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lustbile-archive · 4 years

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YangyangxReader

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Summary/Warning: Smut. Yangyang swears that tentacles are hot, just watch one video with him and you’ll see. He promises.… this was supposed to be a blurb but then I got very carried away. and because of that it might be a little rambley at some parts im so sorry

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You’d be the first to admit that you and Yangyang had a weird friendship. Your other friends had clocked it, saying that even for best friends, you were way too open with each other.

And they weren’t technically wrong. Something about being around Yangyang deleted your filter, made you say shit that you never thought you’d say to another human being, but in your defense, he was exactly the same way.

It started with a few dirty jokes. It wasn’t anything serious or any different than ones you’d say with or without each other, but you two did encourage each other. It was as if anything one of you said, the other had something to add. It didn’t take long for things to begin to spiral and for your friends to decide that you two together were lethal.

After that day it was like you were attached at the hip. Something about your shared vulgarness made you click and it wasn’t very long after until it went a little far.

It was the first time you stayed over at his place, a bottle of liquor tucked in your bag. Tipsy off a half a bottle each, you both let it slip what turned you on the most. It wasn’t weird at the time, but the next morning there was a tension there.

That tension eventually faded, leading to another sleep over. And another. And another. Each of them somehow leading to some form of sexual conversation.

But the one that happened tonight was different.

Some joke about porn was made. You two sat side by side in your own chairs as you watched him play some game you quickly forgot the name of, and he had deemed it appropriate to mention that it would be kinda hot if the woman he played as were to get fucked by the tentacle monster that she fought.

You started by jokingly scolding him about how, though you weren’t sure exactly in what way, what he said was chauvinistic. But then you followed it with teasing about how he was a weirdo for being into tentacles.

“Oh come on,” he goes on, much louder than he needed to be, “you cannot tell me you’ve never looked at tentacle porn. Not even just because you were curious?”

“What porn I watch is none of your business Yang,” you retort as you push your finger in his face, a bratty giggle bursting from you when he smacks your hand away in irritation.

“So you’re not denying that you’ve seen tentacle porn,” he hums, nodding to himself, “if that’s the case I’m just gonna assume you have.”

You move to retort again, but he quickly interrupts, “actually I’m going to assume that you only watch tentacle porn and it’s something you get off to very often.”

“You think about me getting off a lot Yangyang?” you ask, but you quickly realize maybe the question was a step too far once the words are in the air.

Thankfully, he seems to ignore your question as he suddenly closed his game, the incognito tab he opens immediately after making your mouth run dry.

“How about this,” he starts, his fingers running across the keyboard as he types in the the link to a porn site. You divert your eyes quickly when you see the bars auto fill pop up, the idea of seeing whatever he looked at when he forgot to go incognito making your stomach flip, “let’s just take a little peek and we’ll see who’s right.”

“See who’s right about what?” your voice pitches and your back straightens as you ask.

“About whether or not tentacles are hot,” he turns to you briefly as if he’s explaining a math equation to you, “come on dude keep up.”

“Man I don’t know,” you hesitate, but you quickly notice he already has a video picked out and queued.

“I’m not gonna force you to watch it if you don’t want,” he reassures as he hovers his cursor over the play button, “but I also won’t judge you if you’re curious.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment as you think, your heart beating faster as the seconds pass, “okay fine just play it before I change my mind.”

And that’s how you got where you are now. You and Yangyang curled into your chairs, eyes wide and curious as a slender woman, with a disproportionately large chest, screams and whines while she’s brutally fucked by a weird tentacle monster.

You feel your face twist in fascination, first at the amount of detail and time that must have went into animating each frame, but then slowly but surely, just how weirdly hot you found yourself finding the video.

Something about the way the multiple tentacles cover her body as they suspend her in the air. One is shoved deep in her mouth, gross gagging noises added as a result, two attached to both of her nipples and another set fucking her open from both holes. It was easily one of the weirdest things you’ve ever seen, but you couldn’t ignore the growing wetness it caused in your underwear.

