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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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Long time no talk hello cc i had a shower thought.

If for some dumb reason if cerberus were to bite mc i made a list of most violent reactions to least violent i wanna know if you agree

Lucifer

Diavolo

Barbatos

Satan

Levi

Beel

Belphie

Mammon

Solomon

Asmo

Simone

Luke

Do you agree??? If no whats your list???

Ohhh hello 🪱 anon!

What an interesting scenario. I can't imagine Cerberus actually ever biting MC... just because I'm more inclined to imagine Cerberus loving MC as much everyone else does lol.

My list kinda depends on the definition of violent. Would they have a big reaction or would they straight up go Cruella De Vil and turn Cerbie into a coat?

I'm kinda back and forth about Lucifer. I'm pretty sure Lucifer loves Cerberus, but he also loves MC. And I don't think Lucifer would react very well to his dog doing something like that. You know, like he probably trained Cerberus himself. So I do think he'd be pissed at any rate.

I see Diavolo just getting MC out of there and keeping them at the castle for a while. I think he'd be like hey Lucifer take care of your dog and leave things to Lucifer for that part of it. He's gonna keep MC with him until they're fully healed.

Barbatos would be able to subdue Cerberus with a look, I'm fairly certain. He'd be angry, but I don't think he'd lose his cool enough to do anything other than nurse MC back to health. I see him also sorta leaving the Cerberus side of things to Luci.

I'm not so sure about Satan. He's a little more uhhhh well violent in general lol. Because I could totally see him getting pissed about this, too, but like he's more prone to losing his shit. Even still I think his priority would be MC.

I think Levi would be farther down on the list 'cause he does not strike me as the kinda demon to stand up to big scary three headed dogs. He'd be upset about the situation, no doubt, but I think he'd be too busy flailing over MC to do much. He might do that thing where he snaps and summons Lotan, though. In which case everybody's just gonna hafta go for a swim.

Beel is tricky because I don't see him as violent. To me he's such a big sweetheart, I see him doing something more like getting in the way and ending up getting bitten himself in an attempt to protect MC. Carries MC to safety as fast as he can.

Belphie... well... man I dunno. He can't exactly choke out a dog, can he? He's violent but in a quieter way than I think would be needed for something Cerbie's size lol. I think he'd be more likely to distract Cerberus with something so he can get MC outta there.

Mammon is known for being a bit of a scaredy cat, but I think it's more about horror than big dogs. That being said, he's also known for running fast, so I think he's in a good spot on the list. He'd just pick up MC and book it out of there. Yell at Lucifer about his dog later.

Solomon is interesting because I really think the "violence" definition comes into play here. Violent as in "dramatic reaction?" Put my man at the top of the list. Violent as in "physically attack?" No, he's about right where he is. Solomon would be extremely upset about this situation, but he'd take care of it with magic.

I think Asmo would use his charm on Cerbie. It obviously works on animals, so that'd be easy enough. Charms the heck out of Luci's dog so he can remove MC from the situation. And I see him being calm about it, too, just taking care of things because MC's safety is on the line and he's not messing around with that.

For some reason, I have this vision of Simeon calming the raging beast with a gentle touch lol. Is it because he's an angel or is it just because he's beautiful? Perhaps both. Either way, he's probably in the right spot.

Luke, my darling precious son, I hate to say it but I'm pretty sure he'd get eaten. I think he'd try to protect MC and stand between them and Cerberus. But he's probably just the right size to be gulped down in a single bite.

Oops this got a little lengthy lol. Anyway, those are just my general thoughts on it! But man, I kinda feel bad for Cerberus in this scenario because you know nobody is gonna be okay with him biting MC.

#I think the list is mostly accurate #maybe move Levi down #and move Satan up #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #okay I'm not gonna tag every character lol sorry I'm too lazy tonight #obey me cerberus #obey me lucifer #because he seems most relevant #🪱 anon #misc answers

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plush-rabbit · 10 months

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Phantoms and Memories

Continuation to Spots and Stops

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: If i let if go any further, it would have been well over 5K so I had to cut up the chapter ( ◕ᴗ◕)っ✂ (its also in his pov this time!! and so will next chapter)

As Johnathan runs, he’s thankful that the effects of the Super-Collider had given him longer legs. He doesn’t think he’d be able to run as long if not for the long strides that he takes as police chase after him. This most certainly isn’t fair- he hadn’t even stolen anything! When the cops had stopped and shined their light at him, he panicked and immediately set off.

