out of Devilgram.”

At your praise, his smile gets just a bit sweeter. “I’m glad you think so, darling. I want this little date of ours to be as romantic as possible.” he coos, sliding into the seat next to you; closing the little space between the two of you is second nature to him by now, and you love his teasing little touches with all your heart.

Without even touching the oars, the boat begins to move on its own, riding the rapids and carrying your lovebirds farther and farther from the dock. You look to Asmo with confusion as you wait for him to give you an explanation.

“Nothing to worry about, hun; the boat is enchanted to steer us through the river safely. Think of it as an enchanted lazy river ride.” he giggles, popping open the cork of the bubbly demonus and pouring the light pink liquid into the heart-shaped flutes.

“You certainly were made for Valentine’s Day, Asmo.” you giggle, accepting the flute from his freshly manicured hands. “Oh, before I forget, I have a gift for you.” reaching into your bag, you pull out a long parcel adorned with the biggest pink ribbon you could find and give it to him.

“For me?” he asks seductively. “Doll, you know all I really want from you is a bit of alone time.”

Your skin heats up at his not-so-family-friendly insulation, but you compose yourself quickly. “True, but I think you deserve something else today as well.”

“Oh, aren’t you a tease.” he laughs, carefully opening the gift, The sweet specialty cologne in the gold and crystal molded rose bottle. “This is lovely,” his eyes shine in wonder as he spritzes a bit on himself.

The scent is even better than it was in the department store you found it in. “Smells good. Do you like your gift?”

“I love it,” he purrs, leaning in close. Just as he is about to take your lips with his own. A single white feather floats between your faces, tickling your nose slightly.

“That’s strange; I haven’t seen any birds out.” you hum, turning your attention to the feather that floats down the river further and further away from you.

You may not have an inhuman smell, but there was something familiar about the smell of the feather. Perhaps Asmo knows where it came from.

“It looks like someone has been bad,” you hear him mutter darkly, the statement pulling your gaze from the water and up at the Avatar of Lust.

“Asmo?” you ask, taking in the annoyed expression on the Demon’s face. “Is something wrong?”

The dangerous expression melts away once he looks back at you, and it is replaced with a deep and genuine smile. “Not at all, dear; that little feather just smelled like a friend of mine; it put me in a sour mood thinking about them at a time like this,” he replies, waving the whole thing off.

“A friend?” you ask curiously. “What did they do to make you so angry with them?”

He gives you a soft smile and cups your cheek. “Oh, nothing, then just lied to me about something rather important.”

Beelzebub~

The Giant box of chocolates you are hauling to Beel’s room strains your muscles, but you are determined to get it to him in one piece. It takes far longer than you had anticipated, but you are now outside the double door leading to the twin’s room, where your sixth Valentine’s date of the day awaits. After the first five dates, you are definitely feeling a bit peckish and hope whatever Beel has planned for the two of you involves some food.

How on earth are you going to let yourself into the room? The heavy box in your hands has you quite occupied. Just as you are about to try and open the door with your foot, it swings open to reveal the massive physique of Beel on the other side.

His eyes light up when he sees you, “Oh Mc, you’re here. I thought I heard something.” he smiles cutely. “Do you need any help with that box?”

Too out of breath to answer with your words, you nod urgently. He takes the box and walks further into the room with it as if it were as light as the wight feather you saw while out on the river.

“Thank you, Beel,” you breathe, “Your gift was too heavy for me to carry on my own.”

His cheeks turn a deep crimson color as he stares down at the massive heart-shaped box curiously. “This is all for me?”

“Of course it is,” you laugh, “I think you have the biggest sweet tooth out of everyone.”

“Can I open it?” he asks shyly. He looks like he is holding himself back from tearing into the gift for your sake; it’s too cute, so you nod.

He pop’s off the lid quickly to see the layers, and layers, and layers of human world Valentine’s Day chocolate.

“Ohh, more human world treats,” he hums dreamily, licking his lips.

“More?” you ask curiously, looking to him for an explanation.

“Oh,” he sighs with chocolate already in his mouth, “Those heart candies Solomon gave everyone earlier were delicious; I wonder if he has an~” he pauses and looks as if he had said too much. “N-nothing, Mc. I don’t know what I am saying.

“Oh?” you frown as you try to figure out if this little meeting supposedly everyone had with Solomon has something to do with how strange everyone had been acting today.

“Oh right, I still have to give you my gift,” he says, changing the subject with an absentminded smile. “It’s in the kitchen. Will you come with me?”

It’s not fair to waste your time with Beel playing detective, so you agree happily, but as you start to follow him, you realize that your legs are still tired from hauling his gift up the stairs.

“Are you tired?” he asks, “I can carry you.”

Before he can even finish asking, you hold out your arms so it is easier for him to scoop you up. “Yes, please.” you giggle as he does just that. You feel so safe and secure in his arms as he walks the familiar path toward the kitchen.

The kitchen is unusually clean as he sits you down on one of the tall bar stools next to the island. On the counter lies a big bowl of freshly washed Blood Strawberries and smaller bowls filled with various kinds of melted chocolate and sprinkles.

“It’s not much, but I heard Chocolate covered strawberries are popular for people who like each other to share during Valentine’s Day,” he mumbles. “I asked Lucifer to enchant the doors earlier so I wouldn’t be able to come in here without you, so I wouldn’t eat it all.”

Beel waited to eat?

The sweet sentiment makes your heart skip a beat as you look at the range-haired Demon affectionately.

“This looks delicious, Beel. Let’s start making some; I hate to steal your line, but I am really hungry right now.” you tease, grabbing one of the berries and taking a well-deserved bite.

Belphie ~

This little Valentine’s date marathon you have been on today is far from over, but after making and eating your fill of chocolate-covered strawberries with Beel, you are beginning to feel a bit fatigued from the whole thing.

With Belphie’s little gift bag secure in your arms, you walk up the long spiral staircase to the observatory for your date; you wonder what the Avatar of Sloth has planned for you and if he will act with the same mysterious cautiousness the others had had throughout the day. The doors part for you as you enter, hitting you with a gentle breeze that carries the smell of lavender.

The room has been completely cleared out of all furniture safe for the telescope; now, two easels adorned with black canvases and a cart full of silvery paints stand proudly in the center of the room, along with what looks to be a fairy lumpy mattress.

It’s strange; the little mattress seems to be moving slightly. Your feet tread lightly across the ground so as to not disturb the breathing lump of blankets and pillows.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep without me?.” you call teasingly, looking down at the drowsy brother, Belphie stirs and pokes his head out from under the pile and rubs his eyes. Shifting to a more comfortable position on the mattress. He smoothes out the ruffled blanket on his lap and gives you a big smile.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles. “I just wanted to make sure our spot was comfy.”

“And was it?”

“Very,” he hums, sinking into the pile of pillows, “would you like to try it out?”

“I do, but first, I have to give you your gift,” you say, holding out the light purple gift bag eagerly. So far, all of the brothers have loved your spin on valentines Day gifts, so you hope that he will appreciate the thought you put behind his as well.

He sits up straighter and eyes the bag curiously. “You got me something too?”

“Of course I did,” you beam, watching as he crinkles the tissue paper. “But if you don’t want it, I can take it back.”

“Hmmm, sorry, no take-backs.” he laughs, pulling the paper out of the bag. And pulling out the foil-wrapped chocolate bars. “Oh, these look different than the treats you brought back from the human world last time.”

“I’m glad you noticed,” you chuckle, “These are special chocolates that are made to help you sleep. It’s a good nighttime snack that can calm you down and hopefully give you good dreams.”

His eyes widen as he reads the back of the packaging. “They really can help me sleep?” he asks. “We should try them right away.”

You briefly glance back at the prepared date supplies before looking back at him. Your tiredness wins over your curiosity. “I could use a rest; I’ll share a piece with you.”

He gives you a smile of soft victory and breaks off a piece of chocolate. He then breaks the large square in two.

“Here you go,” he says, holding out the larger half to you. “My brothers must have thrown a lot at you today; you should get the bigger piece.” His words send memories of the past couple of hours flashing through your brain as you taste the rich and creamy treat. The light hints of chamomile soothes your taste buds as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“Mmm, this is good,” he hums. “Thank you so much for giving them to me; you must have put a lot of thought into this.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you say, cheeks heating up at the praise, “I just saw them when I was out shopping, and I thought you would enjoy them. If you ever want more, I can bring you some.”

Why is Belphie acting so normal? He hasn’t seemed irritated or paranoid at all? If something was up with him, wouldn’t you have realized it by now?

“Come on, Mc.” he beckons, opening his arms, “Come and take a nap with me. We both need it.”

You give him a look of soft affection that you seem to only have for him. “Well, how can I refuse when you ask so nicely?”

“What’s with the easels?” you ask, snuggling deeper into his arms and feeling the soft material of his lavender-scented cardigan.

“Oh, never mind that,” he yawns, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala bear. “We can do that later; for now, I don’t think opening any of the windows is a good idea. We might let something in.”

“The windows?” you murmur, looking up at the sealed glass ceiling of the observatory, “What would come in?

“Just that stupid Cupid thing,” his voice barely escapes his mouth, and his eyelids are so heavy it’s a miracle he hasn’t fallen completely asleep yet. Just before he dozes off leaving you with more questions than answers, he speaks again, “Mn’ don’t wanna lose you…”

#obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me headcanons #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #omswd x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader

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tizniz · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday 🌙

Tagged by: @theotherbuckley & @diazsdimples (such a little shit with his post)

Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate 🩵 and happy Wednesday to those who don't!

SURPRISE! I PICKED UP CUPID!BUCK AND WROTE SOMETHING! I'm determined to work past everything that stopped me from continuing it and am going to keep going. So we'll see what happens.

I'm doing a few snippets (treating y'all for being so nice and because it's V-Day) from what I wrote last night, so there's more under the cut along with tags!

Valentine’s Day sucks. You’d think being a descendant of Cupid, one would be all for the holiday. Not Buck. Buck hates the day. Look, he loves love. Is first in line to admit that he is a supporter of love and will happily help anyone and everyone find their one true love. Has done exactly that with many a people. Has developed a reputation because of it. But Valentine’s Day? Valentine’s Day can go die in a deep, dark pit for all he cares.

...