You try to not let it show in your body language, the idea of Yangyang noticing your arousal and then most likely making fun of you for it making you want to crawl in a hole.

You eyes dart over to him for a moment to try and gauge how he’s feeling. The first thing you notice immediately is the way he curls to block your view of his crotch, the second being the fact that he looks at you as well.

“So… what are you thinking?” he asks slowly.

“I don’t know what are you thinking?” you throw back almost too quickly.

“I… I think you know what I’m thinking,” his words continue to spill out like molasses, his head quickly nodding to the space between his legs with a embarrassed flush to his skin, “I’m asking how you’re feeling.”

“I don’t know,” you double down, your head shaking with a jerk, “I- I don’t know how I’m feeling.”

“It’s okay if you like it-“

“I don’t know if I like it,” you lie, your tone defensive and sharp.

“You do know that you’re not a bad person for liking it right?” He continues to reassure as he tries to keep his patience with you.

You only huff in response, the video still loudly playing as you talk. You try to shift in your seat to create distance between you, but it only makes you aware of how your arousal grows.

“Okay im not gonna lie,” he starts, a joking tone to his voice in the way that tells you he’s trying to ease the tension, “I think it’s hot, but you probably guessed that. I’m just saying I could totallly jack it to this.”

You know it’s a joke, but that doesn’t stop the words from making your face warm and your thighs flex. And even though you try and advert your eyes, you know he is analyzing every move you make.

“Do you maybe…” he trails off as he considers what to say next, “ack, no no it’s weird never mind.”

“What?” you dart up in panic, “is something im doing weird?”

“No no no,” he panics as well, “you’re fine… I was just gonna ask if you... if you maybe wanted to see how much you like it. Like see if you can get off to it?”

It was in this you found out that maybe your friends were right. Maybe you were lethal together, too comfortable and relaxed and willing to do and say the worst in front of each other. If that wasn’t the case there was no way in hell you’d end up where you were now.

If someone had told you that when you first met Yangyang that one night you two would be masturbating to tentacle porn together, you would have told them they lived in a fantasy, that they were just delusional perverts that don’t like people being just friends, but they would have been right.

You felt weirdly eager as you pushed your pajama shorts and underwear to his floor, the air of the room hitting your skin and making you come to the terms of how wet the video had gotten you.

And the fact that Yangyang seemed equally as eager as he pulled himself from the restrains of his sweatpants both put you at ease while putting you incredibly in edge.

You tried to ignore him as he sat next to you. Your eyes taking an iron lock onto his screen as a new video played. It was the same idea, pretty girl with literally any possible hole stuffed with a slimy tentacle getting pleasured in any way possible, the only difference was a slight change in art style.

It took you a moment to get into it, your fingers gently tapping against your clit as you tried to build the courage to touch yourself the same way you do in the safety of your own room, but after one particularly hard thrust from the monster and a desperate cry from the girl, you couldn’t hold back.

Your fingers dipped into your entrance gently as you coated the tips in your arousal, your hips jumping slightly at the friction.

Yangyang tried to ignore you as well, his fist moving slowly as he tried to focus on the scene in front of him, but the way you jerked next to him and the bubbles of noise that slipped unintentionally from your lips, he felt like a starving tiger being tempted with a steak.

You tried to bite your tongue to hold in any moans as your fingers started to roll circles gently on your clit, but with the way you grew wetter and wetter and the rising sensitivity in the bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help the quiet whimpering that rose from you chest.

It wasn’t that you could get off to it, it was actually much easier than you had anticipated. Something about the way the girls in the videos were being stimulated in every way possible had you hot and dripping in your arousal, and maybe your best friend pleasuring himself next to you was making it a million times sexier.