The lights of the vehicle flash behind him, red and blue filling the night and people move out their way as a cop shouts at him to stop. One in the cruiser and the other pursuing him on foot.

Turning a corner, he grabs at a spot near his wrist- the jacket he wears pushed to his elbows- and holds onto it. He doesn’t trust himself to throw it and jump into it- knowing his luck, the hole would be much too small, and he’d just get stuck in it. No. Not again.

Instead, he jumps up, and the creaky ladder of a fire escape bangs down. Once more, he’s thankful for the long legs that allow him to climb easily and take two stairs at a time compared to the cop who is trailing behind. Reaching the roof of the building, he puts the spot in front of him, and taking in a shuddering breath, he stops. He hasn’t done a long jump with one of his holes before. It’s been something quick and nearby- nothing faraway. But hearing the cop behind him, there isn’t much time to ponder about where he’ll end up, he just hopes that wherever the spot leads him to, is home.

Like blinking, it’s a moment of darkness, falling into nothingness, until he realizes he is falling. His legs kick out until just a second later, he falls onto a soft surface- bumpy, but soft. He lifts himself up on his forearms, scanning around what appears to be a dark room. Maybe he did manage to control where he went this time.

His hand pulls at whatever it is that squishes under him. In the dark room where the only light comes from a streetlamp behind closed blinds, he sees that it’s a pillow shaped like a flower. The fabric stretches down where his hand has fisted over one of the stuffed petals. He turns, and he freezes. He holds tightly onto the pillow and he can barely make it out, he can barely make you out, but it’s you. Asleep on your bed and asleep in your room.

How you didn’t hear or feel him fall onto your bed is beside the point- even with being a heavy sleeper, that must be a stroke of luck for him. Why are you here? A better and appropriate question is why is he here? He doesn’t want to be here. He can’t be here. Sure, you had invited him to come if he needed something but he doubts that you actually meant it- more as a nicety than anything- and even if you had meant it, he doubts that you meant it like this.

The flower goes behind him, and he waits- quiet and still, he hopes that you don’t wake up. Please, don’t wake up. To whatever deity that listens to him, he promises that if you don’t wake up, he’ll never see you again. He can’t handle seeing your reaction if he stopped by unannounced. Crawling slowly, he moves to get off of your bed. Even with you being such a heavy sleeper, every time the bed creaks under his weight, he pauses, the bed creaks under his weight and every creak has him go rigid.

His feet are flat against the floor and he turns, your phone lighting up as a message enters. His curiosity gets the best of him and he takes soft footsteps to peek. It’s from an unsolved number that simply asks if you’re awake. Hurt grips at him in unforgiving claws.

The time is ten past two. Your phone is fully charged, and he takes another look at you. You still sleep soundly and undisturbed. He unplugs your phone, and lets the cable hang over the drawer knobs. No matter how many times he told you that charging your phone overnight is harmful for the battery, you never seemed to listen. You continued to charge it.

Turning to you, he sees that the blanket is askew, draping over the side of the bed. Adjusting it, so that it now covers your body, he tucks you in, pulling it up to your shoulders. He lifts his hand up and hovers your head, and as his fingertips brush against your skin, he pulls back. The memory of you reacted when he last touched you is fresh in his mind. You recoiled away. He wonders if you washed yourself of his touch right after he was kicked out. Instead, he watches you, asleep and unaware of him. Your phone lights up again, and he frowns. Taking another peek, it’s the same unsaved number. Looking back to you, he fists his hand at his side. He wishes that he could touch you one more time- just a final touch, a final kiss to allow him to let go of you. But he can’t do that- he’d feel awful knowing that he did something to you. You’d probably be disgusted with him if you knew what he was doing.

He should leave.

You didn’t wake up. He did promise that if you didn’t wake up, he wouldn’t return- he wouldn’t see you again. You’ve moved on, and he should too.