He absently scratches at his arm as he tries to focus enough to pick out a sauce. But he can’t do that until he picks out a type of pasta. Because Eddie is surprisingly picky about what pasta goes with what sauce, and so Buck staggers his way over to the pasta. Boxed, not fresh, because Eddie is also peculiar about that. It honestly makes Buck love the man more. Except the thought of loving his best friend has a shiver running down Buck’s back unpleasantly; not because of his love for Eddie, but simply because it draws in more love from around him. He feels a bit like he’s suffocating. He’s sweating and shivering at the same time. Everything is blurry around him. There’s a couple at the end of the aisle whispering to each other, their new love pouring off of them and over to Buck, crawling along his skin.

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As Buck is sat down on the edge of the bed, he realizes something with a frown. There’s nothing coming from the house. There’s no feelings or emotions or anything. Which Buck has learned to adapt to with Eddie, had actually sought it out tonight. But it does mean something, or someone, is missing. “Chris?” “Valentine’s Day dance, remember?” Eddie places some clothing on the bed beside Buck. “You helped him pick out his outfit.” Right. He did. Buck frowns deeper. He doesn’t really remember it though. “You’re really not feeling well, are you?” Eddie mutters, fingers moving through Buck’s hair once more. It eases some of the throbbing in Buck’s head, and he falls forward until his face is planted into Eddie’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt soft against Buck’s itchy skin. This had been the right move. This is where he needed to be. Already he could feel the silence and lack of emotions from Eddie muffling the too loud noise inside of Buck’s body. He really should have listened to his sister and stayed home. Love sickness was a nasty thing.

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“Good.” Eddie echoes, leaning over to place the glass on the side table. “How you feeling?” Buck wrinkles his nose, eyes falling closed again. “No’ good.” “Get some sleep then.” “Stay?” “I…” Eddie sighs, and then there’s movement before Buck feels a body settle next to his. He shuffles closer until Eddie’s arm winds around him, slotting a leg between Buck’s. “Get some rest, Buck.” “Knew you’d help.” Buck mutters, feeling himself drift off. But it wasn’t spinning and scary like before, in the store. No, here, he feels safe and secure, on steady feet. “Always help…”

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#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #cupid!buck #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic

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fantasylandloser · 4 months

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Cupid

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x woc!reader

Summary: idfk Daryl + apocalypse + love

Warnings: canon typical violence, injury to reader, lots of hurt comfort, angst, nno specific plot

A/N: I just started watching twd and everybodys so attractive and traumatized, I don't know what to do with myself. Anyway enjoy, or don't.

******

When you first met Daryl, you very quickly learned to be cautious of him and his brother. The color of your skin caused unnecessary distress to the eldest brother, and he made sure everyone else was aware of this problem if he was in the mood.

You were tactful about avoiding him for the most part. Until Merle was missing. You weren’t particularly sad about it. You surely wouldn’t miss him, then you began to notice Daryl without worrying his brother was behind him.

He was quiet, withdrawn, helpful, kind in his own way. He was many things, maybe even a good man. The first time you found yourself around him on purpose, you’d been spooked. You ran to the first person you saw, which was Daryl and he pushed you behind him. You hardly realized the way you gripped onto him when he held up his bow an arrow to shoot the walker. Your heart was beating so loudly that when he told you ‘it’s dead now’ you barely heard him. And you didn’t get to thank him before Carol pulled you away.

The next day Daryl found ten perfectly carved wooden arrows outside his tent. He knew it was you. He never told you thank you though, he didn’t know how.

The next time he goes through a bunch of arrows again he finds more outside his tent, probably twenty, they’re perfect, each of them. He hates them. He doesn’t understand them. Which is why you find them thrown back at your feet, when he finds you at the creek washing clothes.

“I can carve my own arrows.” You look taken back slightly, but nod nonetheless.

“I’m aware.” You say trying your best to appear unruffled, but you were also well aware others were watching the two of you.

“You don’t need to be wastin’ your time makin’ these.” He nods to them. Then looks away from you when he sees your look of disappointment.

“I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Your reply is so soft he barely hears you, and he knows he’s a dick by how gutted you sound , but he can’t bring himself to pick the arrows back up so he just walks away.

You stay away from him again after that. Only near him when the group is all together, never making eye contact or standing too close.

*****

The next memorable interaction between Daryl and you is when Andrea shoots him. It was the most reckless thing you’d ever seen in your opinion, and you didn’t have a problem telling her so, much to the shock of the rest of the camp. You couldn’t help being so mad though, you’d finally found safety on the farm and you were a little upset to have it compromised. No other reason.

Someone must have told him when he woke up because when you pass by his tent for the tenth time in an hour, he calls you in. It’s awkward considering how little the two of you have spoken. He doesn’t ask you for anything, even though you offer plenty. He just reaches into his back pocket, hands you a sharp knife with an impeccable blade, tells you that he found it while he was in the woods and figured you’d have use for it.

He asks you to show him the technique you used when you carved his arrows. His way of apologizing you think. You tell him there wasn't a technique, but you let him watch you carve one and he realizes you’re so into it you don't recognize the method to your own madness, you’re just using it to cope, to create.

After that day he lets you carve his arrows, sometimes sitting with you while you do it. The two of you didn’t do much talking but you both appreciated the company.

******

“Raise your arm more.” Daryl tells you. You huff slightly not annoyed, just frustrated.

“It’s heavy.” You complain.

“You made it.” He counters, squatting beside you.

“Not for me.” You murmur. He sighs and takes the crossbow from you. Something you made mostly of wood and spare parts you found around the camp. It was really badass in Daryl’s opinions but for whatever girly reason you were embarrassed.

He had found it when he was looking for you, put away the best you could in your tent, but still it caught his eye. He wasn’t snooping, as you said he was.

Daryl can’t help but admire it, but that’s all he does. He won’t accept it as a gift, not something you put so much work into, so he offered to teach you how to use it instead. You regretted saying yes to that as your shoulder ached.

“Just somethin’ you gotta learn how to do now.” Is all he can offer, you only sigh while stretching your arms once more before taking the crossbow back from him.

“Hold up” You still, but you keep your arm lifted. You let him move the strands of curly hair out your face, some of them falling back to exactly where they were.

‘Alright now you can actually see the target.” You scoff, seeing how pleased he is with himself, but can’t help the amused smile that lights up your face.

“I hate you.” You say, with no bite behind it, but you can actually see the target now. You don’t hit it on the first ten tries, but when you finally do, you smile in triumph, pleased with yourself. You allow yourself that joy for a few seconds, you’ve forgotten Daryl at this point. Because you reload without so much as looking back at him and continue on until the sun is no longer in the sky. For a reason unknown to Daryl, this blooms a feeling of pride in his chest.

******

Sometimes you found yourself watching Daryl's arms. It wasn’t something you did purposefully, he’d be showing something to you and your eyes would just wander. It was a stupid habit that only caused you more trouble than you needed.

“Are you listenin’ to me?” No you were not.

“No.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission, your eyes finally making their way back up to his. “I’m sorry.” You catch the amused glint in his eyes and you know you were caught.

“It’s alright, we'll pick back up-” Daryl’s name is called before he can finish speaking. Shane and Rick nod him over and he gives you a quick look before walking over. They leave to make a run an hour later.

Everytime Daryl leaves you watch for him, waiting for him to get back. You wish you didn’t, but you couldn’t do anything else with him gone, too scared, too nervous. That’s how you end up in such a stupid accident. Falling off the roof of the RV had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done, and stupid. You probably would have been able to just get up and dust yourself off with a few scratches and possibly some sore muscles if you hadn’t landed right on an arrow you’d carved while you waited.

You don’t cry out surprisingly, it’s probably shock. You’re barely aware of your surroundings as Dale and Andrea come from inside and rush you towards the house. You let them push you into the room and lay you on the bed, you let Hershel look at it, but the second he mentions pulling it out you panic, defensively covering it with your hands.

Carol is on the porch waiting for them to get back and they see the panic in her face before she has the chance to say anything. And Daryl sees that you aren’t on top of the RV like you usually are when he’s gone and he starts sprinting towards the house, the others are a close second behind him.

“No please.” You’re not crying still, but you’re panicked, blocking Hershel from getting to you.

“I just want to help you, but you gotta calm down.” Hershel tells you. You let out a series of no’s while you get out of bed. When Daryl finally makes it to the room and sees the situation, he feels a bit of relief. He’s sure you’re in pain and he hates that, but it’s better you be in pain than dead.

“How the hell did this happen?” Daryl asks, when you hear his voice, your head snaps towards him and you call for him.

There's a series of voices answering his question, but he ignores them all when Hershel says “She’s delirious, I need you to hold her down.”

“You gotta lay back down, sweetheart.” Daryl tells you, he walks to you slowly trying not to spook you, He’s never seen you so terrified and he knows the pain must be too much when you're malnourished and sleep deprived and he knows you give most of your rations to Lori.

“I don’t want them to take it out.” He knows you barely know what you’re saying. But he thinks you’re calming down some as your eyes grow wet. You clutch your side as the pain finally catches up with your senses.

“Just lay down and let me look at it.” If you weren’t so out of your mind in pain you’d realize that he was lying, but you were. You agree lying back down. Once you do he attempts to lift your shirt, but it’s stuck to the arrow that hasn’t been pulled out.

He sighs, his arm going around the top of your chest signaling Rick to grab your legs. “Baby, you’re gonna have to let him pull it out.” He sees your panic swell again but grabs your hand before you can do anything.

“Just breathe, okay.” When Hershel starts to go to work on your wound, you face Daryl’s chest as you quietly cry. “I know, I know.” He soothes. Daryl realizes that he doesn’t think he’s seen you cry often since all of this has started and it makes his chest ache a little.

When everything calms down after you pass out from the pain, and Hershel stitches up your wound Daryl finds himself sitting there still with his hand in yours. He doesn’t leave your side until your eyes open.

*****

Daryl gently touches your hair while you tell him about your life before infection. Your head is in his lap and he doesn’t even remember climbing into the bed with you. He allows himself the intimacy, says to himself that it’s to comfort you and not at all for him.

He doesn’t know when he started to feel so comfortable with you, but he thinks you have a way about you that would make any man break down his walls. It scares him. He hates it. He thinks you’re cupid, shooting him with arrows, making him love you.

“Were you with anyone before all this started?” You ask. He only shakes his head. You hum softly, your hands fidgeting with the hand of his that isn’t in your hair. After a while of silence Daryl realizes you fell back asleep, but he can’t bring himself to leave you just yet.