You weren’t alone though. It didn’t take long for Yangyang to lose his internal battle, his eyes straining to his side and his gaming chair rolling back slightly to allow him to watch you from the side. He knew he could crank one out easily to the videos in front of him, he had done it plenty of times before, but if he let the opportunity of watching your chest rise and fall with labored breaths while your fingers moved quickly over your dampened skin pass him by, he’d be kicking himself forever.

He was moving before he could even think, the finger of his free hand working with a mind of his own as they tap gently on the side of your chair. His heart beat sky rockets when you jump, but he only feels himself get harder when he sees it doesn’t stop your rapidly moving hand.

“Say no,” he whispers regardless of his growing need to touch you, “say no cause I cannot ruin this friendship.”

“No offense Yang,” he almost collapses at how winded you sound, but also at the promise that you’re still comfortable enough to shorten his name, “but if what we’re doing now didn’t ruin it, I don’t think anything will.”

“Thank fuck,” he speaks too loudly again as he moves his chair next to yours, his hand brushing against the side of your bare leg as it leans against the arm of your chair, “cause I wanna touch you so bad dude.”

“Hmmmm,” you hum out as his words swirl your brain like a blender, your heart rapidly pumping against your chest. You’d be a liar if you tried to act like the idea didn’t cause a new wave of arousal run over your body. Your answer comes before you can even think of the consequences.

“Please,” the word being your only verbal response before you rip your hand away from your body, your legs falling wider apart as an invitation. Your body jumps in protest as you deny yourself the orgasm that was slowly building, and Yangyang immediately jumps into action to compensate.

The first touch of his fingers is unsure, a hesitation in his muscles as he tries to convince himself that what’s happening is real. He isn’t sure what’s hotter to him in that moment, the way you whimper with a slight pout to your lips when he finally presses his digits to your swollen clit, or the way your eyes remain locked on the animated porn.

He’s battling between the two, when you show him something better. Your hand moves wildly in the air for only a moment, before you're pushing it under his arm. It doesn’t take you much exploring before you find where his hand slowly moves against his length. Your hand swats gently at his in a way that weirdly reminds him of the way you swat at him when he does something he’s not supposed to, and after his brain catches up with your motions, he lets go.

He thinks his heart probably stops when your hand wraps around him, your wrist immediately moving at the same pace as his fingers. His eyes slam shut for a second, a desperate attempt to hold off his orgasm, before they open slightly again.

He tries to do the same as you and keep his eyes trained on the video, and it works a few times, but as you gush and twitch against his unrelentingly moving fingers. He feels like one of his biggest fantasies has come to life in front of him, the whining sound of his name from your lips music to his ears.

You babble and squirm, your orgasm approaching you much faster than it has ever before. There’s something so jarring and new about the video that flashes in front of your eyes, and combining that with your best friend playing you not much differently than he’d played his game not long before made you feel like you were losing your grip on reality.

You’re vaguely aware that your hand flexes around his length, and fear that maybe your hold may be too rough immediately leaving your mind when you hear him let out a pleased groan. The sound also momentarily replaces the fear that filled you from actually looking at the boy that sits next to you, and you feel your head jerking to look at his face scrunched in pleasure.

The wind is knocked from your lungs when your eyes meet his again, neither of your stares faltering like you assumed they would. Instead the eye contact encourages you both, and you feel your hands pick up their pace.

You thank the universe for Yangyang’s reflexes as he finds no trouble in following your antsy jerking hips, his fingers never shifting away from your buzzing clit. He’s also completely unfazed as your thighs clamp around his wrist, and instead his now free hand moves to grab at your knee that’s closest to him, and pull harshly to hold your legs spread.

The angle his body is now turned leaves him leaning on his side, and he shows no hesitation to using the new position to his advantage as he begins thrusting his hips to fuck your fist.

You feel as if there’s another force around you that forces you to stare at one another, your hands and hips becoming frantic as you both inch closer and closer to your finish.

The video had ended moments before, but neither of you move to choose another. Too distracted by the other bodies, both of your breaths pick up right before the point of hyperventilating.

