#im so sorry i had to mention it because the thought occurred to me in the middle of writing

[whorekneecentral]

The Night Before Christmas

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: snow storms, delayed flights, slight disappointment, mention of a christmas miracle, hitchhiking - don't worry andrea is there for adult supervision, incorrect ski terms and whatnot - idk I don't ski, old ladies love joris, fear of flying/small planes, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, cuddles in bed.

Word Count: 2,225

Author's Note: so sorry for the delay in posting this, I've been in a bit of a slump lately and im trying to get back on schedule with the posting, bare with me lmao

merry smutmas series

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A massive snow storm delays Charles’ flight home for the holidays and you both begin to give up hope but a Christmas miracle occurs.

Christmas was a bit of a mess this year.

December 24th and Charles Leclerc was stranded in Italy with Andrea and Joris. Charles had gone because he had a Christmas event to do with Ferrari, Joris and Andrea had accompanied him but they decided to go up north and go skiing for the remainder of the week.

They hadn't planned to push it so close to Christmas and then the snow came down; the stupid snow which blocked the roads and left them stranded in the mountains of Italy.

You were a bit disappointed when your boyfriend called to tell you that he wouldn't be able to make it home in time for Christmas. You asked him if there was anything you could do and he told you because of the snow, he wasn't exactly sure when he'd get home.

Charles could hear the disappointment in your voice, and it made him sad to know that he wasn't gonna be able to be home in time to spend Christmas with you.

It was as if Andrea could read Charles' mind; "what?"

"We have to get out of here, we need to go home."

"I know," Andrea tells him, Joris looks up from his laptop, "everything is closed, the roads, the airport, like.. we're stuck."

Charles was nothing if not determined. He made it his mission to make it home in time to spend Christmas with you - bit of a tight task considering it was 10pm on Christmas eve. Nonetheless, he and the boys rallied up - not like Joris or Andrea had a choice - and followed Charles out of the ski resort.

They made it about 2 miles down the road trudging through the snow before they finally came across a ski ranger, the man on his way down the mountain to pick up something they needed on the resort. He was kind enough to let them get in, the 3 of them squished into the back seat as the ranger drove them down. Due to the snow, it took them triple the time to go down than it took to go up but it was progress nonetheless.

Once they made it to the town, they were at crossroads again. How are they going to make it to the airport?

It was a one step at the time sort of plan, if they thought too far ahead, they'd just give up.

Joris wanders into the one place that was still open, a little bakery that was run by the older couple that lived there and they had a grandson who lived not too far off from the airport. The roads were cleared down there but they had no car.

The couple happened to be closing up for the night and on the way to their grandson's, the older woman took a liking to Joris, holding his arm as he led her over to their car.

"Charles!" Joris shouts, waving his friend over. Andrea and Charles wandering over. "Yeah?"

"This is Maria, she and her husband are on their way to grandson's, who lives like-" "He lives five minutes from the airport, let us take you."

"Are you sure?" Charles asks her, as much as he wants to get home, he wouldn't want to put a sweet old woman out of her way.

The woman pinches Charles's cheek, "yes please, I cannot leave you out in the cold. Come, come." She tells him, Andrea helps the older gentleman put all the luggage into the trunk, the 5 of them getting into the car - Charles, Joris and Andrea squished into the backseat again.

The older gentleman, Joe, was just as sweet and welcoming as his wife. They told them stories from when they moved there, how they opened their bakery and their family. As much as Charles appreciated their kind gesture, he was wondering if maybe he should have offered to drive them to the airport.

At some point, an excruciatingly long 3 hour drive - Joe drove slower than most, they made it to the airport.

Maria rolls the window down, saying goodbye to Joris. The photographer holds her hand as she calls for Charles. "Make sure you come back! And bring your girlfriend."

"We will, thank you both so much. I don't know what I can do to repay you."

"Take us to the race next year," Joe calls from next to his wife. Charles laughs, "sounds good, I'll come back and bring your passes."

The 3 of them run into the airport, the boards in front of them display only one word listed to all of the flights - canceled.

Big, bold, red letters crush Charles's heart and his chances of getting home.

Joris pats his friend's shoulder, Andrea already one step ahead of them trying to see if they were anything they could get on to make it home in time - after all, he wanted to get home to his family too.

It's an hour of Andrea bickering with the very tired and annoyed woman behind the counter before Charles joins him, asking her if there was anything they could get on to go home.

The flight to France was 2 hours, he'd manage anything at this point.

"There's one flight, a small passenger plane. I'd have to ask the pilot first."

"Please," Charles says, "I'll pay extra if I need to."

After what felt like another hour the woman finds them and tells them to follow her; she checks them in, getting their passes to them before directing them to where they'd meet the pilot for their flight.

When she said it was a small plane, Charles was expecting small but not this small.

The plane looked like those water planes you'd take from the mainland to an island - it didn't hold more than 6 people.

Charles is just clinging to his seat, counting down the minutes until he can get off that plane. He feels his ears pop, the thud as the plane meets the runway in Nice and he's thanking every god out there for that. They thank the pilot, trying to figure out if they should take the train or just drive home.

None of them have a car at the airport and thank god, it wasn't snowing.

It was Christmas morning, the airport was a madhouse and Charles didn't typically do this but he did use his F1 status to get them a rental, he signed a few autographs for the staff behind the counter and they were off again.

The sun is peeking over the Monaco pier, Andrea drove them home because Charles was too antsy to drive. They dropped him off first.

"Thank you guys, really." He says, standing on the curb with his suitcase.

"We didn't have a choice," Joris tells him jokingly, Andrea nods. "Tell y/n we said Merry Christmas."

"I will," Charles smiles, wishing his friends well before waving them off.

It was good to be home; the man made his way up to your shared apartment, the lights off as you were still sleeping - your soft snores filling his ears as he quietly made his way to the bedroom.

You're tucked away under the covers, the blanket wrapped you up and kept you warm during a lack of Charles in bed. He knew you were a deep sleeper, the fact that he had accidentally slammed the door and it hadn't woken you was sign enough.

He stripped out of his clothes, making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. At some point he thought he heard you shift, he peeked out the door way to find you still sleeping.

Charles joined you in bed shortly after, his arm snaking around your waist, the coldness from the bracelet he had on startled you. Your body responded before you could, taking a second to gather your thoughts - the fight or flight kicking in.

He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, the smell of his cologne and toothpaste filled your surroundings. "Charles, you're home," you whispered, turning to face the man.

You couldn't fully believe it, not after his call last night, telling you that he wouldn't be making it home.

Your boyfriend smiles, kissing your forehead. "I'm here."

"How?" You mumbled, moving closer to him. Charles's hand presses to your back, rubbing the bare skin softly. "It's a long story, for another time."

You hum, not really caring for the story at the moment. All that matters is that Charles was home and he was home for Christmas. You opened your eyes slightly, peeking at your boyfriend. Both of you wore the same sleepy look - you having just woken up and Charles after a long night of traveling.

You kissed his chin, the man hummed in response. You follow the structure of his face, moving from his chin to his jaw and up to his sideburns, down his cheeks and finally to his lips. Charles pulls you flush against him, his lips holding your hostage.

It had been a long week apart and you both missed each other terribly. Andrea often says you two are like high school kids, all young and in love.

Your arms wrap over his shoulders, pulling the man on top of you. Charles settled himself between your hips. Your boyfriend pulls away from your lips, much to your dismay and finds himself moving down to your neck, along your collarbones and to your chest. Now propped up on your elbows, you watch as your boyfriend's head dips, his teeth softly grazing your stomach on his way to between your legs.

Charles glances up at you and pulls your panties to the side. He was close enough that you could feel his breath on you, your head dropping back when his tongue finally met you.

You look down at your boyfriend between your legs; the man smiling up at you as his arms hook your thighs to pull down flat on his face. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. Charles’s hand on your hip rocks you back and forth slightly, just enough that he can hear his name fall from your lips. 

Your hand rests on his cheek, “I can't believe you're home.” Your eyes meet his blue ones. 

“I'm right here, baby.”

You pull him back down for another kiss. Charles’ hand slips between the two of you, thumb pressed to your clit. Your back arches from the sudden touch, moaning against his lips. 

Charles smiles, his heart fluttering every time knowing he’s the one that reduces you to nothing more than a whimpering mess. 

“Please,” you pull on his hair, “Charles.” 

“What?” He asks, rubbing circles with his thumb. 

You can’t help the whimper slipping past your lips. “Fuck me, please.” You ask sweetly and how could he ever say no to you? 

Charles finds himself moving to hitch your leg on his hip, lining himself up with you before pushing into you. Your back arches and he gives you a second to adjust to him before moving. You’re biting your lip so hard, you probably drew blood.

Your hand drags down his torso, pressed against his toned stomach when you speak. “You feel so good,” you whisper, knowing you can’t speak any louder.  

“Yeah?” He calls, hand slipping between the two of you. 

Your red nails, painted for the holidays, digging into his skin, leaving matching red marks matching the colour of your nails against his pale skin. “Fuck- please yes.” 

Charles doesn’t quit; his fingers rubbing on your clit, the other hand moving your leg from his hip to rest over his shoulder. Just when his ego couldn’t get any bigger, it did. The 16 hanging off the silver chain around your neck, sitting flat against your sternum. 

He can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to it, in the process pushing your leg back. The sound that left your mouth was nothing if not music to his ears. 

The sudden ego boost, Charles takes his chance to ask you. “Who makes you feel this good, amour?” 

You’re trying to answer him but between keeping the same position and his excruciating pace, you couldn't bring yourself to answer him. 

Charles asks again. “Who makes you feel this good, amour ?” 

A strangled answer slips past your swollen lips; “You, only you Charles.” 

The answer satisfies his ego, his focus is making you cum. His hips hitting the back of your thighs, your boyfriend has now moved your other leg over his shoulders. 

“Charles-” you call, your eyes meeting his. He can feel the way you’re clenching around him, his hand moving back to your clit. 

“I know,” he hums, “me too.” 

A few more sloppy thrusts and both of you fall over the edge, one after the other. Charles kisses by your ankle before letting your legs down, settling against you between your legs still. 

Passing a hand through his hair, you smile at your boyfriend; his eyes all droopy and a sleepy smile on his face.

"You're here," you whispered, he nodded and his stubble scratched against your bare skin. "I'm here."

You hum quietly, the sun shining through the curtains in the room, the two of you cuddled up in each other's arms.

"Shall we open gifts?" Charles asks and you shake your head, "they're not going anywhere, let's stay in bed for a bit longer."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your soft skin. "I like that idea."

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[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 6

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader chapter summary: a new face threatens what you've started to build with mat and nora & you recieve some much needed advice from jax

warnings: angst, not edited, mentions of food, a sprinkle of fluff word count: 1.7k (sry its not longer i am trying my best lol) authors note: hi so it's been a month and change but i am finally able to present to you guys, part 6!! thank you for the continuous love on this story. your likes, reblogs & comments mean the WORLD to me!!! someone said nora needs to start a parent trap - don't worry, she's on it <3 quick important notes: the first bit in italics is a flashback. not sure if I will do many more of them. second, i have no idea how many more parts there will be to this series because i feel like i've barely scratched the surface of what can be done. and last, im sorry if your name is calista. enjoy and please don't hate me :)

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It wasn’t often that you and Mat had time to yourselves. He was busy with school and hockey, and you had a lot going on so when the opportunity arose, you always made time for each other. Liana was at a sleepover and his parents were gone out for dinner with friends so the two of you had the house to yourselves for a few hours, which as teenagers, wasn’t often. His parents were always good about giving you and Mat space but you were still teenagers, after all. 

You were curled up together on his bed with some random movie playing in the background but you weren’t paying attention to it. You were thinking about graduation that was fast approaching and what the aftermath would look like. It wasn’t a surprise that the two of you would be going separate ways once you graduated high school. Although not set in stone, Mat was on his way to the National Hockey League to an unknown team. It wasn’t realistic for you to wait to see where he would end up and then figure something out for school. You had scholarships and your heart set on UBC, not quite yet ready to move too far from home. 

But Mat, well he could go anywhere. 

You’d toyed the idea of a long distance relationship in your head but you always ended up realizing that it wasn’t logical. Mat would probably be playing on a team thousands of miles away and you were going to be busy with university. Sure, there were holidays and summers but going from being basically attached at the hip to hardly seeing each other. 

“What’re you thinking ‘bout?” Mat suddenly mumbled. His hand had been rubbing your back but when it stopped, you thought he had fallen asleep. 

“Graduation,” you said and his body stiffened. The difference between the two of you was that you were an overthinker and a planner whereas Mat was a go with the flow type of person. He didn’t think about things until he had to. 

When he didn’t say anything, you peered up at him. He was frowning, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. You reached out to smoothen the wrinkle between his eyes and he looked down at you and smiled. 

“If I was selfish enough to ask you to come with me wherever I end up, would you say yes?” 

It was a theoretical question because you knew he would never be that selfish. Neither were you though, because you would never ask him to give up his dream. 

“No,” you admitted and his smile didn’t waver but something flickered in his eyes. 

***

As a general rule of thumb, you don’t introduce Nora to anyone you date until the three month mark. It isn’t something that you have to worry about often because most of the guys you meet run the second they find out you have a daughter. It doesn’t bother you most of the time; you have your family and friends, and Nora is your number one priority so if someone has a problem with you having a kid, they aren’t worth your time. 

So, it didn’t occur to you that it was a conversation you should have had with Mat. You thought that he had enough common sense not to bring the girl you recently learned that he’s casually seeing, to lunch with you and Nora. 

It takes all of your willpower to stay in your seat and not take Nora and leave when they sit across from you. Mat seems completely unfazed by the sudden tension in the room and it hurts on some level because he used to know you so well that if something was upsetting you, he always knew. 

But that was when you were kids.

You don’t get a chance to say anything because Nora gives the girl a onceover, and wrinkles her nose. 

“Who’s that?” She asks in such a bitter tone that you’re torn between scolding her or laughing. 

The girl, to her credit, doesn’t even blink an eye. She just offers her hand to Nora and introduces herself. 

“I’m Calista, and you must be Nora,” she says, still holding her hand out and waiting for your daughter to shake it. When she realizes that Nora is not going to respond, she quickly brings her hand back and lays them in her lap. Mat looks absolutely horrified, either by Nora’s behavior or the fact that you haven’t scolded her. He’s still not sure if he’s allowed to reprimand her when she acts out and often looks to you to be the bad guy. You’re enjoying this a little too much though, especially when he coughs and gestures to you.

“Cal, this is-”

“His baby mama,” you cut him off, smiling sweetly at her. He’s not getting off the hook for ambushing you, and sure, maybe it’s a little childish of you but you have heard the stories from Liana already and you know you won’t like this girl. 

“Um, nice to meet you,” she says awkwardly, but there’s something in her eyes that tells you she isn’t the innocent, sweet, new girlfriend of Mathew Barzal. There’s definitely a different personality hiding behind the curtain. 

“Have you guys ordered already?” Mat asks.

“No, we were waiting on you,” is your reply and you make sure to emphasize on the word you. He doesn’t humor you with a response, instead looking at the menu and asking Calista what she wants. 

Lunch goes about as terrible as you expected, with Nora acting out because of a new person suddenly joining the outings she was used to only being the three of you. She ignores Mat’s attempts at talking to her, opting to read a book she brought along and gives Calista the stink eye anytime she speaks. You’re fine with her wanting to ignore Calista, but you don’t want her relationship with Mat to suffer because of this, so towards the end of lunch, you excuse yourself to the washroom in hopes that she might talk to Mat if you step away. 

The only problem is that Calista decides to tag along with you, claiming she needs to wash her hands. You suspect there will be something more and your suspicions are proved true when you’re washing your hands and she walks up next to you. 

“The whole kid-trap thing is really cute,” she says, fixing her hair. “Just keep in mind that it’s me in his bed every night.” 

She doesn’t give you a chance to say anything before she quickly walks out of the restroom. You stand in shock for a moment, because you haven’t had a girl talk to you like that since high school. Liana wasn’t wrong when she told you there was something off about the new girl Mat was seeing, but this teenage-like attitude? This isn’t something that Nora is going to be around.