You’d lost so much blood in the day prior, more blood than he thought was survivable, but Hershel said you were fine. He couldn’t shake this feeling though, he just wanted you to be fine, he didn’t want to be scared.

When the herd came for the house Daryl felt panic constrict his throat in a new way. Chaos ensued as he looked for you. When he finally found you, you were holding your own with a group of walkers, he would have found the time to be proud if it weren’t for the way his heart was beating.

By the time you make it to his motorcycle, you killed nearly a dozen with his help. “Hurry the hell up.” He rushes, even though you’re hurrying to the best of your ability.

****

“Where is she?” Daryl asks as he walks through the prison, he doesn’t get an answer but he doesn’t need one as your head pops out at the sound of his voice.

He sees the betrayal in your eyes as you look at him, still he gets closer, just wanting to be near you. He starts to say your name, maybe to apologize, you’re not sure, and you don’t care. You shove him away from you. He comes back.

“You left.” Your voice betrays you, as it quivers. “We needed you here.”

“He’s my brother.” He tries to explain,

“And what are we?” Your voice rises, and it’s the first time you’ve ever yelled at him. It startles him slightly. “Are we not family?” You ask. “What am I?” Daryl clearly doesn’t have an answer for you.

“Baby-” He calls when you turn away, ignoring Merle’s presence as you did before. “Give her space.” Carol tells him. “She’ll come around.”

“What the hell did I miss, little brother?” Merle asks, only to be ignored.

When you finally come back from wherever you run off to, you don’t make a sound if Daryl or Merle speak to you. It’s like how it was before Merle left the first cam, except worse in so many ways.

Daryl just wants you to understand, he doesn’t know how you don’t. He wants to tell you it wasn’t personal, but the words don’t seem right. He works to find the right ones but it’s no matter, they’re aren’t any.

You’re holding baby ass kicker when he finally gets a moment with you. Everything that happens is usually so public to the group now that you have to stick together, so he knows that everyone knows what you mean to him. It’s unnerving.

“M’sorry.” You pause your actions momentarily before going back to tending to the baby. When you don’t so much as acknowledge him, he goes where you and ass kicker are before getting on his knees willing you to look at him.

“You gotta talk to me, alright? Even if you just want to yell or scream or hit me, give me somethin’” He pleads, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You exhale a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I pushed you earlier. Wasn’t right.” Daryl almost scoffs because of course you’re apologizing.

“Deserved it.” He whispers to you, still on his knees in front of you, waiting for your eyes to land on him. You shake your head in disagreement.

“If you leave again, or something happens…” You pause and Daryl wants to tell you nothing will happen and he won’t leave you but he can’t promise that to be true. “I want you to know that I love you,” You whisper. “It’s all I could think about since you left. How I should have told you- how I might never see you again.” When you finally look at him you see his tears, you know he’s hurting.

“I’m not trying to make this harder for you, I just wanted you to know.” He nods, holding his face in your lap, trying to gather his emotions. With the hand that’s not holding the baby you stroke his hair gently, allowing him to cry.

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon angst #fantasylandloserfic

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sumoannoy · 7 months

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【𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥】

It’s a love at first sight thing

You went to a party to catch up with your old friend Kirishima, and there was the number 18 pro hero Ground Zero, staring at you like cupids bow had just shot him

You talk and laugh the whole night, his palms sweating an actually dangerous amount when he asks for your number, while you try to hide how giddy you are when putting it into his phone

From there you go on an awkward first date that’s cute in it’s own way

He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, pays for everything, and even buys you a rose at the end of the night

A few dates later, and he’s ramping up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. The one thing that makes him do it though is Denki trying to make a move on you (only reason he lives to tell the tale is because he did it to make him hurry tf up)

At the start of the relationship it’s all simple, unknowing touches here and there

Him shyly asking if he can hold your hand with a gruff and quiet voice, looking at you for consent before going in to kiss or hug you

He goes above and beyond to just see you, because he can’t get his head wrapped around the fact that YOU are his girlfriend - someone who made his head spin by just walking into a party

The first time he stays over he’s so unbelievably shy nobody would believe it, afraid to lean in too close and scare you off, or do something in your apartment that makes you uncomfortable or angry

He treats you like you’re above everything else on this planet, like you are worth more than anything on earth could put a price on

And then once he gets to know you a lot better, he starts buying you little things

It starts with your favorite crisps and chocolates, with little notes saying ‘you were about to run out idiot’. Then it’s things you point out when you’re together, like a ring in the window of a shop or a dress you saw someone wearing on Instagram

He’ll also do small errands for you, like getting your shopping, putting on a load of washing, doing the dishes just because he doesn’t want you to go without because your busy

And the way he tells you to start calling him Katsuki is the sweetest thing ever in the most Bakugou way possible

You’re both at his apartment, cuddled up on the couch and watching some TV show on Netflix. He’s slowly rubbing his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly, engrossed in the show, happily sitting in your company

You go to move to get a drink, and he softly pulls you down before you have a chance to get to your feet

You say “Bakugou,” to ask him to let you up, but he stops you before you can continue.

“Katsuki.”

“What? Baku—“

“It’s Katsuki.”

“…huh?”

“You’re my girlfriend, you call me Katsuki”

You sat back down and forgot why you ever needed to get up in the first place, replaying the syllables of his name in your head over and over again

When he finds out you’ve been buying his merchandise online he freaks out, and immediately brings over hundreds of unreleased plushies, hoodies, T-Shirts and even blankets

This man was so upset, in his mind it was your first big fight

You’re first big fight though was about the paparazzi

You’re out on a lunch date with him on one of his rare days off, and someone must’ve leaked where you both were

There was hundreds of them because Bakugou was quickly rising through the ranks, him now being number 7 across Japan

When you finally escaped the hoard of flashes he’s livid, and when you try to call him down he snaps at you before dropping you off home and leaving without saying goodbye

It takes 2 hours for this man to calm down and have that gnawing in his stomach before he comes knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers

That’s the night he tells you he loves you, and never wants to be so angry he does something to hurt you again

After about a year you move in together, and he loves the domestic life you have so much it makes his heart literally burst

He had no idea how much he wanted such a quiet and sweet life until he met you

He loved making you dinner, waking you up with soft kisses, opening his lunch at work and seeing the little notes you’d leave for him, watching movies together, all of it

What he adores the most though is that late night talks

When you’re both settling down and getting ready for bed. When you both just talk about your days, and say any thought that comes to mind while delicately tracing each others skin

It’s that closeness, that trust and intimacy that makes Bakugou fall so hard he knows he can never recover

And even after being together for a year and a half he doesn’t understand how you have such a hold over his heart

He loves everything about you; your smile, your eyes, your lips, the way your hair sits even on bad hair days, the way your hands feel when he holds them - there is not a single thing about you he could ever come to hate

And that’s why on your 2 year anniversary he bought a ring.

A diamond one that you talked about at that party as a joke - one you said you’d never be able to have. It sits in the back of his dresser, wrapped up in a black velvet box and a few socks so you won’t find it

He won’t propose yet, he thinks it’s a bit too soon for you and he wants to be able to pay for every wish you have for the wedding

But he does know that he is a lucky son of a bitch, and wants to make sure he holds on to that luck for the rest of his life, if you’ll let him (spoiler alert you will)

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖!

ᔕᑌᗰOᗩᑎᑎOY (っ◔◡◔)っ

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forbidden-sunlight · 5 months

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yandere!Ragatha with gender-neutral! rabbit plush! reader headcanons

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, implied bullying, spoilers for the pilot episode.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your mobile device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, and welcome to another piece for The Amazing Digital Circus! :) This was inspired by another yandere!Ragatha set of headcanons, written by the talented @xciiii! I highly recommend checking it out, so I will leave a link to it here.

Without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! :)

Ragatha is someone who will get attached to her darling slowly as she gets to know them. At first, the realization that she possessed such feelings will embarrass her greatly, these….feelings she has towards them. Yet as time went on, or if anyone keeps tabs on time anymore, her love grew and grew until she…she just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else falling for her darling.

Being trapped in the Amazing Digital Circus is not an ideal place to get attached to anyone beyond being friends, even when Caine’s little adventures have helped her from abstracting like poor Kaufmo. And Kaufmo had been her darling’s friend. Her darling was so upset when they learned about his abstraction. And there was nothing wrong with comforting her darling at their lowest point. Not at all.

At least she wouldn’t have to use the key to their room yet. Jax had been so #@$%^&!* stubborn with handing it over. But she’ll deal with him when the time comes.

Thankfully, Pomni seems to be adjusting just fine and doesn’t have any interest in anything beyond finding a way to leave this exit. If Ragatha was honest…Pomni seemed kind of scared to be around her darling and tried to avoid being paired up with them during activities.

Maybe it’s because her darling is a tiny rabbit doll with floppy ears and tiny red eyes? Ragatha wasn’t sure. Not everyone who comes to this place is able to retain their human form. Look at Kinger, Gangle, Zooble, and Jax.

Gangle liked her darling's form because it reminded the circus' artist of an anime that she used to watch before coming here, though she struggled to remember the name of it.

Ragatha will try not to get jealous when her darling spends an afternoon helping Kinger build a pillow fort or drawing with Gangle, she really will because she knows they like them as only friends, never anything beyond that. A certain periwinkle rabbit will make it hard on her, though, if he tries to flirt with them.

When it came right down to it, Ragatha didn’t care so much about appearances as much as her darling’s personality. And in her defense, she never thought her curiosity, this tiny little crush would become something so suffocating, so lovely, that all she can think about is her darling and making sure they are safe.

If something happened to them…well, she’d go crazy and tear this whole world apart like Kaufmo had tried to do.

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brklynbb · 10 months

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COULD U DO DALLY X SHY READER HCS??