You feel yourself right on the edge, the beginning of your orgasm making your toes curl and your back arch off the back of the chair. Just from the stimulation on your clit, you can feel yourself falling, but when he notices that you’re starting to crumble, his fingers slip down until they push into you making you gasp loudly.

With his middle and ring finger pistoning in you at the same pace as his hips and the heel of his hand digging and rubbing into your clit, you finally start to come. If it wasn’t for his determined pace, your fluttering walls would push him out, but he fights against your body with a deep grunt as he curls the digits to pull against the nerve inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

With your mouth hanging open, silent moans and squeaking whimpers popping from your throat, he’s sure he stares at a defiled angel. He knew he always found you attractive, even more attractive when you first took his raunchy jokes in stride, but as you come so beautifully around his fingers, he decides you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

Just watching your come is enough to push him over the edge, but as it makes your muscles tense, your hand flexes and shakes as you hold him. With a few more pulses of his hips, he’s coming with his lip tucked between his teeth and his eyes trained on where you wrap around his fingers, your noise of surprise at the feeling of his come shooting across your hand only making his orgasm stronger.

With shaking legs, he falls back into his chair, his hand pulling from your sensitive skin, and his softening length slipping from your fingers.

Silence falls over the room, the only sound being the angry sound of his computer's fan and your evening breaths. You pull your limbs into your body as you try to get more comfortable in the seat, and as you try to wrap your arms around yourself, you notice the evidence of his orgasm that sticks to the side of your hand.

You’re moving before you can even think about your actions or how weird they could be to the boy next to you, your hand lifting up to your face and you tongue peaking out to lick at the sticky substance. You jerk slightly at the taste, but in a thought of self challenge and a simple ‘fuck it,’ you slide the flat of your tongue up the side of your hand, collecting everything he left behind, before swallowing deeply.

You hear a muffled sound of surprise to your side, the sound making your head whip to the side as you remembered your possible audience. Your heart beats fast as you panic at the idea of him finding your action gross, but as you look you see him in a very similar position.

Yangyang grins around his fingers that were once drenched in your orgasm, but now sit licked clean in his teasing mouth. There’s a slight popping noise as he pulls them hesitantly from his lips, and his devious smile only grows before he speaks.

“Oh so we’re both like gross, gross huh?”

#nct smut #wayv smut #yangyang smut #nct imagine #wayv imagine

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Out of His Mind

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1669 words

Warnings: language?

Summary: Henry has a crush.

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It should have come as no surprise to anyone that you were the way you were.

After all, living with Patrick your whole life meant that you figured it out or he would have probably smothered you with a pillow by now. It was no secret that Patrick was standoffish and violent, everyone in all of Derry knew that.

What they didn’t know was that he, in no way, rivalled your hatred of the entirety of the human race.

The two of you were clearly related through that alone, though that was about as far as the similarity went.

Where Patrick was a textbook psychopath, deriving joy from any form of suffering, you didn’t seem to find it in anything. You were just angry all the time.

As best he could tell, you always had a disgusted grimace on your beautiful face, keeping to yourself whenever possible, unless you had some venom to spit in Henry’s direction.

...And for whatever reason, you had him all twisted up inside.

It didn’t make any sense, seeing as Henry had never felt that way about anyone but whenever he was around you, he felt ill, in the best way.

It was like a spell had been cast on him, and it made him even more dumb than before. The worst part of all though, was that you somehow remained absolutely blind to it.

That, or you didn’t care.

For the longest time, he was sure that you hated him and maybe you still did. In any case, nothing could keep his stomach from doing cartwheels whenever you were together.

Together being a term used lightly.

Really, you only ever spent time with the ‘Bowers gang’ when you absolutely had to but that was more than enough for Henry to be sure.

There was just something about you.

...And he was determined to figure out what it was.

Today, Patrick offered to have the guys come over after school, suggesting they fuck around at the quarry for a while before hitting the town. Your parents weren’t going to be home, after all, so they agreed.