You storm out of the restroom, planning on taking Nora and leaving right away but you stop short when you see Mat and Nora talking. She’s giggling about something he must have said and the fondness and love in his eyes towards her is almost enough to make you stay but one look at Calista, reminds you why you were leaving in the first place. So, you walk over to the table, picking up Nora from her chair even though she’s capable of walking herself and tossing a twenty on the table. You don’t look at Mat before you leave, only calling out a goodbye over your shoulder. 

Nora doesn’t say anything until you’re buckling her seatbelt. 

“I didn’t like her,” she says casually.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Me neither.”

*** 

Mat blows up your phone with calls and texts but you ignore them. As soon as you left the restaurant, you planned on driving straight home and you knew that was where Mat would look first so instead you drove around aimlessly until you ended up in Jax’s driveway. Nora fell asleep about twenty minutes ago and you didn’t want to wake her, so you sent him a text to come out to your car. You watch as Jax comes out of his house and runs down the driveway in bare feet, climbing in your car and closing the door quietly. 

“It went that bad, huh?”

You’re quiet for a moment before leaning forward and resting your head on the steering wheel and taking a deep breath. 

“I feel like Mat and I are stuck in this constant cycle, you know?” you mutter quietly.. “Like, two steps forward and then five back. Everytime I think we’re making progress, something happens and I can’t help but wonder if I should have let him in her life at all. I’ve been a mom for 6 years, and Mat has only been a parent for a few weeks so the rational part of me knows I can’t be too hard on him, but I feel like we’re not making any progress and this is just going to end up bad, especially for Nora.”

Jax knows you well, and doesn’t say anything right away. He lets you say and feel your own thoughts out loud before giving his opinion. 

“Want me to sugarcoat anything?” he asks and you lift your head to look at him. Jax is looking at you with slight concern so you know he’s about to give you his exact thoughts. 

You shake your head and he sighs. 

“I think you still have feelings for Mat,” he says and when you open your mouth to cut him off, he stops you. “I’m not saying that you’re still in love with him, but you have something going on in your head that is creating chaos with the relationship you have with him now. You said he’s doing well with Nora, yeah?”

You nod, but don’t say anything. 

“If he’s doing well with Nora, you shouldn’t be having these doubts about if you should have let him in her life. You’re her mom, you know what’s best and if you really felt like it wasn’t working, you would have stopped it right away. You are the problem, whatever lingering feelings you are holding inside, you’ve got to figure them out.”

For a split second, you hate Jax. For a split second, you want to yell and scream and swear at him because he’s right.

“He has a girlfriend,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Jax says. “Why are you upset about it?” 

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

He doesn’t say anything until you look at him. 

“I think you do,” he replies.

You hate that he’s right.

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[mikodrawnnarratives]

TW BLOOD

(bit ltr on)

TW REFERENCED CHARACTER DEATH

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | Part 2 | This is Part 3 | Extra

Gonna add some after comic shenanigans because I have thought of a LOT

It'll be linked as Extra

likely will be comprised of memes with maybe some serious

Long post under the cut!

And rambling right after like. a lot. jkfdjklsd

It’S DONE

Well besides the extras and memes I’ll include in another part that. I don’t know when I’ll finish. But stay tuned I’m gonna go ham. I can't wait to share the memes especially loll

Fair warning my rambling here gets a little all over the place so if I repeat myself. Sorry lol. 

If I knew how to include a second read more I would

anyway , I think I've made this comic lighter towards the end of this comic (both on purpose with the backgrounds and story lol) but this ending I hope is a combination of bittersweet and hopeful. Y/n gets to have a new family and connection to humanity that I think would be beneficial. 

How they’d take finding out Y/n is a VAMPIRE is it’s own can of worms that you can decide for yourself how would go down. Best outcome is that Y/n continues to watch over the generations influenced by Vanessa and her family during their immortality. 

Gregory and Cassie still haven’t been introduced in the Naff’s Cryptid Sightings universe by the time I post this, so if/when they are their characterization most likely will be different. And ggy likely won’t be placed in the au. Which is completely understandable! Tho an alternative path following canon fnaf more with 3 star fam, ggy n such is a concept I LOVE in the Cryptid Sightings world! I’ll go into it more ltr

Greg and Cass already have cryptid parents but now they get Uncle Eclipse and Uncle/Aunt/Pibling/Auncle/Etc Y/n. And Y/n gets to have one more purpose in protecting these ppl they will grow to care a lot about that knew Vanessa when Y/n couldn’t connect with her. Lots of sharing stories abt Vanessa occurs.

I’ll joke abt this in the extras & memes part but I think It would be so funny if Y/n can one moment be depressed and then Eclipse mentions Cass & Greg and they’re like “RIGHT I NEED TO PLAN HOW IM GONNA SPOIL THEM FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY” or “I LOST TO GREGORY LAST TIME IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN” or “I NEED TO CHECK UP ON THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY’RE ACTUALLY RESTING AFTER THEY FOUGHT THAT CRYPTID”

Eclipse is simultaneously grateful they have a new source of motivation, they haven’t seen you like this in a while, and he doesn’t dislike Gregory or Cassie. BUT since Cassie and Gregory are still Cryptid Hunters, it isn’t IDEAL lmao

On to elaborating on the comic: I love 3 star fam (by extension cassie) and Vanessa had growth offscreen so now her dying wish to y/n is like:

Nessie: hey. Make sure my kids (that aren't kids anymore) don't die ok cool cool

Sure Greg and Cass have Freddy and Roxy but between:

Demonic cryptids that have no experience being a human NOR a cryptid hunter human at that 

Vs

Friend that might just be there still since if these cryptids could have humanity there's a chance my friend sending me memes that are so in character with their personality is ALSO still human despite being vampire and maybe ness & them could reconcile and Greg and Cass could finally meet the only person ness would have considered family and-

Nessie never would have considered y/n still having their humanity if it weren't for Freddy and by extension Roxy 

And btw Ness would not have given her phone to y/n if she wasn't sure that y/n wouldn't hurt Greg and Cass.

She. Didn't expect y/n to go the extra mile and meet them in person. The phone would give y/n their contact information and all the photos of memories they missed out on

Y/n cries when they unlock ness's phone and Nessie still hadn't changed her password

The video she made that y/n sees at the end is when she was first entertaining the idea of y/n possibly still having their humanity, but still wasn’t sure. It was a video that she only ever planned on y/n seeing if she either died and/or she was sure y/n was still human in some regard. She wanted to leave y/n with something in that scenario.

Vanessa here meeting Vanessa in Cryptid Sightings and Lost episode canon would certainly be something. Vanessas from canon Cryptid Sightings would just. Not know how Vanessa got over it and neither does Ness here know

Also, there are some details for this canon divergence au that are completely settled to me and other details I don't have a solid idea for. Like, I'm not SET on how Nessie and Greg would meet, ness and Cass, if it would be at the same time, who would be doing the glitchtrapping.  Prob becuz some of those are still unclear in canon canon FNAF and others I'm just indecisive

I'll leave it a little loose, up in the air

Also the possession being done by the same cryptid wouldn’t be possible with Cryptid sighting’s universe rules so. I’m not gonna bother figuring out those details for this comic. 

But I do love the idea of Nessie growing closer to Greg and Cass and at least Ness and Greg sharing a bond over dealing with Glitchtrap

Speaking of glitchtrapped GGY in cryptid au-

The wizards FAVORITE now being in same universe as demonic cryptids that would absolutely want to slaughter Glitchtrap for possessing a KID? Making him kill multiple people, including a kid his age? Tasty. Scrumptious. I want to make a separate post just thinking Abt how canon crew for cryptid sightings might react to GGY, especially Cryptid Sun & Moon/Eclipse. I'll save most of that rambling for that potential post since there's so much angst potential. 

While im here, I’ll ask. Naff, how would Eclipse react to a child, possessed by a demonic cryptid, having killed other children? Or. Is that a spoiler since these characters could be introduced in a reunion work and whether Cassie gets possessed to mirror canon fnaf is still up in the air? 👀

@/puhpandas can be blamed for my brain rot of the GGY story and dr rabbit stuffs and the potential it could bring.

Tho I don't expect to see GGY in any continuations of cryptid sightings lol I don't know how that would work when cryptid sightings already has laid down rules for possession in that universe and Glitchtrap is already gone. I'll happily see what Gregory and Freddy are like when they (hopefully) appear in future continuations of cryptid sightings

But since this is canon divergence I can indulge in three star fam real quick

To follow canon canon FNAF (or at least the fanon built off of the scrapped security breach canon as well as what stayed in sb), Vanessa would be saved by Gregory and Freddy, I'm undecided if Cassie would join in sooner or later. Nessie would regardless have to stomach being around kids that remind her of her trauma since she can't just fully IGNORE them. Gregory would have no one since I love the angst of the theory he killed his loving family as GGY 

So. Nessie would probably know that and it would make the situation hard.

Vanessa would grow a bond with Gregory and Freddy at some point, Gregory has a head start  due to. Y'know. Glitchtrap. Hard to not have some sort of connection to the kid that went through what you did too.

Anyway, Vanessa here would be saved by Gregory and Freddy to match up with canon. Or at least, the fanon I subscribe to for security breach since canon was lack luster and scrapped all the good ideas for Vanessa last minute.

Nessie and Gregory would have the shared experience of dealing with Glitchtrap trauma and Cassie gets roped, just like canon, with the whole Mimic situation. Then Nessie has two kids that she can't fully ignore but also can't stomach COMPLETELY being there for. Fun.

But since I adore 3 star fam too much, Vanessa is able to grow attached to Gregory like a big sister eventually (i adore big sis nessie dkljssfkld look at @/boringa55binch 's stuff you'll get ITTT)

When I'd imagine Cassie would be introduced, I bet Nessie would have a harder time with her around since what we've seen of Cassie in canon is only of her getting fooled. I bet Nessie would have a harder time around her for that reason.

But it's not like she COULD leave them completely alone since she's the one with the most cryptid hunting experience. And if these kids are SO INSISTENT about getting into trouble, fine. She owes them after all

I've been undecided if Cassie would be apart of the gang when Nessie is saved so that's up in the air for what ppls like most

Time skip is about 20-30 years ltr I've determined so, Ness did die when she was relatively young. (The circumstances of how she died are a plot device yes i will admit shush it isn’t terribly important sorry jklfdsjksfd)

I'm not the greatest at drawing aged characters so there you have it, Cassie and Gregory are in their late twenties early thirties.

Nessie knows it is a gamble to ask Y/n this favor. But, she's a worried big sis, being around Roxy and Freddy I bet would have softened her heart to the general idea of cryptids not being bad, and y/n doesn't seem to be bad atm. It could be a ghost that'll haunt watch over them, or Nessie's best friend can continue to be long distance buds with Nessie's new family.

And if Y/n was truly gone and all that remained was the vampire tendencies, by this point she has trust Gregory, Cassie, Freddy, and Roxy can keep each other safe. If it was truly a mistake to give y/n her trust.

So, that's why y/n hypes themself up and visits the graveyard when Gregory is there. And it did take a lot out of them but y'know I like the idea of y/n getting close with the gang.

It does make the next cryptid reunion a little weird.

Y/n & Eclipse: YOU DIDN'T MENTION VANESSA WAS A PART OF THE CREW NOW??

Freddy & Roxy: YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT VANESSA

Like, imagine both describing Vanessa in previous reunions, and NOW they're finding out it was the same person.

Vampire reveal set aside for later, this is y/n's newest reason to LIVE (mentioned earlier im gonna indulge on details down here)

They can't die yet! They still have memes to send to these kids! Jokes to tell! Series to make them binge with Y/n over a call! This is the gosh darn happiest Eclipse has seen them in decades!!

Flipping between seeing Gregory and Cassie as their nephew and niece and competing with Freddy and Roxy over the title of parent. Regardless of age. (they joke but Y/n never actually competes for the title, they are much too anxious of doing something wrong. Plus, Roxy and Freddy would be pretty tough to beat)

I also think it would be hilarious if Y/n sent out Eclipse with a chancla when Gregory does a Human Hero Complex goof up that painfully reminds y/n of their Human Hero Complex goof ups. He isn't allowed to make the same mistakes without consequence. And y/n WILL stay back in the bushes with goggles to SEE IT HAPPEN. Eclipse ain't worried abt y/n's mental state when they're too invested with their Nephew and Niece.

Gregory: We are adults.

Y/n: Yeah but you're also stupid humans who don't know when to quit.

Eclipse does get a chuckle they're now complaining so much abt human's having these stupid hero/martyr complexes when they were a human not so long ago themself lol

and

didn't mention before but

Y/n and Vanessa compared to Cassie and Gregory parallels that would could be explored.

ANYWAY (get an “anyway” tracker for this post 💀)

Cryptid Sightings doesn't have Cassie or Gregory in their cast of characters yet so (i think I mentioned this earlier but still), this could age. As of writing this, no reunion fic has been published. Might make a note of that if I release this after the fact. But still. Indulge with me in the hyjinks. I haven’t even begun on Freddy being a dad to y/n and possible Roxy dynamic with y/n lolll.

This au of an au of an au still has lots of angst to be explored like. Oh yeah, Gregory was controlled by Glitchtrap too and has a fuck ton of ptsd SINCE HE WAS TWELVE

Fun discussion for later at thanksgiving over zoom. One that Greg is just like: Can we get back to video games pls. now.

The bombshell that will be Y/n revealed to be a Vampire is still up in the air like I said earlier. But, y'know, it might go better this time.

Y/n hopes for that. Hopes. Funny, you haven't smiled this much in a while.

Vanessa's death hurts. Both of them were too young for their fates. It hurt especially when they were saying goodbye for the very last time. Nessie's death was coming and Y/n knew that, but at the same time. Y/n can focus on caring about people Nessie cared about. People Nessie trusted them to care for.

I like the idea of Y/n continuing to watch over and keep in contact with the people Nessie has impacted in some way. Nessie to Gregory and Cassie to whoever they inspire and have become their successors. And they got so much more they are looking forward to now. Knowing humans and sticking around them even digitally has its risks but I think it could be pretty grounding. They have even more dates to look forward to aside from halloween. Which, will be fun to celebrate with Gregory and Cassie fam.

They can't wait to do some more living.

#*ends with direct thingie from lost episode* oh yeah Im so smurt #Last Goodbye and First Hello comic #I have to go write an essay now #yes those are scars on cassie she did not get away from the cryptid mimic unscathed #3 star fam #<- mostly HINTED at/referenced #my art #MDN art tag #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings fanart #vampire!y/n #the lost episode #cryptid sightings the lost episode #glamrock freddy #fnaf vanessa #vanessa a. #fnaf vanessa a. #fnaf cassie #dcamv #daycare attendant multiverse #gregory fnaf #fnaf gregory #gregory fazbear #cryptid hunter!y/n #cryptid hunter y/n #tw blood #blood #cw blood #cw character death #character death

[mchlgayser]

─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

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[roonilwazlibimagines]

annoying - d.m x female!reader

Blurb: draco will never beat the annoying allegations, because he is annoying, but he is also romantic or the three times draco was annoying but the three times he made it up to her or just like really fluffy draco malfoy stuff

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: I FORGOT TO SAY THAT THIS IS NOT SMUT BUT IT IS VERY SUGGESTIVE AND INVOLVES NUDITY IM SORRY BUT LIKE VERY MUCH 16+

A/N: this started as a list of things i thought draco malfoy would do as a boyfriend but it turned into this and i made them married because they're traditional!! and they would not live together before marriage!! and i wanted them to live together for this!! in hindsight i could have written around it but i wrote this by the pool and it didn't occur to me then!! i will not change it now!!

ps. in my mind this is with potter!daughter but there was no mention of other potters so i didn't force it, but if you would like to read draco x potter!daughter please check this tag or come talk to me about them because i am obsessed with them!

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“I’d say,” she tapped her finger to her lip, noticing the blonde boy hanging on her every word, “annoying,” she said with a confident finality.

“What?” She had to stop the amused expression she would normally wear, trying to convince her astounded husband that she was being serious. “You’re so full of shit.”

She gasped.

“You’re literally proving my point.” He rolled his eyes and manoeuvred his body to grab onto her hips and pull her towards him.