HI HI HI im so so so sorry this took so long to answer!!! ive been a busy little beaver

also i made the reader insanely shy im so sorry. idek if it counts as shy atp, the reader is so sociallly awkward and anxious so im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :(

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stupid cupid

dallas x shy reader hcs

cw — shy!reader, mentions of fighting, mentions of the reader being referred to as a ‘broad’ idk

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- honestly??? he probably didn’t like you at first

- he goes for people like him. cold, tough, loud

- so when he first met you, he was… shocked, to say the least

- you weren’t really much of a talker around him, and everytime he tried to start a conversation, it was instantly shut down

- he truly thought you were really cute, so he kept trying to make conversation

- whenever he’d see you walking down the street and he’d wolf whistle at you, and you wouldn’t say anything, but you’d blush slightly and that would be enough for him to continue doing it

- he slowly went from shocked, to in awe

- he’d never met someone so shy and easily flustered

- eventually, you warmed up to him, as well, and when we he’d try and start a conversation, you’d be a bit more engaged

- after some time, he’d ask you out, saying something along the lines of ‘hey doll, i was thinkin’ you and me head to the nightly double or somethin’. what do you think?”

- he thought the movies were a perfect place for you two to bond, because it wouldn’t mean awkward conversation for you, but he’d still be able to hold your hand and stuff and form a bond

- he’s just thoughtful like that

- no im kidding, he’s not that smart, he just asked johnny how he could ask out a ‘cute looking broad who hates talking’, and johnny just said ‘I dunno, take them to the movies or something.”

- but fast forward a lot, you guys start dating :)

- he always drags you to parties, in which you don’t really engage in conversation

- dallas probably walks around the party talking to people the whole time, or playing pool, and you follow him around and his friends talk to you a lot

- you hook two of your fingers through the belt loop on his jeans so you don’t lose him whenever you guys walk together

- sorry that’s adorable

- he thinks you’re so cute, but absolutely hated introducing you to the gang because of the way you act in conversations, and how the gang is so rowdy and would probably make you even more shy than you are

- it’s fine though because johnny is also a bit timid, so you guys got along

- you reminded the gang of johnny, so they loved you

- dallas isn’t gentle with you when you’re dating, like he’s not soft and doesn’t try and treat you different than he would someone who’s a bit less shy

- idk, if ur anything like me, you’d find it a bit humiliating to be treated differently because you’re on the shyer side, so you’re glad he doesn’t try and be extra soft towards you

- you got what you wanted, authentic dallas Winston

- you take care of Dallas a lot whenever he gets hurt in fights or rumbles

- he trusts you more than anyone

- he probably likes you so much because you’re so much like Johnny. different circumstances obviously, and he’s shy for much different and sad reasons, but you’re still quiet and you try your best to stay out of trouble just like him

- a lot of people think dallas would go for more tough greasera who are extroverted and love parties and talking, but i think he’d go for someone like you, like johnny as well

- i mean there’s a reason he’s best friends with johnny and not steve or soda, for example

- overall he cares abt you so much and takes you under his wing, & although it doesn’t seem like it, he’s very very happy with his shy partner :)

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anyway i cant think of anything else to write!!!! im sry this is so bad i have writers block but it’s already been in my drafts for soooo long

#stay gold #the outsiders #80s movies #dallas winston #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #cherry valance #darrel curtis #headcanon #dallas winston x reader

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hello!! I love this blog, and thank you so much for doing this!!

I was wondering if you know any fics where people try to set them up?

Hi! We have a #matchmaking tag you can check out. Here are some more to add...

Oblivious by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

“Mr. Crowley and Mr. Fell had been truly baffling to watch all evening, often trading jabs about weather and horses and philosophy before stalking away to different corners. And yet they orbited each other, never staying apart for long, always drawn back together. Phoebe had never seen two people so desperately in love and yet so oblivious to it.”

Love is Blind (Tied Up and Gagged) by RoseDoesFanfiction (G)

"What-” Crowley starts, cutting himself off as he tries to make sense of the scene he’s currently observing. His mouth hangs open around the choke of inarticulate sentiments—mostly ardent confusion—he doesn’t have the words to voice. A shaky breath steadies his nerves as he slumps down upon the edge of his bed. From what he can see, Gabriel and Beelzlebub have kidnapped Aziraphale. He would laugh if it wasn’t so achingly tragic. “He was miserable,” Gabriel explains simply. (Or the one where it takes a minor kidnapping to get them to actually sit down and TALK for someone's sake.) Post Season 2 fix-it.

7 minutes in heaven by waddlesthejoghog (T)

"If Crowley and Aziraphale couldn’t figure it out, Muriel would have to take a different approach. It wasn’t enough to put them in the same location. They had to plant some seeds of conversation. They had to come to a conclusion naturally, but with a push." OR Muriel reads every book in the shop, then comes up with a plan to get Aziraphale and Crowley back together.

seven minutes in somewhere by whicorzoo (T)

In which Aziraphale Fell, in his last year at Eden High School, has had a long-standing, unyielding crush on Anthony Crowley that leaves him a flushing, stuttering mess at the other boy’s mere mention. Because of his affliction, he’s vowed to never speak with Crowley to avoid the inevitable and soul-crushing embarrassment that would surely follow. It’s not as if he’s really risking anything this way, anyways; Crowley likely doesn’t even know he exists. His scheming-but-well-intentioned best friend Anathema, a pantry, and a game of seven minutes in heaven aim to break that vow.

Muriel's Arrow by marsnack (T)

After waiting thousands of years Muriel is finally given their first mission on earth. To make humans fall in love. Only one problem. Or several, actually. Muriel isn't all too good at matchmaking. And Hell, for some unknown reason, really wants to steal Cupid's Bow. And er, the Instruction Manual heaven provided Muriel is a little... outdated When Muriel shoots Crowley with Cupid's Arrow, Aziraphale is desperate to find a way to reverse it. But Crowley is acting differently than everyone else who was shot by the bow. Perhaps it was because he's a demon. Or was there another reason?

The Whispers of The Moon by comicallybadwriter (M)

“Aziraphale, for the eleventh time we have enough wine!” Crowley groaned and leant across the bookshop door, waiting as impatiently as one could for their best platonic friend of 6000 years to finally finish packing a picnic basket for a night of looking at the stars. “Angel,” Crowley stepped into the kitchen and took Aziraphale’s hands in his own, “Anything you’re missing right now, I’ll miracle up in the snap of my finger. Literally.” Crowley raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers for show when a tartan ribbon had fallen into his hands suddenly. The angel picked up the ribbon softly and turned it around in his hands, making Crowley pink in the face, “Sssorry Angel let me-” "Turn around dear." ::: Aziraphale and Crowley are finally left alone, but where there's a demon and angel, there's drama. What could possibly be worse than the end of the world? Well, a lovesick demon struggling to cope with the evergrowing need and want for their neighbouring angel could do some damage.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #matchmaking #mod d

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heliads · 8 months

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inej ghafa x fem!reader?? I feel like things like this are missing on tumblr. kaz and reader are a duo and many consider them a couple but r likes inej and inej likes r. just something where kaz is tired of hearing his best friend talking about his other best friend and decides, in his own way, to play "cupid" so they can finally leave him alone. i really need to see kaz being "cupid's best friend" to both of them and being secretly happy for them (male-female friends exist, nobody remembers??)

male-female friends DO exist, speak on that anon

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“I think Kaz Brekker is going to kill me.”

This is not an unusual announcement to make in the Barrel. The fact that you’re saying this aloud to an empty room, although odd, is again not something that happens infrequently. Dirtyhands has a reputation for going after anyone who slights him, and he doesn’t accept apologies when he can take something a little more permanent, like a life. Many of his victims are prone to complaining via soliloquy.

The only difference between you and the dozens of Ketterdam residents currently pacing restlessly in fear of Kaz’s wrath is the response such a statement receives. When you make your pronouncement, instead of being greeted by the rustle of wind against the eaves or an ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach, you’re answered by the Wraith herself.

Inej chooses to respond to you instead of retreating back to the Slat to tell Kaz his latest fear campaign has worked, unlike how she’d treat anyone else. Although she wasn’t visible in the room, the second you speak aloud to the seeming emptiness, Inej appears in a flash of dark fabric, crouched on your window ledge, and says, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You frown at her. “I am not being ridiculous. I think he actually means it this time.”

Inej rolls her eyes, slipping into your room through the window you’re pretty sure was locked from the inside when you were last here. “That’s just his usual friendly demeanor. You’ve known him even longer than I have, Y/N, you can’t possibly think that he means you any harm.”

You grimace. “See, that’s what I thought too. I mean, I met Kaz when we were both kids, I’ve kind of taken our friendship for granted. He’s never so much as stubbed my toe with his cane.”

Inej frowns. “So what changed?”

“It’s happened a few times now,” you admit. “He keeps saying stuff about how something with me has got to change, and if I don’t get around to it, he’ll fix the problem I’ve created. He wasn’t joking, Inej. Whatever I’ve done, he’s not inclined to back down until he gets it sorted out, and you know how Kaz likes to solve his problems.”

Inej winces. “Kaz threatens a lot of people. You can’t take it too much to heart.”

“If you were there, you would know,” you grumble. “He seemed, like, genuinely unhappy. He said that my problem was starting to cast a pall on his reputation. He said I was making it his concern. Usually, he trusts me to sort out my issues, but this– this was different.”

Inej must be able to sense your genuine concern, because her expression softens and she walks forward, placing a soft hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure he doesn’t mean it. Kaz has a lot on his plate. You’re his best friend, Y/N, or so Kaz would say if he would let himself rely on anyone. He doesn’t want you dead.”

You lean into her palm. Just like always, it brings comfort like nothing else. Just like always, you can’t help but chase the warmth of her touch, wishing for more that you may never receive. Not as a friend. Not just this. “You’re his best friend, too. Have you heard anything?”

Inej shakes her head. “Not a word. I can ask, though. Discreetly, of course.”

You smile. “Of course. I trust your secret ways, you know that.”

Inej laughs, and pulls away after a heartbeat, although her eyes follow the place her hand had been for a while longer. “I think I’ll talk to him now. I don’t want you worrying for no reason.”

You let out a grateful sigh. “Thank you, Inej. I mean it.”

She flashes you a grin as she heads back towards the window. “Anytime, Y/N. One more question, though,” she adds, perched halfway in your room and halfway in the open air of the Kerch streets, “How did you know I was here? When you first said you thought Kaz was going to kill you, I mean, how’d you know I would hear it? I didn’t make a sound.”

You lift a shoulder. “I just did.”

Inej frowns crossly. “I need to know so I can improve my skills. What gave it away?”

You grin. “Maybe I didn’t know. Maybe I was just talking to myself.”

Inej scoffs. “You don’t do that.”