Still, he can’t pull himself away. He wants to look at you like he would before. He wants you to look at him like you would before. He wants to slip into the bed beside you and pull you to his chest and feel you rest your hand over his stomach. You sleep, and he stares and it’s creepy and gross and an invasion of your privacy, but he can’t help it. He needs to look at you, needs to engrave you into his memory until he can picture you without even trying.

His hand lifts again, shaky and unsure as it reaches over, and just as he’s about to trace over your features, your phone rings. Scurrying, he hides himself behind the bottom edge of your mattress. He pulse himself down, making sure that not an inch of him is seen over where you sit.

The ringing stops, and he hears your voice.” Hello?” It’s raspy and heavy with sleep. He can’t hear the other side of the conversation no matter how much he tries to strain his hearing. “Yeah, well I was asleep.” You mutter something under your breath too light for him to hear. “I’m listening, I’m listening.” You pause. “Yeah, no I’m not really in the greatest mood considering that I was woken up in the middle of the night.” You never liked being woken up- he’s made that mistake a few times. “Look-” you exhale- “I’m sorry that I led you on-” it doesn’t sound sincere but rather annoyed- “but it’s over, okay? Like for good.” Another pause. “No, no. It’s over. I’m done. Good luck or whatever. Bye.”

Your phone lights up the room in a bright glow and as quick and blinding as it came, it’s snuffed out. He hears you fall back into bed. You groan and the bed shakes as you turn.

Silence fills the room and Johnathan’s heart beats in fear. He just has to wait a few minutes until you’re back to sleep. It won’t take long. You’ve always been quick to fall back to sleep and after being rudely woken up, you’ll slip off into slumber in no time.

He waits and waits, and after what feels like eternity, he hears soft thumping- you’re kicking into the bed. “Fuck,” you whine. “Fuck.” You toss and turn, and he can hear the assault on the pillow as you try to make yourself comfortable.

Oh no. You can’t fall back to sleep.

He should have left when he had the chance. This is his punishment.

Carefully, he peels off a hole, and places it beside himself, maybe he can slip away like this, he enters his hand into the hole. Keeping his gaze fixed looking above, he pushes his hand into the hole, fingers outstretched, fluttering about looking for a flat surface. He’s elbow deep, the hole on his face contorting into what would be frustration if he still had his face. He can’t find it, and you’ve already begun to kick at the blankets and grumble at yourself.

You’ve already lost your sleep- taken away by a phone call from someone who you used to date.

Johnathan tries not to dwell on that. It’s too fresh of a wound. You’re too fresh of a wound.

As he reaches further down, his body presses against the floor. All he needs is to know that something is on the other side, something that might break his fall or would at least get him out of your room. Too focused on looking up to see if you’d peep your head over, he feels something ghosts over the side of head, fleeting and spindly, and he yelps.

Oh fuck. He turns, hoping to find a spider, but it’s just his hand, the portal made to just be a few feet away from where he made it

“Hello?” Your voice is alert. Even if he were to be quiet, you’d never buy it.

The light clicks on, and he can hear you rummage through your nightstand. “Hello? No, fuck. I- I have a weapon.” Your voice is shaky. He stays silent, pulling away the spot and making another one that ends up on your wall on the opposite side. “I'll call the police.”

He lowers his head and lifts an arm. “It’s me. It’s just me.” He hopes that he’s the only one with white skin that you know.

“Johnathan?”

His head knocks against the wooden frame of the mattress, and he lowers his hand. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pop in unexpectedly. I just- I got myself into a pickle and I just threw a spot and now I’m here.” He pauses. “I’m sorry.”

He had wanted to go home. Or at least pop in anywhere but here. He can’t believe that his holes would betray him like this.

The bed creaks, and he pulls his arm back from the spot, watching above him, seeing if you’d peek over to see him. You don’t. “A pickle? Are you okay?” He can hear the soft rustle of the blankets. “Are you hurt?”

He shrugs, but you can’t see him. “Oh, um. Yeah, yeah.” His knees feel as if they’re on fire and he’s ready to put this day behind him. “I’m okay.”

You stay silent.

“I’ll get out of your hair, I just- It’s hard to control my holes and where they take me.” He fumbles with another spot. That one pools on your ceiling.

“Jonathan?”