“Take it back.” He was peppering kisses all over her neck making her let out a traitorous giggle. But she refused to deny it.

It had started less than five minutes earlier. It was well past eleven at night and the young, newly wed couple were still in that stage where neither necessarily wanted to sleep, still fascinated with the idea of being married and wondering what differences came with it.

Draco was reading a new book that she had bought because the blurb sounded like something he would like and she was writing something down in her notebook, being extra careful not to get ink in the bed. Again.

When she suddenly put her quill down, a thump eliciting from the force of it landing on the paper, Draco didn’t even finish the sentence he was on before he dogeared the page he was on and put the novel on his lap to look at the pretty girl slouched next to him.

“If you could describe me in one word, what would it be?”

“Beautiful,” he replied without an ounce of hesitation. She rolled her eyes, copying his actions with her own notebook and placing it on the bedside table with the quill that managed to keep its ink where it was meant to be.

“You’re flattering me,” she turned her head back towards, “tell me the truth.”

“I am,” he insisted, also placing his book on his side so he could reposition himself to look at her properly. Her pyjamas were hanging loosely over her body and she had various strands falling out of her ponytail framing her face that was ever so slightly starting to puff up due to the late hour. But Draco was telling the truth.

“Alright, well give me another.”

Draco thought about this one for a second, trying to find a word that suited her but would also appease her interest.

She stared up at him as he hummed to himself. His hair was dishevelled and his t-shirt clung onto his biceps in a way that forced her to focus on the words leaving his pretty lips.

“Strong-willed.”

“Interesting,” she hummed, having a feeling that he was trying to say something to get a reaction out of her. Well, a reaction was what he was going to get.

“Well, if I had to describe you in one word,” she paused noticing how he quirked up slightly at that, “I’d say…” and that was how she ended up being trapped by his arms, victim to his kisses and fingertips digging into the flesh on her sides.

“I’m not annoying, love.” He said, finally loosening his grip on her, but when she made no effort to move he kept his arm draped loosely over her hips, keeping her back pushed against his chest.

“Lies,” she basically hissed the word at him leaving him with a cocky smirk that she had to strain her neck to see.

Because he was annoying.

It was literally just this morning that he had annoyed her.

“Draco,” her voice echoed throughout the house and Draco put down his spoon to yell back, “What?”

He was at the dining table, eating a second breakfast, and he swallowed his cereal as he heard her footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Did I leave my lip balm down there?” Her voice was slightly less loud as she made her way to him, confident she had left it on the table when they ate breakfast together. Or, Draco’s first breakfast together.

Draco’s eyes didn’t take long to land on the cylinder, stood up right in front of where his pretty wife had been sitting minutes ago. He quickly snatched it into his hand, securing it in his palm before she appeared in front of him.

“Haven’t seen it,” he mumbled, grabbing his spoon in his free hand to shove more cereal in his mouth, hoping it would prevent him from giving himself away.

“Really?” She asked, making her way over to the kitchen, “I could’ve sworn I left it here.” He could hear her moving around various objects and sighing when she gave up and moved to the living room.

“It’s literally just a white cylinder, are you sure you haven’t seen it?” She made her voice louder to reach him from the other room where he could hear her rummaging around the lounge, no doubt seeing if it had fallen into one of the many crevices. Why? He wasn’t sure. She hadn’t been there this morning.

“I know what your lip balm looks like,” he replied moodily. He heard her huff and when he looked back up from his bowl she was standing in front of him. Good to see she could be quiet when she wanted to be.

“You have it.”

“What?” Draco dropped his spoon again, said lip balm burning a hole through his palm.

“You have it.” And within seconds she was directly in front of him. But Draco was quicker and he had risen to his full height, putting his traitorous hand behind him as his chair made a loud scraping noise against their floor.

“Show me your hand.” She moved to grab his hand hiding behind his back but he turned so she couldn’t reach.

“You need to work on your reflexes, babe.”

“You need to stop acting like a child, babe,” she mimicked.

She had her hands folded across her chest, hoping to catch him by surprise when she made to move again.

He was looking down at her with a horrid smirk, her squinted eyes and downward curve of her lips only serving to make it stronger.

“Give it to me,” she whined, suddenly making a move to grab it. Draco had let his guard down ever so slightly, distracted by her pretty face and this time when she went to grab it, her fingers brushed his knuckle.

But Draco needed to make sure she couldn’t reach it so this time, his arm went above his head and he knew it was the right move when she whined once more, “Draco.” She dragged out the last vowel of his name and made a slight movement that looked like her stamping her foot in the ground in annoyance.

“Why are you like this?”

Draco only shrugged his shoulders, making her huff as she brought her arms around her chest once more.

When he didn’t say anything, she continued.

“I’m not going to beg for it.”

“But you sound so pretty when you do.” She scoffed at him and his stupid smirk and his stupid lanky height that meant there was no way for her to reach it without jumping. And even that would be a stretch.

“Draco Malfoy, I swear-“ but she never finished because he got an awful twinkle in his eye when she said his full name and she wasn’t having it. She took a step towards him and reached to the very tip of her toes to try and grab it.

Her hand only reached his wrist.

“You’re such a child.” She groaned, straining to reach even further. Draco brought his head back slightly to look at her determined face trying to and grab the lip balm, still secure in his palm.

She gave up trying to reach and instead wrapped her fingers around his wrist and tried with all her might to drag it down.

She let out a soft groan that made Draco chuckle.

“Maybe if you’d ask nicely I’d give it to you.”

Draco was sure the devil himself had taken the place of his pretty wife with the dirty look he was on the receiving end of.

“Draco,” she said, dropping her hold on his wrist and taking the tiniest of steps back.

“Yes, my love.”

“Can I please have my lip balm?” Her voice was steady and Draco knew that she was fighting her own mind not to scream and shout until she got her way.

“Well, because you asked so nicely.” He dropped his hand, but still put it behind his back as he lent down to press a soft kiss to her pouting lips.

When he pulled back she was giving him an impatient look, her palm out, waiting for him to give it back to her.

Still smirking, he put it in her hand, quickly pulling his hand away when her fingers wrapped around it and she snatched it away. Huffing as she made her way back up the stairs.

“A thank you would be nice,” Draco yelled out, going back to his soggy cereal and chuckling when a string of profanities floated all the way to his ears.

She was quick to remind him of this incident now that they were in bed and Draco still stood by the fact that he was not annoying.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that was annoying,” he argued, with her back still against his chest. She rolled her eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see.

“I would.”

“I was just teasing,” he insisted and she scoffed. “You know I would’ve given it back to you.”

He was partially right, he did like to tease her, but teasing her was annoying.

It was only that weekend that that had gone to a house party with some friends from high school. Everyone was taking advantage of the summer months, and most of them were sitting outside, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon without the sun blaring down on them.

She had been inside for the last hour or so, trying to avoid any red flesh and catching up with some old friends, but when the noticed the guilty star had left the sky, they started to make their way out.

She noticed immediately that there weren’t going to be enough chairs, so she happily made her way over to Draco and sat on his lap.

He was halfway through a conversation with someone and even though he didn’t explicitly acknowledge her presence, he still manoeuvred his body so she could make herself comfortable. And once she stopped wriggling all over him, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She was happy sitting there, sipping her drink, laughing at whatever her friends said, and enjoying the way the scent of her boyfriend overtook her senses.

Halfway through one of their stories she felt something crawling on her arm and with a quiet groan she twitched in Draco’s lap, flicking the intruder away.

“What’s wrong, lovey?” Draco bent down to whisper in her ear so as not to disrupt the conversation and draw attention to them.

“The bugs are eating me alive,” she huffed, repositioning herself so she was half draped over his lap.

“Can’t blame them,” he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, “you taste so good.”

She gave him an unimpressed look and the edge of his lips quirked up in a familiar smirk before their attentions went back to the conversation.

Every now and then she’d twitch whenever a crawling trespasser appeared on her skin. Each instance followed by a huff and a sigh from the pretty girl resting on Draco’s lap.

Draco was trying his best to defend his girlfriend, removing his hand from her waist to wave it around anytime a bug even dared to look at her and keeping a loose arm around her so she could wriggle and swat away whenever she pleased. But for some reason, the bugs had chosen his pretty girl to annoy tonight, and no one was as in tune with her annoyance as he was.

That’s why he thought what he was about to do was risky. She was already annoyed, but it wasn’t at the hands of him, so he figured he’d do it anyway.

When the conversation had started to die down and people turned to the others around them, starting their own private conversations, Draco turned down to his wife and started a conversation with her.

She was happily chatting away, and Draco was listening intently. He promised. But when she got towards the end of her sentence and took a breath, Draco purposefully furrowed his eyebrows together.

He noticed immediately the increase of diameter of her pretty eyes and the way she froze ever so slightly in his lap.

“What’s that?” He asked, flicking his head up in the direction of her own.

“What’s what?” Her voice had risen an octave and Draco was glad the rest of the group were talking over each other loud enough to drown her out.

“That,” Draco said again, subtly taking his hand away from the valley of her spine. “I think,” he paused and got the desired effect with the look of fright she was giving him, “there’s a,” she was frozen on his lap, “a bug on you.” And as he finished the world’s longest sentence his fingertips found her neck and a tiny squeal left her lips as she contorted her body into his, naive to think she’d find safety with him.

She could feel his whole body shake as he let out a strong laugh, his arms returning around her waist and locking her into his grasp as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I hate you so much.”

Draco could feel her pulse and he almost felt bad for causing her such annoyance, but when she strained her neck to frown at him, a hard crease between her pretty eyes, he couldn’t help the boyish smirk that enveloped his face.

“Liar,” he retorted, not missing the way she clung to him when she thought there was danger.

“I apologised for that,” Draco whined, now in bed. Similarly pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she recalled just how annoying his teasing was.

He did feel bad for it. He didn’t think it would upset her that much. He just wanted to upset her slightly.

“Still annoying,” she grumbled, refusing to look back up at him.

“C’mon,” Draco continued, a tinge of a whine tainting his tone, “you love being teased.”

She rolled her eyes at his poor attempt of a double entendre.

But this time he was telling the truth.

It was only last week when this had occurred.

They had only been married for a couple of months after almost a year of being engaged, but their house was in the works the second Draco proposed to her so they would have somewhere to go when a permanent gold band rested where their fourth finger on their left hand came in contact with the knuckle.

Draco was at her house, going over the plans to ensure she was happy with anything. She was listening. Partly. She trusted Draco.

"Oh," he added as well, knowing that he didn't have her complete attention, "we also have to decide if we want a pool."

"Obviously," she scoffed, knowing by the way that the corner of his mouth tugged upward that he was just trying to get her involved.

Because Draco knew he wanted a pool, and he was glad for it when they woke up to the sun peaking through their window, waking them up and inviting them to join it outside while they played in the pool.

Draco was already in, unbothered by the wait of his pretty wife who took slightly longer to get ready. And the wait was worth it when she came out in a two-piece which Draco really thought was an overstatement considering how little of her was covered.

She swayed her hips on purpose, noticing the slight part in her husband's pretty lips, doing a faux pose when she reached the pool that made Draco clear his throat.

"You look good."

"I know," she beamed at him cheekily, throwing her towel on the chair next to his and tying her hair up in a high bun. "I'm not in the mood to get my hair wet today, I'm too lazy to wash it."

Draco didn't say anything, but she didn't give it a second thought knowing that his eyes were preoccupied.

Draco floated over to the stairs as she made her way in, letting out a little squeal as her feet touched the first step.

"It's so cold!"

"You can't be serious." Draco let out a small chuckle as she placed her weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm very serious, Draco," she whined, finding the courage to go to the next step.

It was up to her calves, and she was going against the water as she kicked her legs out, trying to acclimatise to the new temperature.

Draco, already knowing he consequences of his actions, placed his hands in the water and flicked it over at her.

"Draco!" She had put her hands out in a poor attempt to save herself from his attack and bent a leg up towards herself in some sort of defence.

He laughed.

"Stop being such a baby." She gave him a pout that very much reminded him of a baby.

But she took no note of her husband’s rude comments and instead put her hands in the water to splash him back. 

“C’mon, yours was much bigger than mine.” Draco rolled his eyes, running a hand through his now wet hair and putting his hands back in the water. 

“Draco Malfoy if you dare-”

She was already folding in on herself, but she never felt the splash or got to finish her statement because Draco had cut her off. 

“C’mon darling, I promise I won’t splash you if you just get in.” 

She put her hands down slowly, not sure how much she should trust the blonde haired boy giving her a sly grin. 

“I don’t trust you,” she said, her actions betraying her words as she took another step down. It reached just above her bottom piece and Draco heard her take a sharp breath in as a couple of goosebumps erupted on her lotioned skin. 

One more step to go.

“I promise I won’t splash you.” He had an odd look of sincerity on his face, but she made sure to keep eye contact with him as she placed her hands in the water and brought them to the tops of her shoulders in an attempt to let her body become familiar with the cool liquid.

She went to the next step. She took in a shaky breath, moving on the spot in a hurried motion to try to bring some warmth to her body. 

“One more step, love, c’mon.” Draco opened his arms in an attempt to get her into his embrace. 

“I swear, Draco, if you splash me,” she trailed off, letting her foot fall off the last step and pushing her body towards his arms. 

He grabbed onto her, his hands roaming around her hips as he bent his head down to press a kiss to her pretty lips. 

“Yeah,” he said, pulling away with a slight breathlessness, “you’ll what?” He lent back to kiss her, unashamed, he knew he was in trouble the second he saw her enter the backyard in her little bikini that didn’t leave a lot to his imagination. 

“I-I’ll,” she forced herself to pull away even though she wanted nothing more than to kiss her pretty husband until their skin shrivelled from the water. But Draco had other plans, because when she was looking at him, a soft look in her eyes from the way he had kissed her, he decided this was the perfect time.

His fingers locked around her waist and the last thing he saw was her pretty eyes widen as he pulled her under the water with him.

He knew he’d never hear the end of it the second he brought them to the surface and she let out a couple of dramatic coughs.

“Are you trying to kill me?” She shrieked, blinking the water out of her eyes and pushing his shoulders ever so slightly with the butt of her palm. His arms were still locked around her waist and he had no intention of letting go.

All he did was laugh in response, flicking his blonde hair out of his eyes and leaning down to pepper kisses all over her slimey face. All he could taste was her sunscreen and she kept twisting in his grasp and trying to pull her face away from him, but he continued his attack bravely.

“Hey,” he said, letting out a chuckle despite the grumpy look on her pretty face, “I only promised not to splash you.”

She wanted to scream. Instead, she splashed him back.

“Well, I never promised not to splash you.” She said indignantly in a way that reminded Draco of a child.

“Ah,” he said, much too arrogantly for her taste, “is that how you want to play?” He removed his hands around her waist to splash at her, but even though she knew what was coming, she didn’t step away from him.

“Nuh uh,” she whined, turning her head to avoid the water coming into contact with her face, “you promised you wouldn’t splash me.”

“Well, I take it back.” It was then she decided that she hated Draco’s height. She used to admire it, loved how he towered over almost anyone in any room. But now, she came to realise that his arms were much too long, because before she even got the chance to splash him back he had reached out and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her closer to him and bringing her with him under the water once more.

This time she gave him a good shove on the shoulder while they were under the water, but she wondered if Draco even noticed with the way his hands were squeezing her hips and grabbing at her flesh.

It was only when he brought them to the surface that she realised he was trying to find the string keeping her bikini bottom up and once again, she cursed his long fingers for quickly untying the double knot.

“Draco!” Her hands left his shoulders to grab onto her swimmers before Draco got any other ideas, but Draco was quick and in one swift movement he grabbed both of her hands in his.

She wriggled against him, but movement only made the swimmers pull away from her skin so instead she gave him a defeated look.

He was laughing manically, his chest rumbling at her predicament and the pretty pout that was gracing her pretty lips.

In another swift movement he turned her around so her back was against his chest and her hands were still locked up in Draco’s large hand jail, but the movement was not her friend because with his other free hand, Draco had grabbed the traitorous bottom and thrown it out of the pool, quick to bring it to the front and give her top the same treatment.

He was taking his time, kissing all over her neck, trying to get her to succumb to his pleasures, but she was strong-willed and it was only the way her voice gave a slight tremble at the end of her sentence that gave her away.