She says it with absolute certainty, the product of enough time spent watching from the shadows. “What if I knew when you were watching so I only talked to empty rooms when I knew you weren’t around?” You ask, laughing.

“That still brings us back to the subject of how you always know when I’m there,” Inej points out.

You wave a hand vaguely around. “I don’t know. Honestly. I just feel it, I guess.”

Inej considers this, still crouched on the window ledge, her heels over empty air, her knuckles brushing the cracking paint. You walk closer so you can get a better look at her. The midnight moonlight clings to her hair, her skin; it’s not just you who doesn’t want to let her go, or so it seems. Inej smiles at you, fond, and then she’s gone, disappearing into the empty night air. You surge to the window, but even after sticking your head out and looking around, you can’t spot one flicker of movement. She has simply vanished, as if from the very country itself.

You don’t know that you could respond any better to Inej’s question even if you were ready for it. You never have been able to put a proper name to the sensation you get whenever Inej is nearby. Some could call it infatuation, others could refer to it as a good friendship, but it’s more than that. Inej is the person you look to first in a firefight. Inej is the one you want to see when you have the day off, when you’re finally safe from a dangerous job. It’s her. Always has been.

You started looking for her in earnest the day you realized that the feelings you had for her were more than just platonic. After that, it was easy. Inej is not so pedestrian as to reveal herself in a shower of loose roof tiles, nor a kicked pebble on the street, but she is still human. If you really try, you can hear her in the quiet of perfect stillness. The brush of cloth against cloth. One held breath. Even secrecy makes noise, and you’ve memorized every way to tell it’s her when a shadow lingers nearby.

You don’t get a response until the next morning. You’re idling on the cobblestoned streets, pretending to wait for a friend but really watching the flow of pigeons from the Dime Lions’ club to the Dregs’. You tuck your face into your hand to hide a yawn, and when you look back up, blinking against the crisp wind, Inej is by your side, leaning against the railing of a bridge just a step or two away.

“‘Morning, Inej,” you greet her. “Sleep well?”

She smiles, closing her eyes so she can tilt her head back and bask in the meager few rays of morning sun that have managed to break through the dense clouds that usually block out Ketterdam sunrises. “You know,” she says absentmindedly, “I really do like that about you. Everyone else just demands information whenever I show up. You say hello.”

You feel the corners of your lips flicker up in a traitorous smile despite your best attempts not to respond to the compliment. “Is it terrible if I ask for information on your conversation with Kaz now, then?”

Inej laughs, shaking her head. “No, that's why I’m here. I think you’re right to be scared, by the way.”

You freeze slightly. “You actually think he’s going to kill me? Inej, I thought you were here to reassure me that everything was fine, not confirm my fears.”

Inej ponders this. “I don’t think he’s actually going to kill you. Just shake you up a little, maybe. I think he was more mischievous than genuinely threatening.”

This doesn’t make you feel any better. “Kaz’s idea of a fun parlor joke is stabbing someone through the hand. I’m going to need a little more evidence of his support of me before I sleep well at night again, thank you very much.”

Inej shrugs. “I think it’s very unreasonable for you to want to feel safe around Kaz Brekker, but everyone has to have their dreams, I suppose. If you want an indication of his favor, though, he’s assigned both of us to a job.”

This does grab your attention. Kaz would only trust you with Inej on a job if he really believed in you. Of course, he could be sending Inej to kill you, but you don’t think she’d do that. Inej would never hurt you. She’s pledged that before, and you made the same promise to her.

We all come to the Barrel for terrible, terrible reasons, and sometimes those reasons make themselves known in long and awful nightmares. Sometimes, when you wake up screaming, you need a friend who will never hurt you. Someone you can trust unconditionally. Sometimes, when one girl wakes up in a haze of bad memories, tears hot on her face, she needs another girl to hold her until the shaking stops. A girl to promise that there will be someone else in the world who will watch after her, who will keep the endless fears at bay. It was you for Inej, and it was Inej for you.

So no, then– if Inej was asked to hurt a hair on your head, she would not only refuse but protect you from other would-be assassins. The only answer is to then trust that this mission of Kaz’s is not designed to hurt either of you.

“Alright,” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “What does he want from us?”

He doesn’t provide you with an awful lot of information, that Dirtyhands. Inej tells you an address, a room, an object, and a time. You both head to your destination. There isn’t much security at all, hardly any passersby, so you’re able to slip in without difficulty. Once inside the designated room, you notice that there’s not much inside, just some simple furniture and a note on the desk.

The note you read with increasing indignance. Inej, who has been scouting out the room’s perimeter, glances over at you with concern when you fling the paper back against the desk. “What is it?”

“This is a trap,” you tell her, furious, “And it’s all Kaz’s doing.”

Inej furrows her brow, then softly pads across the room to pick up the note and read it herself. You can tell from the swiftly changing expression on her face alone what she’s discovering, having practically committed the note to memory yourself.

Dear Y/N and Inej,

I have had enough. Both of you have something that you need to tell each other. I have grown tired of both of you tiptoeing around it, so you won’t be leaving until I hear you say it.

K.B.

Both you and Inej turn in unison to stare at the door, but before either of you can start towards it, you hear the door lock with an audible click. You glance towards the window, but Inej shakes her head. “Locked from the outside. He must have specifically chosen this room and secured it beforehand so none of us can get out. It’s basically a holding cell.”

You yell some choice insults at Dirtyhands in general, but you only hear a soft, low laugh from behind the door, which is incredibly frustrating. You pivot slowly back to Inej, who is swaying slightly back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“Well,” you say as casually as you can, “I guess we have to say something to each other, then. That’s it, though, and then we can leave.”

“Yes,” Inej says evenly. “But what to say?”

You have a terrible feeling building in the pit of your stomach, something telling you that you know exactly what Kaz wants you to say to Inej. It might have something to do with the feelings you keep burying whenever she’s around, but the note said that both of you had to say this thing, and there’s no way that Inej could ever– she wouldn’t feel the same way, no. It must be something else, then.

“Any idea what Kaz would want from us? You’re pretty up to date on his motives,” you mention cautiously.

Inej looks studiously at the ground. “You’ve known him for longer. Maybe you would have a better guess than me.”

The floor receives your stare as well. It’s easier than looking her in the eyes. Easier than trying to make a guess as to whether or not she could possibly love you. Inej takes to prodding the door and window for possible gives, even attempting to see if the ceiling could be pushed aside to make room for escape, but no luck.

You plead weakly with her as she attempts to unscrew the hinges of the door with one of her knives. “Is whatever he wants you to say to me really that bad that you would go to all this trouble to avoid it?”

Inej stills, her hand still on the frame of the door. “You have no idea what he wants me to say.”

“But you do,” you counter, “Don’t you?”

“It’s about you,” she whispers. “It could be terrible.”

“If it’s you,” you tell her, “It could never be terrible.”

Slowly, carefully, Inej turns to look at you. Her eyes are wide and haunted. It occurs to you that maybe you were wrong, maybe she is here to kill you in some sort of way. She could hurt you without ever drawing blood. It would be easy at a time like this, with your entire body thrumming in the wild, desperate hope that the secret Inej must share is something that you have to tell her as well.

Her voice is quiet, barely even a sigh, when she speaks at last. “He knew that I love you.”

It is strange, how even with your mad hopes and prayers, you’re still absolutely consumed by the knowledge that Inej Ghafa loves you when it is finally confirmed aloud. You go completely quiet, mind racing with this incredible knowledge. Inej owes nothing to the world. She defies gravity, she defies nations. She gives nothing if she can take it, but Inej– Inej has given you her heart, free of charge, and it is the most lavish and lovely gift you could ever hope to own.

Whatever reaction Inej was hoping for, she must not find it in your awestruck face, because she abruptly turns to the door and knocks on it loudly. “I told her,” she says crossly, although you swear you detect a little bit of fear undercutting her words, “Now let me out.”

“Not yet,” you plead with her. “He can’t let you go yet. Not until I tell you that I love you, too.”

This time, Inej doesn’t turn slowly. Instead, it’s as if she’s crossed from the door to you in half a second. “Really?”

Inej never doubts herself, nor the information she gathers. Still, the look of pure joy on her face when you repeat your feelings makes her ask again, and again. You have no problem answering her. For once, you are not afraid.

The door clicks open. You glance towards it. “Footsteps on the landing.”

Inej lets out a quiet half-laugh. “Let him go. It would be sporting to give him a head start before we chase him down for pulling a stunt like this.”

You grin in response. “Still, I suppose we shouldn’t be too devastating in our wrath. Who knows how long we would have kept this a secret.”

Inej tilts her head to the side, considering this. “I don’t know. I’m rather good at finding out secrets.”

You arch a brow. “Is that so? How long do you think I’ve loved you, then?”

Inej beams. “Tell me.”

You impulsively reach out a hand, smoothing back a dark lock of hair from her face. “Since the very start.”

This is only the first of many such secrets. Inej has yet to learn just what made you love her, or where you were when you figured it out, or even perhaps how you learned to tell when she’s trying to sneak up on you. Until then, however, you have no doubt that she’ll commit herself to figuring out every intricacy that makes up the girl she loves. You. Until then, you welcome the challenge.

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taxkha · 11 months

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would LOVE to hear your klapollo fic recs!! Personally I love anything by cosmicpoet on A03

Oh I have a bunch of cosmicpoets fics in my bookmarks! but okay okay, here we go! And if my wishes could all come true by SeaMint

“‘Our son’ my ass. You’re getting way too into this,” Apollo grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Is this your dream? Do you dream of being divorced and paying alimony, Gavin?” Klavier doesn’t tell him that as far as dreams go, his is to live in a world where a relationship with Apollo, past tense or otherwise, is at all possible. Apollo doesn’t need specifics, or terrible confessions in vet clinics that show how badly Klavier wants to play pretend with him.

Or, Klavier, Apollo, and how cats bring people together in the most convoluted ways possible. Okay so. This one is my favourite Klapollo fanfiction, I literally left a big ass love confession in the comment section because I enjoyed it so much.