He pulls the spot back. “Yeah?”

“You can say no, but um, can I see you?”

The spot of his face stretches, and he feels his body tense. He remembers how you reacted to him the first time. And the second time- granted he did catch you in a vulnerable moment, but it was because of him that you were so- so vulnerable. He should tell you no. He should leave and never look back, and never think of you. But then you call his name, and his resolve crumbles. When the two of you were together and happy, he could never tell you no; he could never deny you anything that you had wanted.

His hands brace themselves against the edge of the bed frame, and he stands, looking down at the ground, unable to see you. Never has he felt so bare and exposed.

The bed creaks, and he sees a shadow approach and a familiar shirt peeks in the corner of his vision. He can feel your eyes on him, and your hands flex and unflex in want. He should look at you. He should give himself that grace, he should take one look at you while you look at him. When he looks up, he’s tilting his head down, head cocked to the side, as you look at him with doe eyes shining in unshed tears. Your hands fist into his old shirt, and you look at him.

“It’s rude to stare,” he mumbles.

You still continue to stare. You suck in your bottom lip, your teeth teasing at it, and he hates that he can’t kiss you, that he can’t touch you without one of you resulting in tears. You swallow, and part your lips once more. Would you still taste like mint? Or would you taste like sleep? Would you close your eyes and pretend that he was someone else if he leaned towards you? Are you pretending that he’s someone else right now? Are you only able to stomach him and his appearance because you think of someone else?

“Can you eat?” You ask, and it’s almost laughable that all that you could tell him, and it’s that. A simple, curious question. It’s entirely you.

“Yes,” he answers. What would you say next? Would ask if he could chew? If he still has teeth that would tear apart meat and grain? Would you ask if he still has lips? Would you continue to ask him questions so that he could stay a little while longer in the comfort of your bedroom? “Why do you ask?”

“Are you hungry?” Your hands fist over the stomach of his old shirt. “We- I can make you something if you’d like.”

He’d eat glass if it meant that he could stare at you some more. “I can eat.” You give him a ghost of a smile, and he takes it eagerly. “What do you have around?” Is he allowed to be greedy? Can he ask and ask until you can no longer give him what he wants?

You climb off the bed, adjusting at the shirt and pulling down the legs of your shorts. He follows you out of your room, and now as a stranger in your home, he feels like a ghost invading your space- walking past memories that he no longer has access to. He walks past the living room, the weight and tension a swirling mess, threatening to pull the both of you in and keep you stuck forever in a loop of grief. He holds his breath until he enters the kitchen. Motioning for him to sit at the table, you open the fridge, a cool blast makes goosebumps prick your skin.

Turning your head, you look just like how he remembers you. “Are you okay with sandwiches?”

“Do you have chips?” He’ll be greedy and gluttonous- stuffing himself full of food in order to sit with you longer.

Nodding, you begin to pull out the ingredients to make sandwiches and he watches from the chair, stiff and cold, wanting to believe that he won’t be back after tonight. But as you bring out the plates and pull out the drinks- his favorite is still in your fridge even after all this time remains unopened and cold. You place the ingredients in front of him and alongside you, he prepares his sandwich.

You’re done with yours fairly quickly, and you turn on the television, and a late night show fills the room. Fake laughter, and fake applause is all that rings in him, and in his hand is a sandwich made with a gluttonous desire to take all that he can.

When he takes a bite, it’s sour.

“We probably should have toasted the bread,” you tell him, peeling off the crust. “Untoasted is fine and all it if we were going to make sandwiches-”

“-We should have done it properly,” he finishes. Looking up at you, he can’t finish the sandwich- not when it tastes like it’ll give him heartburn. “Chips?” The drink remains unopened, collecting condensation on the side and dripping onto the placemats on the table. Hissing comes from the soda, and he looks at the opening.

“In the pantry.” You take a bite of your sandwich and glance at him through the corner of your eyes. “You’re free to check.” You close your eyes, humming at the mouthful of food in your mouth.

He stands, and searches through the cabinets, a brand new bag of chips sits, and he grabs at it, the colors popping against his skin. Reaching down into a drawer, he pulls out a reusable straw. A metallic one, the silver distorting his image in the reflection. It sits beside yours- iridescent and solid colors.