“You’re so annoying.”

Draco was now kissing her neck in a similar fashion, but she wasn’t going to give in.

“Thought you liked it then?” He teased, his voice low from the late hour and soft due to their proximity.

“I mean it was alright.” Draco could tell by the slight quiver of her voice and lack of comeback that his little neck kisses were getting to her.

“Do you want to try another word, darling?”

But while the kisses may have softened her, she was still able to respond with, “romantic.”

Because he was.

The only reason she was looking for her lip balm was because he was taking her out for lunch.

And when she came down, all dressed up for him, she twirled on the spot, loving the soft look in his eyes compared to the mischievous twinkle he had worn trying to get a reaction out of her.

They were sitting across from each other and when she rested her hand on the table, Draco took it in his own and neither arm was strong enough to move from its position.

While they waited for the server to come over, she used her free hand to rifle through her bag and when she found the desired lipstick and started putting it on, Draco squinted his eyes at her.

“What?”

“I want to ask you a question.” She gave a seconds pause before putting her lipstick away and facing her pretty husband.

“I’m scared.”

He disregarded her comment and asked, “what’s in your bag?”

“My bag?” She gave him a confused look, losing the warmth of his palm as she grabbed her bag for a second time. The very expensive bag Draco had bought for her only a month or so ago because she had made a trivial comment about how pretty it was when they first walked past it.

She opened it and showed it to him, he was her husband, she had nothing to hide.

Draco liked what he saw. Lipstick, a little mirror, the perfume she usually wore in a small cylindrical glass, and the lip balm he had teased her about this morning.

“What if I forgot the card at home?” he chuckled, his smile only intensifying at the confused look on his pretty girl’s face.

“The credit card?”

“What other card, darling?” The smirk on his face told her he was telling a fib, but she still asked, “did you?”

She never got her response though as the server politely interrupted the conversation, causing her to close her bag back up and listen to Draco repeat what she had told him she wanted from the menu.

The fact that he was ordering told her all she needed to know about the card situation, but she still continued the conversation as if there had been no interruption.

“In all honesty, I stopped bringing money with me after, like, our second month of going out.”

This made Draco let out a laugh that was an inappropriate volume given their surroundings, but the couple didn’t notice.

When Draco calmed down, he put his hand back on the table and she reached out to hold onto it.

“Good,” he said, bringing their intertwined hands towards him to press a row of soft kisses along her knuckles.

When he had frightened her over the bug situation, he kissed and doted on her the rest of the afternoon, feeling bad that he had upset her so greatly.

When her cup was empty he placed her on his seat and went inside to fill it back up for her. Lifting her back onto his lap when he returned.

When they arrived home he had her silk robe waiting for her the second her foot stepped out of the shower and he happily had her sit on the edge of the bathtub as he completed her skincare.

“You know,” she said, giving him the saddest look she could muster, “I was so scared when you pretended there was a bug on me, it really tired me out, I don’t think I can do my skincare.” He let out a large scoff, even though she was still frowning, giving him a faux innocent look with her silk robe wrapped tightly around her.

“C’mere,” he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub but reached out to grab her fingertips, bringing her closer to him so he could sit her on the edge next to him, “you big baby.”

And even after he played with her pretty hair until she fell asleep, he still felt bad. He let out a sigh as he begrudgingly got out of the comfortable bed and once he was outside of their room he called for the house elf and instructed him to get a bunch of her favourite flowers before they woke up.

Draco found that he fell asleep quite easily after he had settled that matter and his arms were wrapped around the waist of his pretty wife.

But he was disgruntled when he woke up hours later to find said pretty wife sitting on the edge of the bed, a small white card in her hand that he assumed belonged to the bunch of her favourite flowers that the house elf had delivered.

He lazily trailed his fingertips down her spine, enjoying the way she jolted at his touch.

“Come back to bed, lovey.” When she put the card down and turned around she found Draco’s arm sprawled out to the side from where he had let it linger on her skin. His eyes were still closed and his hair was sticking on his forehead.

She leant over to smooth it away from his pretty face and when he brought his arm back up she gingerly found her way back to him, his arm coming back down the second he was satisfied she was comfortable.

And it was after they christened the pool that she started to whine about her wet hair.

“I told you I didn’t want to wash it.” Draco wished he had a couple more minutes before her attitude came back, but was quick to remember he was the reason she was in a mood and so he kept that thought to himself.

She was behind him while Draco swam to the edge to receive the two pieces he had meanly thrown out of reach.

“I’m not getting them,” she had scoffed at his reply when she said she needed her swimmers back to which Draco pointed to the edge of the pool where they were sprawled haphazardly. “I’m naked,” she whispered as if it was a sin worse than what had just occurred in their own swimming pool.

“I’ll wash it for you,” he grumbled throwing her swimmers at her. She wasn’t quick enough to grab them so they floated on the surface of the water. She picked up the bottoms and started tying the knots in the appropriate places.

“Really?” She asked, Draco already swimming back to her, picking her top up and redoing the knots he had cruelly untied moments before.

“Of course my love.”

And that was how she found herself sitting in between his legs, warm water filling their bathtub with rose petals tickling her calves and the smoke of a coconut candle making its way into her nose.

She let out a hum as Draco’s fingertips circled her scalp. She let her head fall back so she could look up at him and he was quick to place a quick kiss on her forehead before gently pushing her head up so he could continue his service.

“You spoil me.” Draco liked when she whined and pouted and screeched whenever he found a new way to annoy her, but more than anything he loved the content in her tone knowing that he would always look after her. No matter how much he annoyed her.

“Romantic sounds better,” Draco hummed, leaning down to press some more kisses along her jaw.

But she was brave and she pulled away so she could turn around and face her lovely husband.

She ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in a way that brought a grin to what Draco thought was her precious face.

How lucky she was, really, to have such a beautiful husband. Who, despite his teasing, made sure that she was treated like royalty. Who would never let her worry about a single thing if he had his way and who made sure she knew he loved her, even if he liked to annoy her. Who called her beautiful even when she called him annoying.

“And handsome,” she whispered, bringing her hand to his soft cheek, not missing the way he leaned into her touch, “so handsome.”

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i am formally requesting a part 2 to the friendship bracelets (please)

A/N: Hi, anon! I am formally delivering part 2 of the friendship bracelets. So sorry for the wait! As always, I hope that you love it! Likes, comments, and reblogs are super appreciated <3

(im not even gonna lie it might be a little bit messy because i proofread these at like 3 AM so i apologize in advance)

Pairing: Obey Me! Brothers x GN!READER

CW: Mentions of death and violence on Asmo’s part, slight lesson 16 spoilers on Belphie's part!

Part 1

Obey Me! Younger Brothers Reacting to MC making matching friendship bracelets for them (Pt. 2)

ASMODEUS

Asmo loves jewelry! He loves all kinds of jewelry - earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, the possibilities are endless!

Asmo can appreciate a good friendship bracelet. He doesn’t have one himself, but you have a couple of them, and he has always thought they were cute. He just hasn’t thought about them that much to the point where he would ask for one. 

Asmo had a speech coming up. He was gonna give this speech in RAD with Lucifer, Diavolo, and Satan. The speech was about the safety of all students in RAD. Recently, an argument occurred between five demons, and as a result, all of them passed away in a gruesome fight. 

Diavolo was heartbroken upon hearing the news, and rightfully so. He desperately wanted the best demons of the council to take part in the upcoming speech. He chose Lucifer - his most trusted right-hand man, and the most respected and feared demon of the seven brothers. Satan - a respectable, smart, and witty demon with the ability to deliver clear points. Asmodeus - A charming, attention-grabbing, and popular demon. These three are all great demons for this job, because 1. Everyone listens to Lucifer. 2. Satan is firm and clear. 3. Everybody loves Asmo. He’s one of the most popular demons in all of RAD, in the whole Devildom, even, so he figured that everyone would listen to Asmo because everybody wants his approval. 

You and Asmo talked about the speech for the first time three days before it was gonna take place. He was, strangely, nervous about it. This was a serious issue, one he wasn’t sure if he qualified to talk about. He only told this to you. He trusts you to death. 

-

“I don’t know, MC… I know I’m the most beautiful demon in this world, and everybody loves me, and I’m so popular, and everyone wants to be my friend...” “But you’re nervous?” You asked. “Exactly! I don’t know why… this is so unlike me!” “You’re gonna do wonderful, sweetheart.” You grabbed his hand. You suddenly grinned and jumped off of his bed. “We need to choose your outfit and makeup for the speech!” You smiled, pulling him to his closet. He let out a well-needed laugh, hugging you and kissing your lips. “This is exactly why you’re my soulmate. You’re too cute, MC!” 

As you guys rummaged through his closet, you guys settled on his demon form with some tweaks - fancy tweaks :) You guys added some accessories, played around with his makeup, ETC, ETC. Just making him look more presentable. 

“So the outfit is settled?” You smiled, blushing slightly. “Yes! Thank you for cheering me up, MC. Let me give you a kiss!” 

-

When Asmo woke up on the day of the speech he kind of lost it. He was getting increasingly nervous, and he kept wandering around his room, not knowing what to do. Luckily, the speech would be held one hour after the brothers would usually have to arrive at RAD - so Asmo, Satan, and Lucifer had time to practice before, get ready, eat, and whatnot. However, you and the rest of the brothers had to leave for RAD at the usual time. 

Asmo woke up a little later than usual. You and his brothers (except for Lucifer and Satan) were eating breakfast. You guys laughed loudly as Mammon told his best jokes, you guys helped each other reach the foods that you couldn’t reach, and the brothers complemented the human realm dish that you had made… you guys looked so calm and happy. Asmo couldn’t help but feel jealous as he heard everyone. When you guys were having the time of your lives, he had to be stressed and nervous?

He was upset that his brothers got all of your attention. You should be here with him! He suddenly missed you, missed your attention, even if you were with him the night prior. It was unfair.

He managed to calm himself down enough to start getting ready. 

As he jumped into the bath, he heard you all leave for RAD. He sighed a loud sigh. He needed you at this moment. 

The truth was, you felt guilty for not being able to be with him. You had been instructed by Lucifer to take the role of the Lucifer of the house this morning, to make sure that no one got to school late. You felt a sense of responsibility that you couldn’t abandon to help Asmo. Everyone in the house would get in trouble if you did, so you chose to follow Lucifer's orders. 

Asmo sat at his vanity when he got done bathing. He was putting his makeup on, putting the jewelry you guys had chosen on, and putting his perfume on. He couldn't shake off that uneasy feeling. He felt defeated.

That was when he noticed a little box on the counter of his vanity. Strange… he didn’t know how it got there. 

He opened the box to find a little pink, blue, and white yarn bracelet in a diamond pattern. Under the bracelet, there was a note. 

“Hi, sweetie! It’s MC. I made you this. I put this here when you were sleeping, I hope you don’t mind. Please wear it to your speech. I asked Solomon to cast a spell on it, a spell that calms you down, so it’ll come to use. I love you lots!” <3” 

He cried. He cried harder than ever. He cried so hard his makeup got ruined. 

He put the bracelet on, and he immediately felt the effects. He felt calmer than ever. He felt like his usual self! He kissed the bracelet and squealed. “My beautiful MC always helping me!” 

- 

Asmodeus was standing on stage, "listening" to Diavolo giving his part of the speech. The truth was, he wasn't paying attention. He was looking for you in the crowd, but he wasn’t able to spot you. He was standing in front of thousands of people, after all, so he wasn't all that surprised that he couldn't spot you. 

After Satan and Lucifer had given their parts of the speech, Asmo had to end the speech perfectly. 

He walked up to the microphone and started talking. It was so quiet in the crowd that you would be able to hear a pin drop. As the end of the speech neared, he finally spotted you and his brothers. You looked as pretty as ever. You saw him looking at you, so you sheepishly gave him a wave. That was when he noticed something on your arm - a bracelet - a bracelet identical to the one he had! He felt his heart flutter instantly, and he stopped talking for a second mid-sentence because of the shock. He did recollect himself, however, and he did in fact end the speech flawlessly. 

As everyone was clapping and cheering he looked at you and blew you a kiss. 

After the speech, he ran up to you and hugged you so tight that you couldn’t breathe. You were laughing and so was he, feeling nothing but joy run through your viens. He gave you a long kiss on your lips and he cupped your cheeks. 

“Sweetie! You’re an angel! Thank you for the bracelet. You have a matching one too! I got so happy when I was you with it on! You’re just too good for me!” 

You reassured him that it was nothing, and he just hugged you even tighter. 

He would NOT let go of you for the entire rest of the day. He did not stop talking either, which you didn’t mind at all, but Lucifer kept scolding you guys for talking in class.

Asmo only ever takes the bracelet off if it clashes with his outfit, other than that he keeps it on all the time. He forces you to take yours off if he thinks it doesn’t match with your outfit too 😭 which you don’t mind, he just wants the best for you. 

He always smiles and kisses the bracelet when he sees it, AND, he runs over to you and kisses you as well. 

That bracelet is his lucky charm - well, his second one. The first one is you. 

BEELZEBUB

Beel didn’t know about friendship bracelets before you gave him one. He never really ran across them anywhere in real life, on social media, in conversations, ETC, so he didn’t seem to know anything about them, or even what they are. 

However, Beel is a gentle giant and he has such a soft spot for you. He appreciates anything you do. You cooked him a meal? He chows down that meal like his life depends on it. You bought him a new sweater? He wears it every day. You made him a friendship bracelet? He has it on at all times and he never takes it off. It doesn’t matter what you did for him, he will always love and appreciate it. 

Beel had an upcoming Fangol match. His biggest one yet. You wanted to do everything that you could to support him and his teammates, but every time you asked what you could do for him, you got the same response. “You being there is enough, MC.” He always smiled at you, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. It was sweet, but you wanted to do something for him.

Three days before the match you got an idea. 

Beel always tells you that you’re his lucky charm, the team's lucky charm. And it’s true! Every single game you’re at, Beel’s team wins. You wanted to give him a little gift to cheer him up before the match, and to give him another lucky charm, one that would be with him forever. 

At 1 AM when almost everyone had fallen asleep and no one had a chance of catching you, well, except for Lucifer, you got out of your room and went to the library of the House of Lamentation. You looked around for the spell book that Solomon had given you a while back, and you found it after thirty minutes of looking. 

You snuck back to your room, holding the book tightly in your arms. 

You walked into your room silently and closed the door behind you, trying not to make noise. You put your book down and you gathered your supplies. This was gonna be a long night. But hey, at least Lucifer didn’t catch you.

-

When the day of the match came, Beel wanted to make sure everything would go smoothly, so he woke up extra early.

There was no school that day, so he had some time to get ready, eat, mentally prepare, get to the match, ETC.

Beel had gathered everyone in the house to the living room when they had woken up. He looked nervous, uncharacteristically so. Beel told everyone all the information about the match that they needed to know, fumbling with his fingers while doing so. 

“So the match starts at 8 PM, therefore you want us to leave for the match at 7 PM?” Satan asked. “Yes.” Beel nodded. “When are you leaving, Beel?” Lucifer asked. “At three. So in an hour.” “Do you need help with anything until then?” “No. Thank you, though.” Beel smiled, but you could sense that he was still nervous. 

When he had finished telling everyone about the information, and nobody had any more questions for him, he headed straight to the kitchen to calm himself down. You followed him silently.

You tapped him on the shoulder only when he had started eating some pudding that was in the fridge, the pudding that you had made him (how cute). “Oh, MC, is everything okay?” He asked, wiping his mouth as he turned around to look at you. “I was gonna ask you that.” You chuckled, setting yourself on the counter in front of him. 

“I’m nervous. This is a big match.” “You’re gonna do great. Don’t worry.” You put your hand on his shoulder reassuringly. He, in turn, put his hand on yours and smiled at you. “You’re gonna be there, right?” “Of course I am. It’s my responsibility to be there as your lucky charm.” You giggled. That was when you remembered. “Oh! Beel, I have something for you.” Your hand went straight to your pocket, fumbling around inside of it. When you pulled it out, you were holding two identical yarn bracelets: orange, red, and yellow yarn in a braided pattern. 

He looked at them, then looked at you, then looked at them again. He was blushing, hard. 