Lookin' for a boyfriend (I see that) by SeaMint Five times Apollo tells Klavier about his dates, and the one time Klavier finally gets him to stop. Love this one as well ahh ;_; if it's really me you seek by SeaMint

“Anyway,” Ema keeps going, fully ignoring his sarcasm in favor of staring at a neat corner where the walls meet the ceiling. “I asked if he wanted to go to your party together, but he said he wasn’t going.” “What?” Apollo suddenly finds it very hard to breathe. “Why?” “Hell if I know,” Ema says nonchalantly, but then she turns to him with a smirk. “See if you can figure it out: I believe he told me, and I quote—ahem—'Ach, I would, Fräulein, but I believe Herr Justice would be more comfortable without me there.’”

Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment. Can you tell that I really like this author shjhsamd Hot for Justice by indirectkissesiniceland

After the events of State v. Misham, Klavier finds himself in a slump, stressed at the prosecutor's office and unable to pen new songs. To his surprise, he finds creative inspiration—and unexpected feelings—spending time with Apollo. Now if only he could release the new tracks without raising any suspicion as to whom his love songs are for. Do...I even need to say anything I think this one is one of the most well known fics, ive seen it in pretty much every fic rec post so far.

just finally say you love me by ahmackalak

“Backpacking through Europe?”

“Ja! I’ve wanted to go for ages – it’s been so long since I’ve been back home, I figure I might as well make it a whole journey.” Klavier’s smile is as easy and agreeable as always, but Apollo isn’t buying it.

Barcelona, Paris, Geneva, Rome, Vienna, Prague, Berlin, Copenhagen.

A trip to Europe with Klavier Gavin...this’ll be fine, right? I like this one a lot too, its very sweet and ahh. Pining. PINING. Stupid Cupid by KrisseyCrystal (IceCreAMS) In which Klavier botches his attempt to confess his feelings to Apollo, and somehow instead sends the entirely wrong message that he's already involved with someone else--a certain brooding and hawkish prosecutor, of all people. Cue the clown music. This is probably one of the funniest fics Ive ever read, I lost it at several instances. Monster Movie Monday by contritecactite

Klavier attends a bad movie marathon at the WAA, gets a boyfriend, and makes peace with Phoenix Wright. Somehow, the last part is the least awkward.

Set sometime post-DD but pre-SOJ. This one is very cute and wholesome, I love the idea of the wright agency kiddos hanging out with Klavier :") Need more of that. love at first sight (and other common misconceptions) by experimentaldragonfire

Klavier's always been certain that when he runs into the person he's going to fall in love with, he'll just know. Apollo believes the exact opposite--that you can't fall in love with someone without getting to know them first.

After a bit of convincing, Klavier's starting to see Apollo's point.

Just read everything by this author, one of my fave authors. 10/10 humor and writing :3c in effigy by experimentaldragonfire

Apollo discovers some scandalous Gavinners merchandise in Klavier's closet. Klavier, having no shame, decides that this is an excellent opportunity to have some fun with it.

or, The One With The Official Gavinners Dildos This ones nsfw which I don't have to mention considering the...summary 8"D morning revelations (to sleep beside you from now on) by experimentaldragonfire

It’s not until he sees Klavier beside him, golden hair strewn over the pillow like some sort of Renaissance heroine, that Apollo Justice realizes he’s in love.

Apollo wakes up next to Klavier and has to come to terms with his feelings for the prosecutor. It's very cute!! This Is What You Do At Sleepovers, Right? by grimsparkblue

“Let me guess,” Phoenix said, one of those lazy, evil smiles he had back when he wore the same hoodie for weeks on end making an appearance, “You two were in the court library and the power went off. The front and back doors were locked because this place is ancient, so you two decided to tough it out until the cavalry arrived. Then the Brokeback Mountain itch hit you.”

Apollo and Klavier get stuck in the courthouse during a blackout. Enjoyed this one a lot, it's funny and sweet, as the summary suggests.

Just a Curiosity by GigglingGrave Klavier is curious about how Apollo can see through lies. So, of course, he tries to figure it out. What he learns, however, is really much better than what he set out for. Apollo is really cool in this one and I love it when my boy gets to be cool. Baggage by u_andcloud

“Herr Forehead!” Klavier is calling out the nickname before he even realizes what he’s doing. Never mind that this is a German airport and people are giving him strange looks.

Apollo reacts immediately, and the instinctive response is gratifying on its own. His brow creases, he turns, and when he catches sight of Klavier, a disbelieving smile spreads across his lips, and Klavier realizes quite suddenly that, even after two years, he has not gotten over Apollo Justice, not even a little. This one is also really sweet. Jamais Vu by spaceburgers Apollo Justice, at 27 years old, is many things: a defense attorney, Khura’in’s Acting Minister of Justice, a mentor, a brother, a friend. And also, apparently, about to enact one of the biggest clichés of all time by sleeping with his ex at his former boss’s wedding. I LOVE THIS ONE, I already loved spaceburgers fics when I was still super into Sylvix, was very excited to see that they also wrote for Klapollo!! This one has nsfw in it! scoop of the century (read all about it!) by experimentaldragonfire

Working at a gossip magazine aimed at teenage girls is just a way for Apollo Justice to pay his law school tuition--until his article rating Klavier Gavin's outfits goes viral.

After that, he's got half the Internet reading his articles, and it's inevitable that Klavier finds out. This one is so funny!!! Also, read the second part of it which I'm not gonna link here now because its linked in the fic anyway, as its a collection. pen to paper, heart to heart by shepherd Written for the tumblr prompt, ‘instead of drawing the model in our art class ive been drawing you instead because i think youre really cute and oh my god all my papers just fell out of my folder and you saw them and oh my god theres hearts on some of them please kill me now’. Listen, I'm a simple gal. And a simple artist. Artist AUs really speak to me and this one spoke to me loudly. Its super sweet!! Loose Lips by judojudo "Please disregard all prior questions and instead just tell me one thing, Apollo," Miles Edgeworth's tone was half-smug and completely mocking and all Apollo wanted to do was melt into a puddle on the floor, never to be seen or heard from again. "Why are you on Klavier Gavin's wikipedia page?" I like fics that make me laugh and this one did, haha. we caught fire like california in july by lady_mab

n his head, Apollo mentally scolds himself for asking such a dumb question. Because of course Klavier likes him, right?

(Right? Being treated differently from a swarm of adoring fans isn’t necessarily a precursor for LIKE liking someone and what the fuck he’s twenty-four why does he sound like a high school girl from a manga trying to figure out if her crush likes her back?)

(Oh, that suddenly puts a lot of things into perspective, actually.)

(in which apollo contemplates the line between boyfriends and boys that are friends that sometimes kiss, and also contemplates turning into a crab)

This one is one of my faves! home is wherever i'm with you by bevioletskies At Athena’s request - or more accurately, her demand - the members of the Wright Anything Agency are spending their week-long winter holiday at a cozy lakeside cabin together for some quality team bonding. Much to Apollo’s dismay, she also invited their closest companions from the prosecutor’s office to tag along. With everything he thought he knew about Klavier and everything he has yet to learn, Apollo finds himself thinking he might have someone to ring in the new year with, after all. It's a bunch of AA characters having holidays together. What more do you want. Bricks, Lockets, and Other Christmas Presents by apolloyoostice Present shopping is always easier with someone you love, even if they do have a terrible sense of humor. This one is super sweet!! fame vs infamy (the price of writing fanfic out of spite) by experimentaldragonfire

In which Apollo Justice becomes the most popular fic-writer in the Gavinners fandom.

(and, along the way, realizes his Big Gay Crush on Klavier Gavin might not be as hopeless as he thought)

Honestly, when I read the summary I wasnt expecting to like it at all because this is usually not the kinda premise I'm into buuut I read it anyway because I liked the authors other works and man I had such a good time and many good laughs. The Main Event by ItsyRoyal Apollo had no idea that the flirty busker outside of his favorite cafe was his boss's brother. To be fair, Apollo also had no idea his boss had a brother. Theres a specific line around the end of the fic that had me wheezing. The rest of the fic is of course really good too!! The Definition Of Home by Hikari_Kaitou All Apollo wanted was to go right home after the legal conference in Seattle, instead of spending the night like his colleagues. He's never been able to sleep well in unfamiliar places. Unfortunately, circumstances beyond his control prevent him from returning to LA as planned, and in desperation he turns to Klavier for help. Klavier generously opens up his hotel room to him, which in turn leads Apollo to opening up his heart. Agh just. read it. Loved it. 13 Hours by Powerpossessor Apollo and Klavier are stuck together in a 13 hour layover. Stupid and hilarious antics ensue. Also, is it normal to slow dance with your friend in a dimly lit airport at 3am? THIS ONE IS SO SWEET AND FUN!!! can i go where you go by parchmints

Apollo Justice has rotten luck: he actually wins the grand prize for a mail-in contest, but It's a couple's getaway to a fancy ski lodge in the mountains and Apollo is aggressively single. With no one to go with, Apollo offers them to Klavier since surely, a rockstar would be able to find a date before then, but Klavier has a better idea—they go together and pretend they're a couple. That way, they both get a vacation, plus free food and wine.

And well, Apollo's never been one to pass up free food. VERY CUTE AND SWEET AND AHH. PINING. I love pining!! sweeping you off your feet by shepherd A short piece for a prompt on tumblr, for the quote "Please put me down, it's just a sprained ankle," featuring clumsy Apollo and his marriage to Klavier. A very sweet short piece!! Things Are As They Are by hechima

Klapollo cabin fic. That's really all this is.

Based on the events of "You Ever Been In Love?", in which Edgeworth gets drunk and rents a romantic cabin for Klavier and Apollo in Joshua Tree. Things go about as well as one could expect.

This is the most recent one in my bookmarks so the list ends here. I have a lot more bookmarked but these are the ones that made the biggest impression on me! Hope you or anyone else on here can find something they havent read yet! x)

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piichuu · 8 months

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♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID - A STEP FORWARD

SEPTEMBER 2ND

4:54PM

summer has now turned into autumn as the leaves on the trees are slowly beginning to turn orange. soon they’ll fall onto the ground and lay there until winter finally arrives.

the wind is blowing in your face as you’re trying to take a few deep breaths, soon feeling grateful for wearing a t-shirt under the gray zip hoodie that would keep you from the cold, but even as the wind is living it’s own life, you can’t help yourself from sweating. your hands are almost wet at this point. how can a boy cause so much nervousness?

the grocery store comes into sight which only causes your heart to beat more rapidly. you can almost hear it at this point, especially when noticing the dark haired boy that is standing right outside the entrance of the store with a phone in hand, his eyes are stuck onto it, but it’s clear that it is fushiguro megumi.

he’s wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans while his hair is as spiky as usual. you can’t help but wonder if it’s how he styles it or if it’s natural, is it soft? maybe you’ll find out one day. he looks as good as ever and you fix your hair quickly even as the wind tries to ruin it while you’re getting closer to him.

when you’re close enough for him to hear you, he raises his gaze from the phone he’s holding to you who have your hands in your hair to try and protect it from the inevitable wind. he flashes you a sweet smile and waves while putting his phone away so all his focus can be on you. “hi,” he speaks when you’re closer, now only standing a meter away from him.