The chips sit at the table and the straw- his straw- sits in his drink. He turns his head every time he takes a sip. You don’t look at him. This entire time, you haven’t casted a glance towards him except in the beginning. You make small conversation as you eat your sandwich and place a few chips onto your plate. Your drink is opened, and you never take your eyes off of it. The television still plays. He’s only taken small bites of his own, the taste not returning, and the bitterness staining him.

“Why did you ask me to stay?” His holes are shifting, swirling and constricting as he waits for your answer.

You cast him a glance. Finally, you look at him. “I just-” you let out a long exhale- “You want the truth or a lie?”

“The truth.”

Shrugging, you take another sip and look at him, turning your body in the chair to fully face him. “I-” the words get stuck in your throat and you look away- “I have no right to say it, but I missed you.” He stills. “I know what I did was awful, but-” you hold the can and the aluminum bends under your touch- “you were right. It’s still you.” You look at him again, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so saturnine. Even your tone is sorrowful and empty, and the words hang in the air, unanswered to.

He stays silent. And you continue, keeping your gaze on him. It must be taking all of your willpower to even do so.

“Do you think you could stay a while?” He’s silent. “You can say no.” You turn away from him, and push yourself away from the table. “I know that I shouldn't be asking you anything of the sort, but I hope you’ll say yes. If not, then you know, just lock up when you leave.”

You have the gall to ask that of him. You open your home to him, and offer him food, and he takes it with acid poisoned in him, with hands stained with muck and gunk, and his pale white skin is stained with holes and spots. And still, as if it were the first night that he spent with you, anxiety chills him to his core and roots him in place.

He’ll get up and lock the door behind him. Johnathan will rid himself of you, and let all of this be some dream that felt too real. He’ll do it. His chest fills with air, and the chair scrapes against the floor. He’ll leave a mess behind, and when you clean it in the morning with the bird chirping outside and the soft rays of light shining against your table, you’ll miss him. Every step that he takes is heavy, and slow, weights placed on his ankles to pull him back so as to not make a dumb mistake. You can hope that he’ll say yes, and he can hope that when morning comes, you’ll still miss him. And he stands in the living room, back where he stood before you all those nights ago.

The room looks so different. Emptier.

Every step has him hoping that he’s making the right decision. What more could you ever say to him? What words could ever mend him back together? What tenderness could ever replace the cold and callous nature that you bared at him in his weakest moments? He holds the doorknob in his hands, and he hopes that he’ll never get to find out. He hopes that when he closes the door behind him, he’ll have it all figured out.

#the spot #the spot x reader #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn headcanons #johnathan ohnn #im gonna start using the h in the fics #but will i go back and fix the rest #probably #porbably not #i dont know #im lazy #i have to go to work so tags are rushed but yeah #hopefully the next part is tonight or tomorrow #i had to split it up #it was gonna be way to long #as a single chapter #plus the mood shifts so ya know #i think that was a good break

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girlkisserr · 8 months

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#is it visually interesting? no. lol. i am too lazy to think of a coherent background here from me own brain and references tonight but i was #so bored i wanted to draw my favourite octo of all time (hotaru) (please look at him for me)#||lost kin doodles #//hotaru #mmmm nah no main tag i dont care

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osoreruna · 3 months

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here it is, the post nobody's been waiting for:

+ the MHA WATCHPARTY INFO !!

for this first session, we'll be watching the first of three movies: My Hero Academia: TWO HEROES ! dates for the other two will be determined at a later date, but will most likely take place the same time as this one, as determined by poll last week. here's the important bits !!

date: SUNDAY, 2/11

time: 6:00 pm, EST

to keep things accessible, we'll be watching the english dub with english subtitles.

the movie will be hosted on WATCHPARTY. the link to the room will be posted the day of. you do not need an account to use watchparty, but perhaps changing your chat name to your url or screen name would be helpful in identifying you.

everyone's invited ! feel free to reblog this if you're into that i guess — and invite your friends !!

that being said, i have no idea how many people will actually join in. it very well may be just me lmao but i know big watchparties can get out of hand sometimes. let's keep things safe and enjoyable for everyone, yeah ? blatant disregard of this statement will earn you a swift kick and potential ban from future watchparties hosted by me.

#𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 + [ OOC ]#𝗠𝗛𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗬 + [ AD ]#⬅ tag to blacklist if you want nothing to do with this —#don't come at me about the dub thing —#my dyslexia will kick your fuckin ass.#i hid a little time zone converter thing in the post for you guys that are just as bad at math and / or just as lazy as me.#but yeah anyway #i know i've been like #NOT HERE but i've been lurkin #when i'm not sleepin'. i get it where i can.#sleep is still exhausting atm tho. cardio appt on the 9th. heart's been doing an excited little dancy dance i think but i wish it would STO #dancing — i mean...i ran out of characters.#not actually stop.#but !! it also took me so long to type this !#because i decided to DESTROY my shoulder carrying an 85" tv up three flights of stairs today and it HURTS.#so i'm gonna try to do things tonight #but no promises.#uughhg i've got so much to catch up on i'm sorry y'all #but THREE DAY WEEKENDS STARTING NEXT WEEK !!! AHHH #i can't wait to cry about david w u guys —

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da-proti-toku-grem · 25 days

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hey maca 👹

ZOREN YOU DID NOT JUST ATTACKED ME WITH LONG HAIR! JAN HOW TF IS HE SO FUCJING GORGOEUS I ACTUAKLY CANT DO THIS ANYMORT WHAT THE ACTUAK FUCJ HSVSISVSIDHSIWHSISHWVEXNSJWBS

#oh you better watch out your inbox is not safe tonight >:)#(well idk what hour it's there but it's 11:30pm here lmao so tonight it is)#jan peteh #ask #mine #🩷#i feel like i need a tag for jan & jure like i have for nace but i'm too lazy to come up with smth lol

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amxrany · 6 months

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!! TWST ABEMA STREAM SPOILERS !!

Can we also talk about the R cards like they can be mistaken for the SRs to have groovies as well

Like we got Lilia serving like he serving in the war again

A little bit sad that Jack is an R card but LOOK AT HIM, his pose kind of seems familiar but I can't wrap my head around it

And Trey is making me wanna simp for him even more like STOP IT

And Jade's eel motif with Floyd which is such a cute touch

Of course we got the SRs as well

I swear they all look so good especially that it reminds me of Black Butler Book of Circus arc with the whole dark circus vibe. I absolutely love it

#rany talks about twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #Too lazy to tag every person in the post but we eating good tonight

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werestorm · 3 months

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Ort

#art #werestorm draws #wof #dragon #wings of fire #im too lazy to tag this further tonight so just. bear with me

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theboxfort · 1 year

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Objectsworld???? 😳😳😳😳?!?!?!??!!??!??!?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Main boys designs are based on Osh's!!

#eddsworld #should i even tag these fellas with who they are supposed to be. i'm lazy tonight so no. sorry #pink draws #🍅redd #i have my reasons for electric guitar torm LSAIJDGLG #basically uhhhh tom --> bass tord --> electric/sharp stuff #<<< yeah what i said ^^^^^^^ <-- has no idea where the tag will be

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sexysilverstrider · 4 months

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Playful Star | SGAO

The stars were pretty tonight.

Aoi adjusted her seat on the bench. While the area she was in was quite secluded, it wasn’t that barren. The amount of noise that she heard was plenty from afar, but it was still peaceful enough for her to have a peace of mind.

“Aoi.”

Ba-dump!

Ah, there was also another reason.

Head turned to the left; black eyes twinkled in glee at the presence of one boy. “That’s me,” she casually replied, voice lilted with a gleeful chirp.

Ba-dump!

Oh, he truly couldn’t be calm around her.

Trembled mouth pursed to hide back a giddy laugh. “Here you go,” he calmly said, one hand handing out a water bottle. Once it was out of his grasp, Kieran took a seat next her.

His eyes never left her.

“Thank you.”

He saw her smile. It was charming, Beautiful. Enticing even.

The little distance they had were too far. Too far.

One finger pushing the rim of her glasses, Aoi uncapped the bottled water. Facing the beautiful view of the hills and meadow in front of them, she took a gulp of water.