“MC…” “I made these two days ago. I put a little spell on them, too. My energy is in these bracelets.” You said, blushing. He was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. “I… I want you to have one of them. You know… so that you have a lucky charm even when I’m not there.” You looked away from him. 

Beel didn’t say anything. For a second, you thought he felt indifferent, that he didn’t care, but you suddenly felt his strong arms wrap around your frame. He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, smiling ear to ear. “MC… I don’t know what to say.” He said. “It’s okay. Your appreciation is more than enough.” You quickly responded, wrapping your arms around his back. “I don’t deserve you.” He pulled away to look at your face. He was blushing like crazy, still grinning widely. You giggled and kissed his forehead. “You’re the one I don’t deserve.” You smiled. He cupped your cheeks carefully and kissed your lips gently, pressing his forehead to yours when he pulled away. “Thank you. I will wear it forever and ever.” 

-

You waited anxiously in the crowd, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist. “I hope he’s doing okay.” You said, looking at Belphie next to you. “Don’t worry, MC. This is Beel we’re talking about.” “Yeah. I’m just worried. He looked nervous earlier today.” “It’s okay, MC. He’ll be fine. He has the bracelet after all.” You chuckled at Belphie’s sly smile. “He told you?” “Yeah. He looked really happy.” “I’m glad.” “You did a good deed.” 

When the clock struck eight, his team ran out on the field. The crowd started cheering loudly, supporting Beel and his teammates. They were so loud you couldn’t even hear your thoughts. The brothers were probably the loudest in the crowd, so they weren’t helping.

As everyone got in position when the match was about to start, you saw Beel kissing the bracelet on his wrist. Such a simple, yet intimate act. It made your heart flutter, and you could only kiss the bracelet on your wrist as a response. 

In the end, Beel’s team won the match. You and the brothers almost lost your voices as you guys cheered so loud. Beel could hear every single praise and compliment from you guys, just laughing in response. 

When the match was over, Beel ran over to you and hugged you as tight as he could. He buried his face into your hair, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly as he whispered “I love you, I love you, I love you…” over and over again. When he pulled away, he picked you up and spun you around as you both laughed, feeling nothing but sheer euphoria. 

As I said before, Beel never takes the bracelet off. Not only is it made by you, but he feels your energy and warmth at all times when he was it on, and who doesn’t want that? Also, it’s really pretty, which is a bonus. 

He has made it into a habit to kiss it before he goes to sleep. It always gives him good dreams :,) <3

He gets so warm and fuzzy inside when he sees that you have yours on. He always fiddles with it when you guys are cuddling. He doesn’t even realize that he does it, it just happens. 

He will cherish that bracelet until the end of the world. Beyond that, even. 

BELPHEGOR

As Belphie used to love the human world and visit every chance he got, he learned a lot about friendship bracelets. The Devildom is not big on the friendship bracelet culture, so Belphie is the most knowledgeable about them out of all of his brothers. 

Even though he knows quite a bit about them, he doesn’t have the strongest opinion of them. He thinks they’re cute - and that’s that. 

You and Belphie were laying on the roof of the House of Lamentation, stargazing as you were holding hands. 

As Belphie told you about all of the stars in the sky, you turned your head to face his so that you could see his side profile. He was smiling brightly as his eyes sparkled. He looked so comfortable. It made you happy to see - but you were still unsure. Was he… comfortable enough? 

Your free hand found its way inside your jacket’s pocket. You fiddled with the yarn bracelets in there, thinking silently to yourself. Was he comfortable enough? 

Belphegor’s head turned to yours when he noticed that you had gone silent. He had a small smile on his face, yet he still looked concerned. 

“Is everything okay, MC?” He asked, squeezing your hand. 

You averted your eyes from him, holding the bracelets tight in your hand. “I… I want to give you something.” 

His smile faded, and now he just looked confused. ”Give me something?” 

You took a deep breath before you slowly removed your clenched hand from your pocket, unclenching your fist, revealing two identical friendship bracelets. They are both in a spiral staircase pattern, alternating in different shades of purple - violet, lilac, and lavender.

His face lit up, turning his whole body to face yours. He looked up at your face after looking at the bracelets for a while. 

“Friendship bracelets.” He said. You smiled softly at him. “You know what they are.” You shyly looked away. He, in turn, smiled at you and laughed gently. “Of course I do. I didn’t spend almost all of my time in the human realm many years ago for nothing .” “That’s true.”  

You gently took his wrist, giving him a look. He gave you a reassuring nod before you tied his bracelet on for him. “When did you make these?” He asked. 

“Around two months ago. I’ve been holding onto these for a while because I wasn’t sure if you were comfortable enough with me.” “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot of anxiety. I don’t want to ruin anything between us, you know?” You turned your body to his. 

He knew deep down what you meant. He beat himself up over it, hard. But he had promised you that he wouldn’t, that he had forgiven himself, just like you had forgiven him. But, still, he knew that what had happened affected your ability to fully believe him, which he understood - but it still stung. 

He gently grabbed your wrist, and he took the other bracelet from your hand. 

He tied your bracelet on for you, as you did for him. 

He looked you in your eyes. “Don’t be stupid, MC. I know we’ve had a rough past, but we shouldn’t let that come in the way of our trust.” He smiled at you. “I will always be the most comfortable around you.” 

Your eyes watered as you nodded. You bit your lip to hold back your tears, but you weren’t strong enough. You let the tears flow down the side of your face. He smiled softly at you as he wiped them away. “It’s okay. You should be as comfortable around me as I am around you.” “I know. I am.” 

You took his hand and kissed it, holding it close to your body. “I love you a lot, Belphie.” You smiled. 

He blushed and rolled onto you. “Silly human.” He said, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m sleepy.” He giggled. You both laughed in response and held each other close to one another. 

That gift of yours was so much more to you both than just some silly bracelets - it solved a big issue in your guys’ relationship. You now know that Belphegor fully trusts and loves you and that you can leave the thoughts of the past behind. 

Belphie never takes that bracelet off. EVER. Like you will never catch him with it off. 

He loves looking at it and admiring it, knowing that you probably spent quite some time fiddling with all of the pieces of yarn used to make the bracelet. 

He also adores seeing you have your bracelet on, and it would make him sad to see it missing from your wrist. 

He has also started hugging your wrist with the bracelet on in his sleep. You aren’t sure if he does this intentionally or not, but either way, it’s cute <3 

He also gave friendship bracelet making a go quite recently, so now you guys have two pairs of matching friendship bracelets. The bracelets he made are in a candy stripe pattern with different shades of blue yarn - sapphire, royal, and navy blue! He gifted them to you when you guys went stargazing again, and you ended up bawling your eyes out as he reassuringly hugged you and laughed. 

He still isn’t sure how he managed to get you, but damn he is grateful. 

hi again! yes, the dateables version will also be coming! <3

#om headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #omswd #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me headcanons #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oneshot #asmo x reader #beel x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me fluff

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requested: yes by anon

cw; mentions of not eating properly. please remember to listen to your body and you're perfect just as you are <3

just like any other day, the pogues and you had gone out on an adventure on the hms. you had been out all day in the sun, swimming with your friends. however, it was becoming hard to ignore the dizziness that occurred every time you shifted in your boyfriends lap.

your boyfriend, jj, thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, the universe even. you strongly disagreed with him. which is why you found yourself here, on the verge of passing out in his arms. you hadn't been eating, the horrible feeling of being in a bathing suit in front of everyone getting worse day and day.

finally, the boat reached the dock. you didn't want to stand up yet, in fear of falling in front of all of your friends. instead, you pretended to be asleep. you know that jj would wait for everyone to leave, and then wake you up, as always.

"hey, pretty. time to get up." your eyes opened, just as j helped you get into a sitting position. he then got up, grabbing both of your hands in order for you to do the same. it wasn't until you were standing up completely that your knees buckled under your weight. jj quickly wrapped both of his arms around your waist and slowly laid you down on the ground of the boat. "y/n. hey, y/n!" he panicked before screamimg, "john b!"

john b bolted out of the chateau, followed by sarah. the boat shook as they both jumped on it. "i- i- i don't know what happened, man, she just fell." the blonde was freaking out, his hands never leaving your skin.

sarah was freaking out as well, her hands shaking as she looked at your limp body. "hey, jj. just relax. okay? sarah, can you go grab a cold washcloth?" he requested gently. sarah ran into the chateau, yelling for pope and kiara but when there was no response, she figured they had left. she quickly wet a washcloth and rushed back outside.

john b was trying to get jj back from you because he wouldn't be able to think straight enough to do what he was supposed to. "y/n." he mumbled. it was a few more seconds before your eyes fluttered open, and your body jolted.

john b quickly slid backward, letting jj be the one to help calm you. once he was able to get you to just lie there with your head on his knee, he looked at john b, "hey, can you go make a sandwich or something?" he asked before all of his attention was back on you.

"princess, you have to talk to me. gotta know what happened so i can make it better." he told you, his hand stroking your hair. you took a deep breath that got caught in your throat. he lifted you to where you were sat up properly, leaning up against his chest. "you can trust me, y/n/n. you know that. please just tell me what happened."

a tear slipped down your face, and you took another breath, this time successful. "i- um. i just haven't had anything to eat today, s'all." you whispered, telling him a half lie.

he sighed, turning you around. now, you were leaning up against the wall of the boat, and he was facing you. "i know that's not it, y/n." the tears falling from your face began to fall quicker. "pretty, when was the last time you ate?" he asked you, his tone soft.

you looked down at your lap, worried what he was going to think. "um, three days." you spoke, crying even more. his face dropped. "im sorry, j. i just-" a sob erupted from your throat, cutting yourself off.

he took a breath, closing his eyes in the process. "you don't have to apologize, baby. let's just get you inside, and we'll talk more in the morning. right now, you're gonna eat a sandwich for me or at least half of it and we are gonna go to bed." he declared, not even bothering to give you an opportunity to stand on your own. he just lifted you up.

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #the pogues #obx #outer banks #rudy pankow

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thinking anout the events that happened today with maxo and heres an observation on cucuruchos behavior (also it is almost 4am so im sorry if this makes no sense it makes sense to me)

so when bad asked cucurucho about where maxo was instead of providing an answer it distracted him and left. which in of itself is incredibly interesting because it has no reason to do that. not to our knowledge at least. the federation rules the island and the residents follow their rules. they all know that and they all know maxo broke rules and hence would be taken. so why choose to not acknowledge it? why choose to blatantly act as if it didn’t occur? especially considering richas was a witness to the lightning death. it had to have known richas would tell the others. so yet again what’s the point in hiding it? if you’re trying to establish order wouldn’t the most practical approach be to inform the others what will happen to them if they don’t follow the rules? ain’t that the most common way of maintaining groups of people under control and obedient? and that’s what i find so interesting!! that cucurucho completely avoided mentioning anything of maxo being jailed for doing something illegal. every answer i can think of like maybe it didn’t want the residents to try and look for him. well logically that’s unavoidable especially considering they all know he’s missing after dying to the federation. not exactly the most subtle strategy if that was their thought process. that detail has really got me thinking. the prison wasn’t shown to the public either its something they’ve discreetly kept under wraps. its sorta like having a certain level of control over the residents that even they aren’t aware of. everything about the federation and how they act is so so interesting

#qsmp

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more autistic little mike……. please im begging.. Begging..

ANONNNN why are you me. autistic and little mike are such important headcanons to me so here are some thoughts on how his autism would interact with his littlespace >< also this isn’t really an x reader. there’s no mention of the reader at all. just pls let me be autistic about mike ok

◞♡࿐ (TW for mention and small description of self harm)

• his depression has caused him to fall out of love with a lot of his hyperfixations and special interests so being little feels like the only time he can really indulge in them

• with the help of people on here, i landed on some special interest headcanons!!! i think he really liked legos and airplanes when he was younger so that translates over to his littlespace

• vanessa finds the airplane that garrett had when he went missing and gives it to mike. he cries for a while every time he sees it but he grows used to having it around and plays with it when he’s little

• he also gave up his legos to abby when he thought he aged them out. but she does eventually figures out about his age regression and sneaks the box of them into his room one day

• along with his airplane and legos, he also draws and watches cartoons. he draws so many planes and could definitely specifically name the ones he draws. he read a book when he was young and just never forgot them

• I FORGOT ABOUT DREAMS. dreams are definitely one of his special interests and that translates over to littlespace too. he’ll always draw scenes from his dreams right after waking up from one. he thinks they’re super cool (or sometimes really scary) and he just has a huge collection of his dream art

• also like i said in my first little!mike post, i think he allows himself to stim more when he’s little. he represses it as much as he can when he’s working or with other people but when he feels safe enough to be little, he feels safe enough to stim too

• his stims are more tactile than anything; his hands always have to be doing or touching something. he flaps them when he’s excited or just doing something stimulating in of itself.

• he also rocks a lot, either on his feet or just his entire body. and this is a stim that helps him feel better when he’s having a meltdown or breakdown too

• speaking of meltdowns, they don’t happen too often because he Hates feeling weak. but they do occur when he’s little more often than not.

• (self harm mention and description here) it’s not like the happiest headcanon but I think he punches himself and bangs his head against walls when he’s having a meltdown. it’s sort of a stim but also self harm because he feels like he deserves it

• he doesn’t regress to too young, maybe around 10, so he knows what he’s feeling and he’s aware of why he’s feeling it so he’s just not always a happy little. but that’s okay

• he doesn’t have a lot of sensory issues tbh? when too many things are happening at once, he can feel overstimulated but it’s not often. he prefers the dark but doesn’t mind brightness. he doesn’t mind something that’s loud but he does get scared by a loud noise easily, but he can handle things like concerts. he’s kind of a picky eater and does get autistic about certain food (like having a comfort food or eating something once every day)

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this kinda turned into me rambling about autistic mike sorry HAHHAHA I told y’all he was important to me. Anyway. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 I have a lot of requests that might take me a bit to get around to but they’re still open and always welcome

#mine #text #asks #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #headcanons #autistic mike schmidt #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's #my hcs

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Save the first dance (for me)

Nayeon x reader

A/n: so I finished writing this wayyy earlier than I thought. I don't celebrate Christmas, so this is all I can offer as a gift 🎁 my first Nayeon x reader. I started thinking about a certain movie from the 90s, which is the main inspiration for this. Twice also made a reference to this in one of their mv. Like most of my ideas, I conjured it whilst in the shower 🤷🏽‍♀️

There is mild angst, but not that much.

Synopsis: What else can you do but run to the woman who has been waiting so patiently for you?

-◇-

You scrambled around your room, making sure you had everything.

The flight was in an hour, and everything seemed to be going wrong.

From sleeping through the alarm to spending a good half an hour looking for the passport you could've sworn you put on the bedside table the night before.

Nevertheless, you made it. You were finally on your way back to Korea.

"Excuse me." Your poor seat mate nearly dropped their phone in shock. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you, can I just get past?"

She just stared wide eyed at you. It was unnerving.

"I'll take that as a no."

You didn't ask again, but waited until they fell asleep. Carefully, you climbed over her, but you didn't factor in the possibility of your foot getting stuck.

Which, of course, it did.

Surprisingly, no one was awoken by the commotion of you falling over.

Now, that would've been embarrassing.

What you hadn't realised was that the girl saw and had to hold in her laughter.

-◇-

You stood in front of her apartment building. You knew the code since you lived together, but you physically couldn't bring yourself to go in.

Later, you thought. She may not even be home.

You were wandering around when you saw her again. The woman from the plane.

"We meet again..." She looked around to see if there were other people there.

"Eun Jung."

"Y/n."

"Did you find your sweetheart?" You were surprised, you did mention your significant other but you thought Eun Jung wasn't listening since she didn't respond to any attempt of conversation.

"Not yet."

"I know a lot of people, maybe I know her."

"Considering she's Im Nayeon, I think a lot of people know her."

"You dated Im Nayeon?!"

"Yes."

Eun Jung was starting to piece together what happened and wanted to help.

Even if it was out of pity.

"Come on, I know where she is."

-◇-

Turns out, Twice has a performance outside today.

The two of you stayed far behind the crowd and seeing her again made you feel many things.

She was smiling, but she wasn't entirely happy. You noticed the ring on her left hand.