“hi!” you reply, waving back at him. he can’t help himself from chuckling at how you’re trying to keep your hair sane. “let’s go inside,” he says, taking the lead and walking into the small store with you following close behind.

“so, what do you wanna eat? we can make whatever you want,” megumi asks, stopping in his steps to wait for you who’s still behind him. seeing him look at you with those kind eyes causes your heart to beat a little quicker, knowing that it’s you he’s looking at, no one else. “oh, anything is fine with me.”

once again, he chuckles and takes a look around the store as if that would help him choose what to cook for this evening’s dinner. “then, maybe we could make curry chicken, if that’s okay with you,” he looks at you expectingly and you give him a nod together with a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. “that sounds good to me,” he reflects your smile as the two of you begin to walk through the store to gather ingredients.

it doesn’t take too long until you’re by all the snacks and drinks, trying to find something you can eat after dinner. “what snacks do you like?” he asks and you grab a few bags of snacks, showing them to him. “oh, those are actually really good, we’ll buy them and some drinks as well,” megumi says, allowing you to throw the snacks into the cart before going to get some drinks.

“you can choose now, since i chose snacks,” you mumble but the dark haired boy shakes his head. “we should decide together, so we both get what we want. does coke sound good to you? we can buy another bottle with something else as well if you want different drinks,” he suggests and you can’t help but smile at how considerate he is, even if it’s only about drinks.

after deciding on what to drink, the two of you go to pay and megumi is quick to pull out his card, not giving you a chance to argue as he quickly swipes his card.

the walk towards the dorms is rather quiet while the two of you walk side by side. the urge to just grab his hand crosses your mind but you soon shake it off, realizing that it may be too soon to do that. he’s holding the bag with all the items you’ve gotten and even if your mind burns to ask him if you should carry it instead, you already know the answer to that.

as you glance over at him for a second, you notice the neutral face expression you so often see him wearing. he doesn’t smile like he does when talking to you, it’s almost stone cold. how could you not have mistaken him for a scary guy when he in all truthfulness is one of the warmest and nicest people you’ve ever met.

“have you found out if yuta and maki are together yet? they seemed pretty cozy last week,” megumi turns his head to look at you, making you look away from him after staring for so long. “they haven’t said that they’re together, but maki told me they’ve kissed, so i guess they’re almost together now.”

megumi chuckles while unlocking the door to his dorm. “isn’t it weird? having friends in your friend group who like each other?” he asks, stepping to the side so you can walk inside before him. “well, not this far but i hope they won’t make me third wheel when i hang out with them. i don’t wanna see them make out, you know,” you explain as he closes the door behind you two.

if you would be seeing a man who had made you feel uncomfortable, the thought of the door locking by itself would have probably caused you to have a panic attack, but with megumi, it doesn’t really matter, especially not when those next words leave his mouth. “i can unlock it if you want,” he speaks but you shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile. “no, it’s okay.”

the boy in front of you nods before once again grabbing the bag of food and snacks, now walking into the kitchen which isn’t far away from the hallway. he puts it down on the counter and begins putting all the groceries out of the bag. “have you cooked curry chicken before?” he doesn’t turn to look at you this time as he’s busy putting the snacks in his cupboard so he can grab them later.

“i haven’t made it myself before, so you’ll have to teach me,” you say and he smiles softly, seeming to be up for that challenge as he begins to take out pans and pots. “alright, i’ll try my best to teach you, but i wasn’t made to be a teacher so tell me if there’s something i do that doesn’t make sense.”

fushiguro megumi is however better than he says at explaining things as the meal turns out to be better than he expected. he only had to give you a few instructions and then the two of you could cook without any difficulties. it was made in silence, but you couldn’t help thinking about how his arm was brushing against yours as he was chopping the chicken.

as he doesn’t have a dining table in his small dorm, the two of you sit down on the couch and begin to eat. he switches on the tv so there can be a program playing in the background in case the two of you wouldn’t speak and perhaps that was the right choice as the curry chicken is eaten without a word being spoken.

you try your best not to glance over at him too much. however, megumi is looking over at you every once in a while as he eats. a slight smile can be seen on his face when noticing that you’re enjoying the food. his eyes are warm as he takes in the features of your face, but after a while he looks away, not wanting to seem like too much of a creep.

“what do you wanna do after we’ve eaten?” he finally asks, breaking the silence that’s been going on too long for his liking. not that he’d want to force you to speak, but he feels the need to say something. “i don’t really know, what were you thinking?” you smile at him and he sighs, putting his plate away as he finishes his food.

“not sure. i was thinking maybe a movie, but we always watch movies when we hang out,” he chuckles and you nod, smiling wider when hearing the sound of his laughter. “true. maybe we could go outside, to the park or something?”

megumi nods in agreement and allows you to finish eating before standing up. “sounds good, there’s not much to do in here anyways,” he speaks while putting the plates in his sink before walking into the hallway and putting his shoes back on. he also goes to grab a bag and the snacks in case you’d want to eat while being outside. “do you want to borrow a jacket? i think it’s a little colder now than before,” megumi puts on a jacket, looking through his wardrobe so he can give one to you as well.

“it should be okay, i don’t think it’s that cold-“ “take this, i don’t want you to freeze,” ignoring the fact that he asked if you wanted one or not, he hands you the jacket and watches you put it on before opening the front door and walking outside with you.

as you step outside again, the wind immediately blows in your face and that jacket that you were trying to refuse before is one you’re now thankful for. it protects you from the sudden cold that would’ve caused you to freeze if you were just wearing that hoodie and t-shirt.

“how are you feeling?” megumi suddenly asks while looking at you. his face seems warmer than usual as you two are walking towards the nearest park and there’s almost a fond look in his eyes as they meet yours. “good! how are you feeling?” you ask, not fully understanding why he’s suddenly asking that question.

“i’m feeling good as well,” he smiles sweetly before sighing and looking straight forward to make sure he won’t bump into someone passing by. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me, i’m sorry if that’s weird to say,” megumi admits as there’s a pink tint spreading over his cheeks. it’s not cold enough for the temperature to be the cause of those pink cheeks, so you can’t stop your heart from melting when noticing it.

you take a deep breath before reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his after lots of thoughts swarming your mind. “you make me feel comfortable, megumi. it just takes time for me to talk more, if that’s what makes you worry,” a smile begins to spread over his lips again as he looks back at you.

“that’s okay, you never have to feel like you need to talk around me. i just wanted to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable,” he says as the two of you finally reach the park and a bench to sit down on.

he doesn’t let go of your hand as the two of you sit down, he only keeps his eyes on you with that smile never leaving his face. “you know, at first, i hated the person who sent that dm to the cupid account because it felt like they made it awkward for us, but now i’m actually starting to like them, because maybe we wouldn’t have started talking if it wasn’t for that person,” megumi speaks while shuffling slightly closer to you.

your heart almost beats out of your chest as he comes closer, but you keep trying to look him in the eyes. “yeah, i’m thankful for them, but still a little mad, because it’s creepy,” he chuckles and nods. “true, it’s a little creepy, they’re probably spying on us right now.”

the two of you smile at each other until megumi finally leans in, his lips coming closer to yours. at this point, he must be hearing the sound of your heartbeat because it’s beating quicker than ever. one of his hands goes to cup your cheek before his lips finally meet yours.

you instinctively move closer to him as his lips gently move against yours. it’s like two puzzle pieces finally finding one another and fitting perfectly together. it’s like fireworks spreading throughout your entire body and if you could, you would keep kissing him for the rest of your life.

his lips are a little cold and chapped, but that doesn’t matter as they grow warmer by you. it’s not a rushed kiss, you take your time with each other as to not let this moment go to waste. but you eventually have to let go.

megumi’s thumb rubs your cheek comfortingly as he soon pulls away, smiling to himself as your eyes stay closed. why were you so nervous before when it all feels so easy now?

SIXTEEN | MASTERLIST | EIGHTEEN

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

WARNINGS: none that i can think of

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magnorious · 2 months

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The Reveal that Changed Percy Jackson

*Spoiler Alert*

I’m talking about the Nico vs Cupid scene in book 8, House of Hades. I picked this scene, even though there were a great many in the original series that defined Percy Jackson as a story far more meaningful than just “cool tweenage demigods with magic and superpowers who fight evil”.

When this book came out, Nico vs Cupid was almost all anyone talked about. Why? Because Nico came out. Nico, an explicitly gay character in a book published by Disney, in a rather high profile series. Nico, the little angsty brat displaced from the timeline, comes out of nowhere with a world-shattering reveal.

House of Hades is already the darkest book in the series and, I think, the most polished and successful with this tone and how it feels so complete. While Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus, the constant clever and horrific callbacks to quests from prior books quite literally come back to haunt them. The others trying to carry on without them, the ridiculously high personal stakes, the drama, the storytelling, it spares no expense in this book.

The Nico vs Cupid scene was something else, though, and all these years later… I’m not so sure it was done for the better.

—

Independent of the Big Reveal, this scene does a lot of things we’d never seen before in this series, namely this: Cupid is scary, and no one expected him to be.

Percy Jackson, though it does have its serious moments, is the series where the god of wine wears leopard print shirts and the god of the seas has a fishing chair for a throne. These characters quip and joke even when they’re trying to be intimidating and Percy’s personality, snarky and sassy and very rarely shooting straight, undercuts a lot of the attempts at looking competent and threatening (and we love him for it).

They’ve fought gods and monsters and demigods and characters have died really tragic deaths, but for the most part, these serious moments all come when we expect them to.

This scene comes out of nowhere and for anyone who hasn’t read the book in a while, here’s the context: Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus and Nico is kind of the de-facto leader in their absence, knowing the most about Tartarus of the remaining crew. He and Jason are sent on a side quest to go retrieve the Staff of Diocletian from Cupid and Nico is not at all happy about this venture, but we don’t know why beyond that he’s Nico and he’s never happy.