Amber eyes darted to her throat. It bobbed lightly as water slid down her throat. Pupils dilated slightly—just the slightest—as he kept his gaze fixated on the beautiful sight. It was then that thoughts bubbled in his mind. A thought of what it was like to brush his fingers on the smooth skin of her neck. A thought of the faint scent of vanilla that might have come from her every time they were close. A thought of making a cute necklace so that he could place it around her neck.

A thought of his mouth, parted and lightly panting, placed on her neck—

“Kieran?”

Pupils shrunk at the sound of her voice.

“Ah, yes?” Quickly, Kieran recollected himself. His back straightened. Strands of black and violet hair draped down his face at the minor jolt he had given himself.

Aoi handed him the half-empty bottle. “Do you want some?” With a small smile, she lightly shook the bottle. The water in it sloshed quietly, attracting the boy’s attention only for a mere second.

She didn’t realize. Thank Arceus, she didn’t realize.

His mouth remained agape. However, after a second blink, he swiftly pressed his lips shut and coughed meekly. “S-Sure…” Gloveless hand took the bottle. Their fingers brushed, and Kieran felt like scolding himself to feel his heart scraping its way out of his ribcage. Without a thought, he gulped the rest of the contents down.

“So, what’s on your mind, Kieran?”

A loud cough basically broke out by the sudden question.

Surprise and guilt shook the girl. Immediately, Aoi rubbed his back. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you!” Tease him? Yes, constantly. Scare him? Not really.

Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, Kieran softly tapped his chest. “It’s not you.” It’s me, damn it. “I just…” Ah, what reason would he give after showing such a shameful reaction? Wet lips pursed. Hand holding the bottle tightened. Kieran looked up at the beautiful night sky.

Black eyes glistened behind mottled sunglasses.

Aoi was a patient girl. Well, more patient than Nemona, that’s for sure. Anticipation always became her drive to do anything. Determination was a solid pillar that she sat atop on. She was often a playful person, good with words and easy with smiles. The many reasons for her fame in Naranja Academy weren’t just because of her battling prowess. Aoi had a natural charm about her that made her loved and respected by many. She had many traits about herself; some she already knew and some she was still realizing.

And ever since she reunited with Kieran, Aoi started to learn another thing about her: Greedy.

She looked at him, heart a flitter and eyes a flutter. Feeling a bit devilish, the girl scooted closer.

Their hands touched.

She felt mean if she were to giggle at his adorable grumble.

“I—!” Finally, he looked at her, a cute frown accompanied by beet red cheeks. “It’s nothing, Aoi…” Decided that he had enough of embarrassing himself over his huge crush, the boy huffed.

Fuck, he was too cute!

“Come on.” Never one to give up, Aoi playfully nudged his shoulder with her own. “Tell me.” She knew that if she pressed further, he would eventually relent. A smile swirled into something impish, she nudged him again.

Kieran knew what she was doing. This was not the first time.

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head. Despite his insistence, Kieran never moved away. Hell, his right hand sheepishly grasped her left hand, fingers traced and laced together until they’re intertwined.

Her lower lip jutted out. “Tell me, Kieran.” She bumped his shoulder again. Her left fingers gave a little squeeze, and Aoi wanted to whimper to feel his fingers squeezing and brushing her own back.

Amber met black. Even hidden behind sunglasses, Kieran gulped to see the dazzling sparkle of her eyes. “Nothing,” was all he said, head then turned to face the meadow before them.

Like him, she never gave up that easily.

“Tell meeeee,” she started whining. Unbecoming of Champion that struck terror and awe into the hearts of her opponents, Aoi gently bumped her forehead against his right shoulder. “Pretty please?” She looked up, eyes twinkling at the sight of the boy she loved so much.

He didn’t budge.

She was both impressed and annoyed.

It was then that she decided to use her secret weapon.

Without a word, she took off her sunglasses—one would wonder why the hell the girl was wearing sunglasses in the first place at night—and placed them on an empty spot on her right. She let her left fingers be remained in his grasp; he wasn’t planning on letting go anyways. Black eyes now clearer under the glistening gleam of the moon, Aoi gave a firm stare at Kieran.

One second, he was quietly curious at her actions.