A year later, she still wore it.

It was time to face the truth.

"She- " you glanced at your hands, hands you didn't want to admit were translucent. "She can't see me can she?"

"No. No one can."

"Except you." She hummed in confirmation.

"Don't ask why because I don't know."

"I guess that explains why you don't respond when others are around."

You continued watching the group when an idea occurred.

"Let me borrow your body." The poor woman almost choked on her water.

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have been so abrupt.

"Eh?!"

"She might be able to see me if I'm in a person's body."

"I don't think it's a good idea. What if you get stuck? A lot of things can go wrong."

She was right, but it didn't help in making you feel any less dejected.

Eun Jung began to feel guilty for shooting your idea down, when she turned to apologise, you were gone.

-◇-

It didn't take long to find you again since you ended up near the Han River.

You two took in the view of the sunset.

"She's - was my fiancée. We were supposed to marry last summer, but a month before the wedding I had to go overseas for work. I tried hard to get out of it but couldn't. Thankfully, I managed to wrap things up a week early. I booked an earlier flight to surprise her, but obviously, I never made it back home."

"You're here now though, I think that means something. We need to see Nayeon."

"It's pointless if she can't see or hear me."

"Shush. I won't accept any negativity. Now hurry up."

I'll get you two closure, even if it's the last thing I do.

-◇-

Ghosts are useful in getting into places you shouldn't be. I'll remember that.  Eun Jung thought to herself as the both of you stood in front of Nayeon's apartment.

You were definitely trespassing but that was the least of your worries.

Nayeon answered the door, and all you wanted was to hold her.

"Hello ma'am. You're probably wondering who and why I'm bothering you at this hour. I knew y/n, I'd like to offer my condolences.

Her plan worked when Nayeon beckoned her inside.

The other members were there too, and she had to resist asking for an autograph. It was amusing to see your new friend starstruck.

At first, Nayeon was eager to talk about you, but something was off. There were too many inconsistencies. It made her suspicious about the stranger in her home.

As politely as she could, she tried to usher Eun Jung out, making her resort to plan b.

"Y/n is here! She's been here the whole time."

"Is that supposed to be funny, mocking her?"

"Please, you have to believe me. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn't trying to help y/n."

The other members stepped in, getting ready to call the police. Eun Jung was getting desperate. She tried to wrack her brain for a solution, but there was only one she could think of.

"Ugh, fine! You can do it." But she wasn't talking to them.

"What?" You asked.

"Your brilliant idea from earlier."

"Really?"

"Yes! Now hurry before I change my mind. They're starting to think I'm crazy because in their eyes, I'm talking to myself."

"Thank you. I owe you one."

"Yeah, you do."

Your spirit jumped into her, causing a glow. It almost felt weird to be back in a human body.

Nayeon felt her legs give out. Fortunately, the members supported her. They looked at you in disbelief.

"Nayeon."

"Y/n."

Cautiously, she approached you and with the gentleness she has missed terribly, you cupped her cheek.

The world faded away when you kissed. She kissed you softly, but the passion wasn't absent. You kissed through each other's tears, and you kissed over and over until your lungs were begging for air.

She hugged you tightly when you broke apart.

"I missed you so much."

"And I you, my love. I couldn't leave yet when I owe you a dance."

"Hold that thought."

She ran to the bedroom, re-emerging a few minutes later in her wedding dress.

"You never got to see me wearing this until now." You broke down at that. You were robbed of the chance to see her walk down the aisle.

Not a dry eye anywhere, as the members too teared up.

Music filled the apartment as you danced. It was the song that would've played for your first dance as wives.

In the blink of an eye, it was over. However, neither of you let go.

That is until you started shining. You've found closure, and now it was time for your soul to be fully put to rest.

"My love -"

"No. Don't go, please stay. I can't lose you a second time."

"I can't stay like this forever. That would be unfair to Eun Jung." You separated from your friend, leaving her slightly disorientated. Being a host body for a ghost was exhausting. She felt everything you did.

Your spirit emitted so much light. Everyone could see you now.

"It's okay, Nayeon. You don't have to feel guilty about moving on. Promise me you won't be afraid to find happiness."

"I promise." You couldn't wipe away her tears this time. "I love you."

"I love you too."

With one more look and smile at everyone, you faded away for the last time.

Nayeon drew strength from the ones who held and stood by her through this.

She would not break her final promise to you.

#twice fanfic #twice nayeon #nayeon #nayeon x reader #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic

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TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #03

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

masterlist ◌*ꕤ

word count ✦ 1547

A/N: helloouuurrrr!! im sorry for the late update i was away at the beach but i do think this chapter its good (i personally enjoyed writing it!!) and i hope u like it :D not proofread so sorry for any mistakezzz

06/04/18 8:29

“You did not mention anything about this!” it was finally the day, the day you hoped would never come, without any outcome in your favour, of course. There was no way out now, you had to commit to the shooting and try to ignore Chishiya the best you could, to avoid the possibility of being pissed off by him and as a consequence, ultimately fleeing the scene. It occurred to you that maybe the universe was against you, based on how your plans were failing lately. Director Kyuma said you had to sit next to Chishiya for the next month as soon as you went into the classroom. “You did not say it in the contract! You just said you would record our daily lives”.

“We agreed to that but also, we need to record your interactions… It was stated in the contract…” Mr. Kyuma looked away from you, awe in his eyes because of your fierceness when ‘arguing’. You noticed in the corner of your eye how Chishiya had taken the supposed seat next to you, “leave him alone, Y/N, we did agree to this. Maybe if you had carefully read the contract, you would remember”. You forced yourself to cool off, sadly enough, Chishiya was right. You wouldn’t admit it though, that’s why you moved your seat some centimetres away from Chishiya’s as if that minimum space would guarantee you not be bothered by him.

The first two periods went by without distractions, either for Chishiya who was actually paying attention to the class or for you, head deep into your book. You were twenty-something pages away from finishing the book and your third period had just started some minutes, not desiring to complete your reading quite yet, a nap until lunch seemed the best option. Laying your head in the back of your seat, you were soon falling into a profound sleep until… “Ma’am, how can we resolve this problem with the formula?” Chishiya Smartass Shuntaro was at it again, disturbing your whole existence.

That was it, he got his answer and now you could try to rest again, right? Absolutely wrong. Every single time you thought you were about to fall asleep and travel to the sweet dream realm, he was raising his hand and obnoxiously asking the teacher about something. Wasn’t he a gifted kid, like a genius or something? Why was he asking all these questions? Trying your best to not be caught, you peeked at his book, every single math exercise was already solved, even the ones the teacher had not explained yet -you assumed solely based on whatever was written on the chalkboard, you weren’t even sure which page they were at.

It was clear, he was trying to annoy you as always. It was one of his masterplans to tick you and avoid whatever you wanted, maybe scientists were right, smarter people were more likely to become evil masterminds or psychopaths. Well, maybe you would stick to ‘evil mastermind’, calling Chishiya a psychopath was too far even if it was him. Although, sometimes you wished you could call him a psychopath and someone would come and take him away, leaving you alone at last. Oh, god, the things you would do to recover your peace, but they weren’t possible just now. You had to bear him for a tad bit more, at least you wouldn’t spend lunch with him.

Without a doubt, the universe had something against you. Did you do something bad and now you were paying the price? Was it the time you refused to help your father carry the groceries? Or every time you fought with Mira? You couldn’t help but contemplate the reason why the universe was punishing you by having to spend lunch with Chishiya. At least he was wearing his old-fashioned headphones, you assumed he would listen to music over the break instead of bugging you.

And you were right, no less than ten minutes of the lunch break went by slowly and, at least for you, deviously. Your friends were over at another table, you didn’t have any music or a book because you had finished it earlier, and just looking at Chishiya’s face in front of you annoyed you. You glanced at Mr. Kyuma, begging him with your gaze to set you free and let you go spend your recess somewhere less awkward, he gestured something along the lines of “you can go”, you didn’t fully understand what he tried to say but it didn’t matter either, it was your sign to escape from there and you wouldn’t ignore it. 

You took your tray and as you were about to leave, you stumbled on the seat. You did not trip enough to meet the floor, but some pieces of your food and your water did meet Chishiya’s hoodie. You screwed up completely, even if you disliked him, it wasn’t your intention to basically throw your tray at him. “I’m sorry, I can go grab you a…” you didn’t need to finish your sentence, while you were apologizing, Chishiya took a small sauce packet from his tray and splashed ketchup all over your shirt. He was one vengeful boy.

“Kuina, this is literally my war mark…” you said jokingly crying as Kuina tried to clean your shirt, you tried to rub it off only making it worse so she had to come to your rescue. Arisu was laughing at you shamelessly, you told him to shut up but there was no case, when he started making fun of you, no one could stop him, “again, what did you do to receive this? Did you destroy his hoodie or something?” “After this, I wish… I accidentally stained it, I already told you. Kuina, tell him to leave me alone”, you squealed. Kuina eyed you and chuckled, you gave her a look expecting her to support you, getting nothing in return. “Kuina?!” “I’m sorry but I can’t defend you… How do you even get yourself in these situations?” both she and Arisu laughed at you, you pouted but finally gave in, laughing with them.

02/03/18 1:45, previous records

Sleepovers at your house weren’t uncommon, Arisu, you and Kuina started having at least monthly sleepovers at your house since elementary school, probably, you couldn’t even remember when they started but they quickly became part of your routine. The initial plan was for Kuina to sleep over at your house, as normal, and then around 12 a.m. Arisu would ‘climb’ -he enjoyed thinking he was a spy doing risky activities, your house didn’t even have a second floor- to your bedroom. Ta-da! Amazing, right? The plan worked for some sleepovers but Arisu had terrible hiding skills, so your parents finally found him.

But your sleepovers did not end there, after some time, some begging and your parents being awfully aware nothing was going to happen with Arisu -just look at him…-, they let you have ‘legal’ sleepovers. It was your little safe space with each other, sometimes Mira would try to join but every single time you would kick her, you also had other friends but never as close as to invite to these hideouts.

“Guys, I actually saw Chishiya today, it was so funny” you blurted out, impatient to tell them what you have witnessed. “Chishiya and the word ‘funny’ in the same sentence?” Kuina asked while grabbing a bunch of snacks and bringing them to her mouth, “do not get mistaken, he’s not funny, I am making fun of him…” they shut their mouths letting you speak, curious of what you had to say. “Okay, you know, you Arisu asked to buy some ramen for today” Arisu nodded in answer. “So I went to the supermarket, bought everything I needed, blah blah blah and when I walk out, there he is, laying on the floor trying to pick everything he had bought. His bag actually ripped apart” you giggled.

“Y/N… that’s only funny to you” Arisu spoke while eating his so-called spicy noodles, “right… You would cry if that happened to you, you even giggled in front of him to make Chishiya notice you, am I right?” Kuina hit your forehead with her fingers, making you let out a barely audible whine. Kuina was half-right, the second half of her words were right, you did that, Kuina knew you so much, but you didn’t cry when the same thing happened to you. 

You weren’t telling the whole story to your peers. The exact same thing that happened to Chishiya happened to you, that afternoon in the worst possible moment, when you were making fun of Chishiya outside the grocery store. When you were enjoying yourself and completely distracted, some cups of ramen and many varied snacks fell to the ground making a fool out of you and embarrassing you in front of your nemesis -it was never that serious, you just liked calling him a nemesis in your personal monologue for dramatic purposes-. It’s needless to say, Chishiya grinned at you trying to hold his laughter, picked up everything from the ground and stepped towards you, “see you at school…” that was everything he said before walking away. How you hated him.

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#chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #aib x reader #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya x fem!reader #aib chishiya #୨୧ . . . tell me #l❤︎veable

[dazaisdior]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

featuring — scaramouche, luma (oc)

summary — the winter night’s ball has arrived. scaramouche watches his rival flirt with childe with a burning rage in his eyes. he pulls them away and shows them that their relationship was much more.

warnings — scaramouche x oc, smut written by a minor, non-binary!oc with female attributes, harbinger!scaramouche, luma’s a high ranking member of the fatui, mentions of luma and scaramouche’s backstories, genshin spoilers for sumeru arc, basically enemies to lovers, oc has large breasts, breeding kink, virgin!luma, mentions of scara being a bit of a perv at the end

messages from the galaxy — woke up from a high but was falling asleep with this scenario in my mind. when deciding to write it, i then only thought of incorporating the winter night’s lazzo into it, except it’s a ball hosted by the tsaritsa pretty much. also throwback to my post about an alternate universe where luma is sold to the fatui, but due to their training as a kid, they rise up pretty quickly and catch the attention of the tsaritsa and the harbingers (scara mainly). i barely remember much of the video (im also half awake rn) and ik scara’s not in it (idk if it was around when he was revealed in genshin, i would assume so given the 1.1(?) event) but i kinda just made up the reason for the ball occurring) sorry if it’s stupid

the winter night’s ball had arrived. thousands of fatui members, dressed in fancy clothing gathered around to celebrate the tsaritsa gathering all the gnoses.

scaramouche eyed the obsidian-haired beauty as they had such an intimate and close talk with childe. he watched as luma laughed and held onto his arm for support. and the ginger was enjoying the whole thing, including pissing his fellow harbinger off.

luma was a high-ranking member of the fatui due to their intensive training as a kid. they rose in the ranks very quickly and caught the attention of the tsaritsa and harbingers. they worked alongside scaramouche and accompanied him with his journeys and orders.

only thing was, they hated each other. the tsaritsa only tasked them together because they were so similar. if luma had recognized that aspect, they would’ve tried to like scaramouche more because their horrible father and equally horrible aunt had the same hatred for each other. and luma wanted to be nothing like their father.

it seemed like to others that luma might’ve been tasked with childe instead, given how much they seemed to enjoy each others company. not to mention, how flirty they were with each other.

scaramouche angrily sipped the wine in his glass, burning eyes trained on the couple a distance away from him. luma looked stunning in their dress, a blue one with a faint sparkly corset and puffy long skirt. their hair had two braids pulled back into a half up half down with two curly strands framing their face. adorned with natural makeup but a red lip.

“i feel so out of place in this. it’s not usual for me to dress like this,” luma mentioned, shaking their head slightly. “ah, don’t worry sweetheart. you look great,” childe said, winking. he had his own special pet name for them, usually calling close girls ‘girlie’, he called luma something much more endearing to respect that they weren’t a girl but also someone he cherished.

luma let out a breathy chuckle. “thank you.” sighing, they glanced around the large room crowded by fatui members. their eyes landed on scaramouche, dropping their smile. they let out a huff.

“i went through all this just for him to ignore me the whole time,” luma complained, looking down at their dress they suddenly felt extremely insecure in. “hey, if he doesn’t see how hot you look tonight, then he’s an idiot,” childe chuckled, shaking his head.

“why don’t i show you how special you are, sweetheart?” he asked, moving very close to them and trailing his fingers up their arm.

scaramouche watched as childe whispered something in luma’s ear with luma slowly nodding a few seconds later, giving him flirty eye contact. childe trapped them against the table they were standing beside, leaning into their neck.

he watched as luma’s eyes fluttered shut, missing the table and their glass of champagne dropping to the floor.

scaramouche had decided that he had enough, abandoning his drink and marching over to the couple. he yanked childe away and grabbed luma’s wrist.

he didn’t say anything until they made it to a secluded corner in a private area outside the ball. trapping them against the wall, he slammed his palm, making luma flinch. he would’ve apologized, sensing it was a trauma response, but his mind was too clouded with jealousy in the moment.

“fraternizing during the tsaritsa’s ball is a slutty move. i didn’t teach you to be a slut, now, did i?” he whispered against their ear, trailing his hands down the sides of their arm.