Right out of the gate, Cupid is not at all who we expect him to be and this fight scene, absent of Percy, is suddenly very serious. Cupid doesn’t quip, he doesn’t show himself, and he fights dirty. The god of love, not the god of war or anything we expect to be violent and dangerous.

He’s whispering in characters’ heads, throwing them around like ragdolls, and taunting Nico ceaselessly all in Jason’s POV. Cupid gets some seriously badass lines, too.

“I’ve been to Tartarus and back,” Nico snarled. “You don’t scare me.” I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.

Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say Love always makes you happy.” [Cupid's] voice sounded smaller, much more human. “Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you’ve faced it now. That’s the only way to conquer me.”

In all this, unfortunately in Jason POV, we’re primed only once by a previous god finally acknowledging that gays exist in this universe. This universe, based on Greek Mythology, famous for its not-straightness. Even then, audiences have spent 7 and a half books accepting that there won’t be any gays. No one is expecting this from Nico.

So when it comes, when Nico reveals he has a crush on Percy… the fandom lost our minds.

—

And I’m not so sure that’s a good thing, looking back. On the one hand, obligatory “we need representation,” but on the other, there was this one reviewer who knew what was up long before anyone else did.

She’d said something along the lines of raising damning concerns that Nico’s entire character arc was now defined by his homosexuality, that this scene frames all his anger, all his hate, all his rage and depression, about this one aspect of his character, and diminishes him because of it.

All these years later, I’m disappointed to say I agree with her.

This book series’ only major canonical gay (so far) is forced out of the closet with a proverbial gun to his head

Now, Nico likely never would have come out without that gun, but the way it happened, especially in front of Jason who he’s not friends with, showing Jason his memories because it’s not Nico’s POV and Jason has to see somehow because Nico sure won’t detail those scenes himself is... not good?

Jason handles it well, as well as he can given that this is Nico, and Cupid is an explicit villain so him forcing Nico out is in-character and not my problem. The narrative forcing Nico out is the problem—that this is a big reveal both to Jason and the audience is the problem.

The book isn’t new and with respect to when it was written and who wrote it, it’s not a terrible scene or terrible representation. But it’s not just forcing Nico out of the closet, either.

All of Nico’s character development is retroactively pinned on his sexuality

I get it. Nico’s… 14? 14 and from an era where being who he is was a death sentence, with zero education on the matter. Internalized homophobia is a thing (though Nico doesn’t actually seem to hate himself for being gay, he hates himself for crushing on Percy. Nor does he hate other gays or the concept).

Nico, though, is the one demigod who can summon any ghost he could dream up to teach him to hate himself a little less. He could have summoned the ghost of Freddie Mercury and what a dazzling mentorship that would have been.

The way the scene is framed makes it look like all of Nico’s rage comes from this one relationship, when it comes from so much more. He’s a son of Hades, a god no one trusts or likes and is synonymous with death, evil, and deceit. His sister, his last living relative, died on a quest as just a teenager. He has no friends at camp, powers that scare people, and is almost a century removed from everything and everyone he knew in his old life.

And he went and left camp *only* because of his crush on Percy? Not for any other reason?

When he does get his crush on Will, that only makes it worse. Nico did have friends, even if he didn’t believe it. He did have Percy and he’d earned the respect of his fellow campers after the Battle of Manhattan. He back-slid in HOH for this reveal, as if a romance is the only thing that could make him happy.

Cupid’s message is the narrative’s message: The only way to conquer love is to face it [in combat]

With a gun to his head, in front of a veritable stranger, instead of in, I don’t know, therapy with Apollo? There couldn’t have been any other way to fit this reveal in? He couldn’t have made his own group therapy session with other ghosts? Persephone or Demeter never sat this boy down for The Talk with a literal captive audience?

And that it’s a “reveal” at all, in incredibly dramatic fashion, a plot twist for shock value. The book couldn’t drop hints in Nico POV? Couldn’t casually state it anywhere at any time in the previous 3 books? Couldn’t treat it at all like this is normal and not a life-or-death situation?

I just feel bad for the kid. Nico can’t be the only demigod who has a guilty, unrequited crush. Cupid is forcing this out of him because that crush happens to be on another boy.

It’s in Jason’s POV

This world shattering, deeply personal reveal, and the character who’s having it isn’t even the narrator. Jason is a fine character and I know why it’s him out of everyone who could have gone with Nico, but this should have been solely Nico’s moment, not Jason’s commentary about Nico’s moment, being a non-consenting voyeur into Nico’s very personal memories about Percy.

Even if it’s not Jason’s POV to retain the surprise, it certainly starts to feel like Jason’s POV to retain the surprise. Jason can still be present, but even then—Cupid needed Nico to face Cupid, not Cupid and Jason.

—

It sucks because the scene as a whole, removed from the context, is incredible. The choreography, the pacing, the intensity of the battle, Cupid as a villain and Nico and Jason’s desperation to just stay alive.

Its impact on the series can’t be ignored. Blood of Olympus is no one’s favorite. It’s a terrible last book and not all that great as a book, period, but the ending?

Among other travesties, Nico confronts Percy, tells him he had a crush on him, and then *immediately* starts pining after Will. Percy doesn’t get the chance to talk to him, stunned at this reveal. They never have a heartfelt conversation about it, what this means for their friendship, how Percy never noticed or how this makes him feel, if he’s at all guilty for potentially leading Nico on and being a bad friend.

We get none of that. Nico just finds a pretty blond boy after, what, four years pining after Percy? One awful confrontation with Cupid and a few lines of dialogue traded with Jason and all his angst and moodiness is cured off-screen.

Can’t Nico go five minutes where he figures out who he is before he’s trading one crush for another? Can he not define himself independently of who he likes for just a couple chapters? He tells Jason after the Cupid fight that he’s over it, but… c’mon, he’s absolutely lying there, or he wouldn’t have been so hurt and upset and hesitant to reveal himself.

I love that he’s popular now, I love that he does have a healthy relationship (one that eclipsed the whole fandom for better or for worse), but the way he went about becoming popular still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Nico did walk so the rest of the series' extended universe could run. We did get Solangelo, we got Apollo being Apollo, we got a world based off Greek Mythology that stops straight-washing history. It's just a shame that he had to be forced out the way he did, and that his whole character is now defined by his relationship with Will.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #nico di angelo #solangelo #house of hades #blood of olympus #retrospective

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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"cupid's dilemma: valentine's madness"

information.

Cupid, the God of desire and erotic love, making people's fantasies come true on this year's Valentine's day. Send him a letter with a target you aspire and with enough time, the contents of your letter will turn into a reality.

terms and conditions.

Follow the Cupid's terms and conditions in order for your love letter to be accepted and granted to come true. Do follow the format provided in it in order for him to clearly understand what your desires are and pick two prompts to finalize your request.

format; (1.prompt) + (2.prompt) + character + (context/story) + (kinks) + (extra.)

example of format; may I request cupid's weapon to be the windblume ode with refinement 3 targetted at Al Haitham? Both reader and Al Haitham are a married couple going through their honeymoon together! Maybe with some dacryphilia and breeding and virginity taking?

all these prompts belong to thelonelyempath

cupid's mailbox is: closed!

This event is mostly NSFW. 17 under, please do not interact at all costs and don't request anything SFW because my event isn't for that.

Female readers only. I do not write for gender-neutral or male readers so please do not request them. I will proceed to remove them if you do.

Do not request for characters that are not listed + anything in my "I will not write"

Please have your request be understandable so I can write it accurately and to your liking.

Writing requests may take longer so please be patient with them when you send one.

One character per concept/request only.

Update: Request the available characters. Give them chances on getting a fic because I'm only open for 4 requests. Check what characters I've already written for by searching the "cupid's dilemma ; valentine's madness" tag.

Run your mind wild with imagination! Don't hold back but also consider my rules still!

cupid's trusty weapon [1.prompt]

Alley Hunter ― "When I open the door, I better see you naked and on all fours for me."

Amos' bow ― "I don't think I can cum anymore."

Aqua Simulacra ― "Done already? We just started!"

Blackcliff Warbow ― “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.”

Messenger ― “You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?”

Polar Star ― “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

Windblume Ode ― “Is that gonna fit?” “I’ll make it fit.”

Elegy for the End ― “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?”

The Stringless ― “Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!”

Skyward Harp ― “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.”

The Viridescent Hunt ― "I know it hurts, but be a good girl and take it."

Thundering Pulse ― "Wanna see what I'm wearing under this?" "Hopefully it's nothing."

Hamayumi ― "Do you think you can take more of me in?"

Royal Bow ― "I don't know where the fuck you think you're going. Get that sexy ass on the bed and take your clothes off."

Rust ― "Let me dominate you so you don't have to do any thinking."

Prototype Crescent ― “I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Sacrificial Bow ― "“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”"

Mouun's Moon ― “Would you rather make out or make love? Me, personally, I’m up for both.”

Fading Twilight ― "You've been playing that stupid game for hours. I'm horny, damnit!"

Favonious Warbow ― "No one else is home, which means we can be as loud as we want."

Hunter's Path ― "Is there room for two in that shower?"

End of the Line ― "Oh yeah, you like when I touch you like that, baby."

Compound Bow ― "I'll only put the tip in. Unless you want me to go deeper."

Predator ― “I called in sick. Now we can stay in bed and fuck all day.”

Mitternachts Waltz ― "I'll be a good girl/boy! I'll be good for you!"

Recurve Bow ― “Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn’t need to know about this.”

Hunter's Bow ― CUSTOM. Pick a dialogue prompt that isn't in the list of bows.

bow refinements. [2.prompt]

Refinement 1 ― Friends with Benefits

Refinement 2 ― Hybrid!Reader or Hybrid!Character (specify which and what Hybrid they'll be)

Refinement 3 ― Domestic Relationship

Refinement 4 ― Mafia AU

Refinement 5 ― Perverted Stalker AU

Refinement 6 ― Yandere AU

Refinement 7 ― Vampire AU

Refinement 8 ― CUSTOM. Pick a dynamic that isn't in the list of refinements.

masterlist.

[AL HAITHAM] - Fondful Graze.

[DILUC] - Partners in Virtue.

[TIGHNARI] - A treat for two.

[CAPITANO] - Addicted.

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