The next, a scream almost did peep out to feel his shoulder being pulled and lips brushing the shell of his right ear.

“Pretty please, sweetheart?”

Oh, that was the last straw.

Aoi should be proud at what she could do to him. She should be huffing in pride that she could break the boy—in a good way—with her actions and words. She should be standing at the highest peak in the Terrarium for being the only person to see Kieran in his most adorable state.

Alas, that delight died in a ditch once she felt her body being pulled closer.

“You ask for it.”

Black eyes widened. Mouth parted to a silent gasp at the feel of a warm mouth on her neck.

Chup…

It was a cold night, yet her body felt warm very fast.

Taking advantage of her shock and indulging completely in his desire, Kieran wrapped her waist with his free arm. Mouth gasping like a thirsty man, chup…he planted another kiss on her neck.

She smelled intoxicating.

Left hand slid upwards. Palm pressed firmly on her back. Eyes closed shut, Kieran nuzzled his nose on such soft skin. Her scent lit his heart ablaze. She must’ve had taken a shower a few hours, for she smelled fresh and warm. Lost in a haze of hunger, he continued pressing little pecks on her neck.

Chu… One right below her left ear.

Chu… One on a spot close to her vein.

Chuuu… One on the line of her collarbone.

She was soft. So soft.

She smelled nice. So nice.

Hot lips stayed on a spot on her neck, so close to where her throat bobbed frantically. He cupped a single spot, silent and still as a single thought raced through his mind.

She was his. All his.

“K-Kieran…”

Amber eyes snapped open.

Realization hitting him like a brick, Kieran immediately let her go. “I—sorry!” Hands were raised up in her air, palms spread as they levelled on either side of his head.

Amidst the darkness that enveloped around them, he could clearly see such vivid crimson on her face.

Aoi looked at him, eyes just as popping and mouth pressed tight. Hands flew to hot cheeks, thumbs brushing over hotter spots that Kieran had kissed. In all honesty, never would she have expected him to ambush her in such an attack. Yes, ever since they reunited and made up, Aoi could see that the boy had potential to be irrational and volatile.

She knew that and yet, she still pressed his buttons.

“Are you angry at me…?”

Blown-out pupils looked at the darling Blueberry trainer she loved so much. He looked so guilty. So sad.

Ah, she felt like doing it again.

Hands dropped to her lap, Aoi coughed meekly. Trying to don a mask of dignity that failed fabulously, she fixed her gaze at him. “No,” she swiftly replied, wanting to remove the sense of guilt and sorrow that he solely did not deserve.

She watched as he breathed a sigh of relief.

A smile was bitten back. Poorly.

“I mean, I did ask.” Braver of the two, Aoi sheepishly held his hands. Not once did he flinch at her touch, and this only bloomed the joy in her rapidly beating heart. “And I did get my answer.” Eyes still locked on his adorably red face. She brought his right palm to her pretty pink lips.

Chu.

His breathing hitched inside a suddenly dry throat.

“Thank you for answering, sweetheart.”

A low groan rumbled in his mouth to see the beautifully sly smile hidden behind his palm.

Feeling both defeated and elated, Kieran once again pulled her closer. This time, the action was much gentler, much more obvious. This allowed Aoi to spread her arms wide open before happily wrapping them around his neck. His own arms, shaking still, hugged around her waist, around his favourite spot where his arms should be.

“You’re impossible, honey…” His voice, soft and shy, lulled closely to her right ear. The sound of her laughter only made him tighten his hold. Breathing out a sigh—which then made her shiver slightly—Kieran rested his chin on her shoulder and slowly swayed their bodies left and right.

Her head cocked slightly by their height, Aoi flashed the brightest smile that rivalled the sun. “And you love me for that juuust like how much I love you.”

Ah, how her heart screamed in utmost glee to hear his soft, affectionate, “I know. And I really love you. Very much.”

The stars were truly pretty tonight.

END

#Kieran #Aoi #Pokemon #Kierana #SGAO #the sgao stands for suguri/aoi #which is their japanese ship tag #i like tht better than the english one i gave haha #anyways remember when i said im too lazy to write a fic tonight. remember when i lied #here you go TEEHEE #i love this dynamic....i love these two....might write more #Fafar Writes

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