“answer me,” he said, sternly. “no,” luma mumbled, averting eye contact. he harshly clasped their chin and stared into their eyes. “i didn’t teach you to run off to childe either. mark my words, i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t even think about that loser.”

they turned towards the doors leading to the ballroom, hearing everyone chant, “to the tsaritsa!” turning back to each other, he spoke. “remember, the tsaritsa assigned you to me. you’re mine.”

he yanked them away, exiting the building and making their way back to the hotel they were staying at.

shoving them into the room, he kissed them roughly, slamming their back against the door to shut it. his hand hiked up their leg, sliding under the long fabric of the dress to grip their thigh.

their moans sounded so sweet to him, cherishing the way they cried out from the slightest touch from him. pulling them away from the door, he guided them to the bedroom, closing the door and flinging them on the bed.

when he got on top of them, he began ripping the skirt of the dress, causing luma to gasp. “shut it, you look better without it anyway,” he mentioned, throwing the fabric on the floor.

he made them arch their back to undo the dress. pulling it off of them, his hands immediately went to grab their large breasts, earning a moan from them.

rutting their hips up, they were desperate for more. “come on, tell me what you want,” he cooed, egging them on. he knew how much luma hated the thought of begging and pleading, not wanting to seem weak in front of their superiors.

“please, i want you to fuck me,” luma stated in a monotone, rolling their eyes. he grinned to himself. “you asked for it.” he loosened his tie, beginning to undress.

“what’ll the fatui think when you’re knocked up with my kid, hm? what will the tsaritsa think?” he taunted, shoving his cock deep inside them. luma let out a loud gasp, eyes widening.

“wait, you can — ah — cum?” luma pondered out loud. “course i can, we’d have to build our legacy when we make our debut as the gods of sumeru,” he explained, rutting his hips against theirs.

“what? gods?” this was the first they had heard of this plan. “yes, it’ll be perfect,” he said, smiling widely. the thought of filling them up brought him closer to release, excitement flooding his veins when he was actually able to do it.

he let out loud groans, leaning his head back as he came. he didn’t hold back with not only cumming but his moans as well. he wanted the whole hotel to know that he was pleasuring miyazaki luma.

luma’s eyes dropped down in pleasure, accepting it all. at this point, they had given up the belief that they weren’t the reincarnation of the goddess of the moon, chandra, because scaramouche had convinced them they were.

their mind was clouded with scaramouche and scaramouche only. his plan worked. they forgot about childe, thinking of him and only him. it was fantastic. they were so tight too, staying loyal to their superior and not sleeping with anyone else.

“you’re mine, got that? all mine.” with those words, luma’s walls tightened as they came, squirting out and making a mess on the sheets below.

he realized they had passed out from the intensity of their orgasm. many nights he had jerked off to the sounds of their moans as they masturbated in their tent. now, finally seeing the real thing was refreshing to him — a great relief.

he laid next to them, pulling the covers over the both of them. he laid their content, holding an arm around their waist so they wouldn’t leave his side. luma wasn’t like the others, he was going to make sure of it.

diorlumx productions, 2023

#—galactic.works #—scaraluma #genshin impact #genshin oc #oc genshin #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x oc #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche

[fcknstar]

Can you do (amazing spider man 2) Harry Osborn, x fem reader? With a reader that’s had a bad day? Maybe struggling with depression and such.

,,may i? "

harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : omfg m so sorry for the inactivity, i js have alot of school stuff going on, but i do have something coming up, sooo GET READY!! can gen! reader too ngl.. my taglist. this is a vv short one cause i had like afew minutes

warnings : mentions of past

**lowercase intended**

walking into your shared penthouse, you quickly ran up the stairs hiding in the bedroom. you didnt want to attract any attention, wanting to be alone for awhile. 

hearing footsteps, you threw yourself onto the bed, covering yourself with the sheets. 

" baby, i heard you come in and- are you okay ( name ) ? " harry pulled the sheets off, seeing your tear stained eyes. 

" its nothing harry.. " you turned away from him, not wanting to look at harry. 

" okay, but may i hold you? " harry heard a sniffle. it was rare to see you like this and it worried him. 

seeing you nod slightly, he slipped into bed and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

" if you want to talk about it, m here okay? " that was when you turned to face him. 

" i just had the most horrible experience with this old lady and she was so insufferable. she just couldn't understand what i said. she wanted this chocolate croissant and i told her that it was sold out and that we are not able to make more of it and that she could come the next day, but then she started shouting at me and that i have to make her one now, free of charge because of how rude i was. my colleagues helped me explain to her but her focus was on me and she continued shouting at me. and i dont know why im crying about this. i just really hate getting shouted at, you know. " you spilled your heart out. you thought that youd be used by now with all the fights that occured at home, but no. it didnt help one bit as it felt like you got launched back into time. 

" my gosh, how disrespectful can she be? she really thinks that she has all the right to scold my girl here? " harry caressed your face comfortingly. 

" harry.. " you whined, he wasnt helping with the pet names. " not now… " 

" sorry darling. you want to wash up? i can order food, or would you like me to make you something? " harry suggested. 

" anything thats easier for you.. " you smiled, hugging harry. 

harry wasnt the best at comforting but he tries, and thats all that matters right now. 

--

taglist :

@idontdocomplicated

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #valerian #dane dehaan imagine #tasm fic #tasm #harry osborn imagine #harry osborn #answered

[carrottyshark]

hihi carrotty!! would you infodump to me about loveit? because I don't know anything about it and it looks so interesting from the stuff you reblogged??? im very curious about this project and I feel a little lost 👀👀👀 only if you want to though no pressure!! 💜

First off I'm incredibly sorry for the person I have become (especially after the summary below) because after doing a ton load of typing about both songs and then finishing did it occur to me to check again and see if that's what was even asked, instead of typing stuff that's true to source first, but instead my brain immediately translated "infodump" as "INCLUDE THE THEORIES INCLUDE THE THOUGHTS INCLUDE THE ANALYSIS EVERYTHING I HAVE IN MIND!!! (bangs on bulletin board)" ...

So to answer your question! Loveit? and Love Eat are both songs that revolve around the characters Maia and Kujima respectively, but there is a third character mentioned in both songs called Abbie, and it's more than likely she plays/will play a huge role in their story.

I will say though, aside from both their songs, there isn't much else to go with (of course that won't stop me from rambling) so I can only infodump so much, and the rest as more on my own thoughts. I'm hoping Biz and Panda collaborate again and make it a trilogy with Abbie, or even better, an entire series!

So the best way I can summarize Maia and Kujima's story is "the weak eat the strong" (pretty literally) with a genius twist Panda and Biz adds in; WHO is ACTUALLY the one getting eaten, and what will happen ahead? Since Maia in Loveit? was shown to have complete power over Kujima until he shocks the viewers in the end and turns things around, and now with the release of Love Eat shows how Kujima has had the capacity to do so all along(? and possibly continue this (which if so introduces Abbie into the picture pretty nicely.) Also add in "love" to the mix and we get an overall messed up story that for some reason I eat up so much, no pun intended.

Their story is most likely open ended and something Panda might not go far into though, considering I only found a few stuff on their Twitter related to the two after scrolling until the very beginning (╥﹏╥) Either that, or they're relatively new for the specific purpose of retaining the mystery of their story. The stuff I found related to them are posted over here, since Beans asked as well!

With that out of the way, I'd like to share my very in-depth thoughts about them! (Which I'll only be cutting from Docs, because I fear if I paste the entire thing on here my computer will lose it.)

It'll contain Cannibalism, Killing, Abuse, Toxic Relationships and Gore, stay safe!

. . . . . . . . . .

So, I wanted to copy and paste at least some portion of stuff on here for easier reading and the full on Google Docs, but without reaching even a quarter of stuff from the drafts, I already hit the limit... Looks like I overestimated Tumblr... Ah....

As so, I decided to just drop the Google Docs File itself for the full and hopefully not any different experience, here: Google Docs It's in PC format though so a little reminder on that.

Also, all the references I used are Panda's art! They're amazing so if you haven't, do check them out, here:

Tumblr: https://panda23577667.tumblr.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Panda23577667

And the songs here in case you haven't seen them! (Which I doubt but I ought to drop as well too)

Have a mini trio art of them too!

#I hope the links work... for some reason the hrefli thing doesn't let me in the sites I link but they do work if I remove them from the url #And I'm so sorry this took so long!! #loveit? #thank you for the ask! #the ramblings of a mad lad #carrotty art old and new

[nicka-nell]

IM SO SORRY I was the anon for the comforting pregnant s/o and I totally forgot i sent that

Could you maybe so oikawa and kenma? Or semi

Hii Anon! Please don't say you're sorry ♥ It's okay to forget stuff, honestly I do that 24/7 :D

I made a little comforting fic for Kenma, Oikawa and Semi, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it. ♥ :))

Comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Semi x reader, Kenma x reader, Oikawa x reader Warning: slightly mention of blood (Oikawa, Semi), short mention of miscarriage (Semi)

Semi tries not to treat you differently as a pregnant woman. 

He tries to deal with everything as normal as possible. 

If you lift one thing or the other, he will not panic. But if you need help, he’s there for you. 

On many appointments, he’s not there, which you don’t find too bad. Not that you like it to go alone, but you understand why he can’t join you every time with his work or band.

He is happy to listen to you in the evening when you tell him about your doctor’s appointment. Try to explain to him on the ultrasound image where the head of your baby is. 

You are three months pregnant, your belly is only slightly visible and except for a few minor abdominal cramps, you are fine. At your last gynecological appointment, you had asked the doctor if these cramps are normal or should cause anxiety, but she said that all is well. 

And today is another such day, where you woke up with mild cramps but you had thought nothing of it. You have laid down on the sofa, Semi, who is already dressed because he is going to the band rehearsal, makes you a warm cherry pit pillow. 

He is sorry to see you with the cramps, although they are not so dangerous, but still they cause you pain from time to time, and make you feel uncomfortable. “Should I make you another cup of tea before I leave?” he asks, opens the kitchen shelf to select the tea. 

“Yes, is there still the tea that Wakatoshi had brought me? The one to help with cramps?” While you’re still asking, you get up to go to the kitchen and look for the tea, as you’re sure Semi doesn’t know which one you’re talking about. Ushijima had given you a tea for mothers-to-be to help with stress and cramps a few days after you told your friends about your pregnancy. You found it amusing at first, but also very attentive and sweet. Now you mentally thank him for giving you some quiet nights with it. 

On the way to the kitchen, you suddenly feel your cramps getting stronger, so strong that you slump on the floor and scream out loud. 

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” Semi panics, runs straight to you and gets scared when he sees you crouching on the floor. His arms wrap around you and he tries to help you up, wants to get you back on the couch. But you just shake your head, because not only are you in pain, you feel that your discharge is strong suddenly. 

“Bath- bathroom, please take me to the bathroom.” Your voice is just as scared as his, and even if Semi doesn’t want to admit it, he’s glad you’re telling him what to do. Because he feels helpless. 

Slowly he walks you into the bathroom, step by step, supporting your body as best he can as you go to the toilet and take off some toilet paper to give yourself and Semi the all-clear. You had read that just in the beginning, a miscarriage often occurs, usually also associated with bleeding and cramps. But what you bring out under your dress gives you both anything but rest, because the toilet paper is smeared with some blood. 

With tears in your eyes, you look up at Semi, who stares at you anxiously and petrified from the door frame. “Come on, put your shoes on. I’ll drive you to the doctor.” That’s the only thing he can bring out halfway with a firm voice. He tries to stay calm so that you do not panic even more, even if he himself is just terrified. 

Again he runs to you, supports you from the side and walks with you in the hallway where he puts on your sneakers before he helps you to get into the car. “I can drive too, Semi… What’s with your band re-”

“The band rehearsal doesn’t matter, baby. We need to get you to the doctor.” Semi interrupts you directly with slightly harsh words and now you realize how tense he actually is. Hands on the steering wheel, so firm that his ankles are white. Again, you realize what is happening here and anew tears shoot into your eyes as you put your hands in front of your face and cry bitterly. 

“Our baby… What if our baby’s gone? Did I kill our baby with anything?” Repeatedly, you repeat this question, can’t calm down anymore until you feel Semi’s hand on your thigh, holding your leg firmly. The car comes to a standstill and Semi is glad that the traffic light just turned red. Because when driving, he can’t focus on the road and on you. 

Your eyes are red and your make-up smeared as you look at him. A sad smile lies on his face as he wipes your smeared mascara with his thumb from your cheeks, leaning over to give you a kiss on your nose. His forehead is pressed against yours before he speaks softly. 

“Hey baby, it’s gonna be okay. I just know. You’re such a strong woman, such a powerful mother. We’re both strong for our child, okay? Stop crying, yeah? We’ll be right there and then we’ll know more.”

“But what if-”

“No, we are strong, you, me and our child too. And if there really is something with the baby, then this is not your fault. Please do not forget this.” His words are so quiet, so gentle and so calm, just like the second kiss he gives your nose before he smiles at you and then looks back at the traffic light. 

It’s incredible how strong he is when you can’t be emotionally stable anymore. His mild nature also calms you. Even if you’re sure he’s just as scared as you are. That he’s horribly terrified, and that he fears to lose your baby too. Yet he’s so strong for you.

“Thank you, Eita…” you whisper so gently, patting his hand, which still caresses your thigh. 

At the doctor, he helps you out of the car, goes to the reception, while you are already sitting in the waiting room and both of you are waiting for the doctor together. At no time does he let you cry, try to change your mind by telling you about a song he had written for you and then he didn’t have the courage to sing it back then. 

Back then, you weren’t together. You were with Ushijima so often that he thought you were into the big and famous ace. But he quickly realized that it was not like that. And it took him courage to talk to you and ask what you do after school. If you want to hang out. Just the two of you. And strangers became friends, friends became best friends and best friends became lovers. 

“No, I don’t believe you, Eita.” you finally laugh again before he pokes your shoulder with his.

“But it’s the truth!”

“Then prove it, my poet and writer heh.” For a moment, he ponders as he takes his wallet out of his pocket and takes out a folded old piece of paper in the small hidden pocket and clears his throat. 

“Seeing you smile, in a bridal style, hearing you talk in a cheerful squawk, made my heart fell apart in the sweetest way I ever thought. My biggest wish to capture your all, to make you my friend, my lover, my heart. Oh baby your smile, I love it so much. Imagine your lips when they’re wet with mine, red with desire, lit with a passionate fire. I love your voice when-” 

Just as he wants to continue singing, the doctor’s assistant interrupts him and asks you to the doctor. But unlike Semi, you don’t get up straight. You’re still flashed by the fact that he really wrote you a song that you didn’t know about. And that he really carried it all the time in his wallet. Moved to tears, you take his hand that he stretches out to help you up, shift your lip forward to show him how touched you are before he gives you a kiss on your hairline and whispers a soft “I love you.” before leading you to the treatment room. 

Your tension is big, the relief even greater than your doctor tells you that everything is okay with your baby. And also with Semi, the relief is noticeable, because he presses your hand harder for a moment, before he calmly smiles at you again and says, “I knew everything was okay.” 

The doctor tells you that such light spotting may occur in the first few months, but you should come back quietly if it is worse bleeding or if you feel that something is wrong. Without the worry in you, it is also much easier for you to get out of the building again. Semi holds the car door open for you, but before you sit down, you hug him. 

“Thank you for always being so strong for me, my love. I know you were worried, too.” Anew you feel his lips on your hair, his fingers stroking through your locks and his heavy breath falling on your skin. 

“I was afraid, yeah… But I knew it would all end well. It just has to, because together we can do everything. Also, the birth of our little angel.” 

You’re just giggling happily. Glad to have Semi by your side. Both of you get in the car, happy to drive home with good news, with a smile on your lips. 

“Eita, when we get home, can you sing that song to me again?”

Embarrassed, he smiles, but then nods. “Of course. I can reveal the only secret I’ve hidden from you, and I can sing you the complete confession of love when we’re home.” 

And so he did. Several times a day, he had sung the song to you, canceled his band to spend the day with you, after the adventurous and not so beautiful experience, which then turned out fortunately positive. 

Kenma is definitely not as well prepared as you are. Although you can probably never be prepared enough at the first pregnancy. 

Kenma is no one to go to preparatory courses with you, but he still tries to show his attention and support with little things. 

He always brings you fresh water, carries the shopping bags for you and always cuts you fruit. 

But if you feel bad, he is sometimes still overwhelmed and asks Google or his best friend for advice. 

Nevertheless, he really does so much for which you are grateful. 

For several days, you can not sleep properly. You wake up, have the feeling that you can no longer breathe deeply, can not fall asleep and are also tired the whole day. It’s like the baby is draining all your strength and you can’t even find the energy to eat. The only thing that gives you power at the moment is the calendar, which is getting closer and closer to the birth date. 

You just can’t anymore. You want it all over, that the baby’s finally here. Does it make you a terrible mother that you’re tired of pregnancy? Probably, you think. 

“Why can’t I be as strong as the other women?” You sigh exhausted as you walk past Kenma’s gaming room to go into the bedroom. Kenma’s door is open and you know that if you should feel bad, you can always talk to him, but you don’t want to disturb him now. He’s probably recording video games for his channel. So you roll into bed with your heavy stomach, under the far too warm duvet for this season and just want to close your eyes, forget everything for a moment.

“Honey, did you say anything?” Kenma takes off his headphones when he sees you sprinting past his room. But you do not answer him. Again he calls you, this time by your name, again no answer. If something happened to you? He had heard that pregnant women can also have dizziness. Again he puts on the headphones, unmute himself with a short “afk.” to say goodbye and go in the direction you went. 

You’re not in the bathroom. So only the bedroom remains. Quietly, he opens the door when he sees you lying, your hands folded over your head. Is that how you fell asleep? Kenma asks himself and smiles unconsciously. But his smile disappears when he hears you sniffing. A sound he hates more than anything. 

In his head, he goes through several scenarios. Should he just leave you alone? You just want to be alone? But what if you feel bad and you just want to be hugged? Should he go to you, ask you what’s wrong? But what if you yell at him, tell him to leave? Then it is like it is. But he can’t just leave the room now. 

Slowly he approaches you, squatting in front of the bed to pull with his hand slightly on your wrist. So that he takes your hands off your face. Only now you realize Kenma is there. That he can see you. 

“Kenma please… I look ugly… don’t stare…” You say and want to turn your head, but his hand stops you, lies on your cheek. 

“Why are you crying?” he asks anxiously, sees that your dark circles are deep, that you are probably overtired. In the last few days you could not sleep, were so restless next to him, but he just could do nothing to give you more sleep. 

“Because I’m a horrible mom…” you sniff, have to remember how relieved you are when this pregnancy is over. Kenma does not understand your sentence, frowns surprised and does not quite know what to say. 

“Why- why would you say such nonsense?” Lying to him is wasted time. Kenma would look through your lie. Even if it’s hard for you, you tell him about everything. How tired you are, tired of all this. This belly, the pregnancy. 

“If- if every pregnancy is like this… Kenma, I- I don’t think I want another child. I don’t want to feel like this ever again… I’m so sorry, I can’t-” Your words are becoming more and more indistinct, your voice trembling and your eyes are glassy, full of tears. 

Kenma can’t hear you anymore. He’s somewhere else with his mind. Your words hurt him, just like the fact that he didn’t notice all this. That you’re not feeling well. For days. What can he do to support you? Why didn’t you tell him earlier? Before you can finish your sentence, he brings his hand to your forehead and gently kisses your lips before looking deep into your eyes. He stands up to sit on the bed, to grasp your hands and stroke the back of them. 

“Honey… you’re not a horrible mom. I think, I think it’s okay to feel overwhelmed with everything. And I can imagine how happy you are when everything is over. When your body feels lighter. But that doesn’t mean you’re a terrible mom.”

Kenma leads your hand that he holds in his down to your belly, places it there. “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful mother. And if you want no more kids, then that’s no reason to apologize. That is all right. We don’t have to have a big family like everyone else. We live our lives. If you’re happy, so am I. I just need you and our little sunshine that’s inside you right now.” Kenma lifts your shirt slightly to give your big belly a loving kiss before he lays down next to you in bed. 

You’re still crying, but this time because you’re relieved because his words make you happy. “Is that really fine for you?” You want to make sure again, but Kenma caresses your belly, looks at you sad yet still loving. He is not sad that you may not want to have children anymore, but that you really think that you and your baby are not enough for him. You’re all he needs. 

“Yes, my dear, I love you… and I support every decision you make. And now… try to sleep a bit, okay?” The little of air that was still between you and Kenma’s body no longer exists. He is lying against your side, his hand around your stomach while his forehead presses against your temple. 

“But aren’t you recording a video for your channel with friends?” 

“Told them I’m afk, didn’t tell them for how long.” He answers you almost tired, his eyes already closed. Kenma has noticed that you always fell asleep quickly when he had you in his arms, head to head. He just wants to make it easier for you to sleep. 

“But-” 

“No but. If you still can’t sleep, let’s visit the doc tomorrow.” And this time you don’t contradict him. Just nod while you close your eyes and try to get some sleep in the arms of your beloved husband. 

Oikawa is overprotective during your pregnancy. 

You want to carry the shopping bags? No way at all. You want to go swimming? He first has to google whether a pregnant woman can bathe or if the child drowns. Spoiler alert: Of course it doesn’t drown. 

Due to his many trainings and the games that always take place at different places, at different times, he does not always manage to be there at the appointments with the gynecologist.

But he tries his best to be there, at least via video calls. 

You were watching Oikawa’s game on TV earlier, took a shower after the press conference before he comes home. After the soothing shower, you stand in front of the still slightly fogged mirror, just cream your body with body butter, as your fingers drive over a few bumps on your skin. Skeptically, you step closer to the mirror, drive over this bump again and realize that they are new stretch marks. Even more marks than before... First on your butt, now on your belly... Why are you getting these? They will also disfigure your body after pregnancy...

After the pregnancy… You look at your body in the mirror. You’ll never look like you did before you got pregnant. You will have more weight, a different body and Oikawa will continue to look as good as now. Muscular, handsome, without imperfection. He won’t want you anymore, exchange you for a way better looking fan. You think, get sick by the thought when you run out of the bathroom, into the living room where you see the open bag of chips. 

You can’t put on more weight… You can’t eat anything anymore to lose weight. Panicked, you run into the kitchen, open a large plastic bag to throw all sweets, all food that has many calories in the bag. You don’t care that you just walk through the apartment in underwear. You just want the food away. If you don’t eat, you won’t gain weight, will you? 

With the big garbage bag in your hand, you go to the front door, want to put the bag in the hallway, quickly dress and throw away the food, as you pass the large, hallway mirror, which shows you your whole body again with good lighting. Is that me? You ask yourself, drop the sack directly to touch your body. No, that can’t be... 

“No!” you almost scream, feel like you’re close to a panic attack, and want to take the mirror off the wall to turn it over, but it falls out of your hand and shatters with a loud clang on the floor. 

“Ah no!” you scream again, are afraid to move barefoot across the sea of shards and squat down to wipe the shards to the side. Of course, you cut your hand, start bleeding and crying, feel like you are absolutely useless right now. 

Instead of being welcomed by a loving “Tooru welcome back!”, Oikawa finds only chaos, hears your crying voice, the blood on your hand and your body in all the shards. Full of shock, he runs towards you, drops the bag somewhere in the hallway on the floor to squat next to you, and takes your hand in his. 

“Bunny what happened? Are you fine? Talk to me!” His voice gets louder and louder. He panics and calls your name so that you look in his direction. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Tooru, I’m such a failure.” you only cry. Oikawa inspects your head, because he questions if you may have fallen on the head with the nonsense you give of yourself. But he sees no blood. 

Again he studies your hand, wipes the blood away to see how deep your wound is. But it’s just a big scratch on the top of your skin. If he cleans it, it’s probably not so bad. 

Oikawa’s heart is still racing with panic as he wraps your arm around his shoulder, helps you get up and walks with you to the living room to sit on the sofa. Anew he asks what happened, and if you are okay, thereby goes into the kitchen to get a wet rag and a bandage and sits down on the coffee table in front of you, your hand on his lap to clean it. 

“Tooru do you think I’m ugly?” With your words, he winces, asks you if you really mean it right now. Of course he loves you, he shows you that often enough, or is that not enough for you? What does he have to do to make you believe him?

“Look at me… all these stretch marks, the extra weight… I will never look like I looked before the pregnancy…. My body is-” 

“Bunny you’ll look even better…” He interrupts you, bends forward to look into your sad eyes. “I love you, you, your body, these marks. They are part of our family.” 

“They are part of my body, make me unattractive but you still look hot.” Grinning, Oikawa leans back, just wants to say that he knows how good he looks, but also likes to hear such compliments from you, when he realizes that this is actually not the right moment for his little teasing. 

“Fuck these marks. They look so good on you. You know what they show? They show a damn hot mother who has given birth to a wonderful baby. Well, I mean not yet, but soon.” 

Oikawa sees the corner of your mouth go up briefly before you lower your gaze and look at your now bandaged hand. And now his gaze drifts to the broken mirror, to the garbage bag in which he can see all kinds of food. 

“Bunny look, you have to eat to keep the baby healthy so that you both stay healthy.”

“But I don’t want to gain even more weight…” 

Why do you think like that? Why can’t you love your body as much as he does? Oikawa loves everything about you. He would never think that a higher number on the scale would disfigure you. On the contrary, your body looks beautiful. Before pregnancy, during pregnancy and Oikawa knows it will be stunning even after pregnancy. “It’s normal to gain weight, but if you still feel uncomfortable after pregnancy, then I will train with you. I will help you feel comfortable again, okay?” 

His statement doesn’t completely convince you, because what if he doesn’t like you anymore? If he stops loving you because of your body? If he’s tired of you?

Your husband notices your skepticism, clasps his hands around your cheeks and pulls your face towards him. “Listen, you are the woman I love. The only woman I will love for my entire life. I would never, not even in my dreams, think about replacing you with another woman. You know why I smile so proudly during my games? During the interviews or photo session with fans? It’s because I think of you.” 

Before you have time to rebel against him, he presses his lips on yours, kisses you passionately and reaches for your not injured hand to lead it to his pants. You flinch when you can suddenly feel his hard cock under your hand, sense his wide, dangerous grin on his lips. Blushed, you look at him, detach yourself from the kiss but he bites your lower lips again playfully. 

“I know our baby is not out of your belly yet but you’re such a hot milf… I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you and your titts will jump up and down while you ride me.”

“Tooru!” You just stutter embarrassed, but he chuckles and gets up just to lift you up bridelike. 

“Tooru wait! Let us clean the-” 

“Nuhu, I’ll do that later… Let’s burn some calories now.” 

Both of you laugh, and you’re just glad that Oikawa can find the right words. That he unconsciously boosts your courage. 

#haikyuu x reader #semi x reader #kenma x reader #oikawa x reader

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so a passing thought about post-canon sangcheng occurred to me & i would like to receive any wise counsel you'd like to give on my thought processes... 🙇‍♂️ they're a little disjointed. disclaimer that i havent read the novel in a while!

im not super convinced by the idea that nhs was able to control eeeeverything that occurred in his Great Revenge--i imagine a lot of it was incidental and opportunistic.

im not clear on whether jiang cheng would figure out that there was a masterminding aspect to the grand finale at the temple at all, bc while i think he's smart! he's also, like, so uninclined to overanalyse things that might uncover something painful for him (see: wwx's behavior post golden core transfer--unless you have to adjust for shixiong admiration/how jc places wwx on a competence pedestal? if wwx says he can handle it he can handle it, until he doesnt handle it so hard he dies. i guess.)

ANYWAY. i dont think jc would be friendly, or maybe he wouldnt like that he Was friendly with nhs if he thought nhs intentionally put jin ling in danger. im not sure if nhs DID! but im thinking in circles about whether jc would think that would have been the case. in my mind he is both endlessly capable of knee-jerk trust recindication (is that a word.) AND trust extended way past reasonable limits. but do you think that would be discussed (with jiang cheng loudly in tears about it in front of many rubbernecking witnesses, mdzs style?) at all? the most i can imagine is jiang cheng yelling obscurely around whether he can trust nie huaisang! clarifying details & inside voices are for the next generation.

i feel like there something to be said about how he trusts wwx with jin ling's safety, too...

this kind of doesn't have a conclusion im just interested in what you think of post canon sangcheng en generale-- it feels like a very different relationship from anything i can imagine in like... cloud recesses era. they're both miserable i think 😀 but actually post canon jiang cheng is doing better than usual than he has been for a long time, in a sense, and nie huaisang is probably thinking he should be doing better.

sorry this is so long!

ok firstable i must address "rescindification" bc it compelled me and apparently the noun form of "rescind" would be "recision" or "rescindment". heeheehee

now my thoughts on the matter:

2019 me wouldn't have agreed with this but remember 4-5 years ago i was only a college sophomore and was less capable of independent thought. since i was more caught up in fandom back then i generally went along with the headcanon that NHS Planned Everything, especially since it gave him more BAMF-ness(??) to, i guess, make up for the fact that he's not a "strong" cultivator. i would Like to delete the fic i wrote about it then but people like it a lot and i'd feel bad just taking it down. it's kinda like my sorrows of young werther (in that goethe regretted his first published work. not that im like goethe ew)

2023 me obviously thinks that's kinda eeehhh and i agree with you more now bc (flips through my memory of Hot Strategist Tips) no plan survives contact with the enemy. nhs wouldn't have been as effective if he had clear strict play-by-plays from the get-go. i think overplanning is what got jgy, because he kept stacking plots to cover his tracks but nothing makes a crime obvious quite like a cover-up

(unrelated question: if you're stark naked in the street, do you cover your ass or your balls? the correct answer is, you cover your face.)

as jgy's narrative foil and winner of that year's political oscars, nhs wouldn't make those exact same mistakes. not to mention, his strength (i think) is in recognizing patterns and doing the least amount of work for maximum effect--the hallmarks of the "lazy" (efficient) genius. plus it's not like he was starved for opportunity (again, bc jgy really was doing too much..... he really could've not gotten caught if he would just focus on the damn infrastructure)

also re:jc yes you're right my man's the king of repression and sublimation lol the whole "who is the REAL mastermind" would be the LEAST of his problems right nyeow!!! he has to help his nephew secure the succession and keep those scheming little rats of jinlintai away from jl, THEN he has to reckon with the fact that his brother is back, which comes with 15+ year old unopened baggage. wouldn't it be funny if he's like, an old retiree before nhs even tells him "yeah it was me lol" and that's finally the thing that kills him LOL sorry

ok that aside let's imagine a scenario where jc gets a whiff of an inkling of an idea that NHS Risked JL's Life (whether he did or not is irrelevant in this case). i'd like to believe that as an older sect leader, like yeah sure emotionally he's stunted like evel kneivel* but at the very least he should have the presence of mind not to scream at a fellow sect leader in the streets about Serious Accusations. (he is not as logical about wwx in canon because that's his big brother and no younger brother is ever logical about his big brother. also he knows wwx well enough that he can trust wwx Wouldn't Endanger Kids)

*get it. bc evel kneivel was a stuntman

imo jc would go in circles thinking "but no..... nhs wouldn't do that" then "but that's what i thought about jgy too......." and then working himself up to a froth. this will probably result in the most intense assessing death glares and some shady little quips in public. coin toss whether jc would decide to confront nhs about it privately. at least for as long as jl hasn't fully settled in on the role yet, i highly doubt jc would let his guard down for anyone, even nhs. maybe wwx

postcanon sangcheng...... keep in mind i have shipper goggles on. but they're not getting married babes im sorry if i'm keeping it realistic they both have Duties to fulfill and they live in a Society where they don't have time to...... governance is not just Paperwork, it's their lived reality and not everyone has the privilege of a living family to hold down the fort while one goes off traveling (@ lwj, but he can do whatever he wants forever). not saying that they'll get married to other people and have babies, mind you. especially in societies based on martial strength i think it would be less important to have an Unbroken Bloodline than it is to pass down sect techniques

at the end of it IF there's a romance then they're living off of stolen time, sneaking around during hunts and conferences. and i highly highly doubt it'll be a soft epilogue my loves they are two jagged broken people who have given up too much and gotten back so little. they are not gonna make each other better, but hey the consolation is that they also can't make each other worse! at least they'll have someone else who somewhat Understands what it's like. "miserable but not alone" is a boon if you've lost everything else that mattered

#hewwo #asks #anonymous #NOT TO PAINT A BLEAK PICTURE of one of my favorite ships in the world btw!!!!! #i just think it's not gonna be soft or fluffy. they both have a lot of healing to do :( #comfort like a knife under your pillow #sangcheng #long post