Which meant that as soon as Henry and the others entered your house, you knew about it. No one else had a key to the side door of the garage.

“What are you losers doing here?” you groaned, rolling your eyes from where you were sitting on the couch, watching bored as Belch chucked something at Vic, narrowly missing his head.

It brought a small smile to your face, which you were quick to force back down. Perhaps if it had actually met its target, you would have laughed.

Luckily, Belch’s aim was about as good as his grade in chemistry. “We thought we’d come spend time with you. s’that okay?” Henry started, noticing the way your eyes lingered on his for only a moment before you looked away.

You didn’t even bother to answer him, though you didn’t have much of a chance anyway before Patrick swung around the corner and lobed a coke can at your head.

“We’re going to the quarry, you wanna come or is that stick lodged too far up your ass?” he cackled, not even seeming to care one bit that the can could have burst all over the place.

Though, to be fair, you cared about as much when you tossed it right back at him, hitting the wall just behind him.

“You’re a fucker, Pat!” you growled, that mischievous glint in your eyes making it hard to tell if you were really upset with him or not.

It wasn’t until you stood from where you’d been sitting that it registered to Henry that you could potentially be coming with them. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but for some reason, it made his palms sweat.

You hadn’t come with them to the quarry for quite some time, and the five of you weren’t kids anymore.

“Let’s go. I’ll leave all your asses here” you barked, having apparently decided you’d be going before heading out the door, not bothering to wait for any of them.

Without missing a beat, all four boys followed, leaving Henry to bring up the back, his hands feverishly wiping at his jeans.

He tried to convince himself that this wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, and that there was no reason he should be nervous, but that wasn’t doing him much good.

Really, the more he tried to stop thinking about you, the more his mind snapped right back to you, sitting in the backseat.

Henry was trying his best to be casual in his admiration, watching in the right side mirror as you fiddled mindlessly with the fraying knees of Vic’s jean but if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get caught.

Honestly, Belch had already taken note of the way Henry studied you but chose to keep it to himself.

Pointing out something like that would not only subject him to Henry’s anger, but also yours and Patricks and that wasn’t something he was willing to deal with right now.

So, he turned up the music on the radio and kept driving down the road until he pulled up to the private confines of the woods around the quarry.

“Did you bring a bathing suit Squirt, or what?” Patrick asked, much too late to have actually been of help to anyone, going so far as to use that terrible nickname.

If looks could kill, he would have been dead already.

“No, I’m not stripping down in front of your pervy friends dipshit” you huffed, shooting Belch a wink from where he was looking at you from the rearview.

It was all in good fun of course, but mostly, it was just payback for Patrick being Patrick.

“Yeah right, like any of these guys would wanna touch you with a ten foot pole” your brother jabbed, your full on sibling bickering filling the backseat in a matter of minutes.

Really, it was just a number of thinly veiled threats and insulting one another's mother even though she was the same woman. Neither of you cared for technicalities.

Patrick was a bitch and you only wanted to make sure he knew that about himself.

That was all that happened from the time Belch parked the trans am to the time when Patrick and the others were all diving off that cliff into the water below.

You chose to remain perched on a rock, letting what little sun you could tolerate to bathe your skin. It wasn’t until you heard a twig snap behind you that you perked up, taking notice to the fact that someone was clearly out here. As best you knew, the guys were still in the lake.

Still, you wouldn’t have put it past your shithead brother to try and toss you over the side while you were too relaxed to notice.

Though, when you actually turned around, it wasn’t Patrick standing where the sound had come from. It was Henry.

“What are you doing? Sneaking around like a creeper” you asked, rolling your eyes before leaning back down against the rocks. You would never admit it, but you were most comfortable around Henry.

He was a no shit kind of guy, which you could respect, but he wasn’t downright vile like your hellspawn sibling was. He was a good middle ground and you could respect that.

Not that you wanted him watching you from the woods in any case.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Henry started, watching you crack one eye open slightly to look at him, silently prompting him to continue.

You had never had patience for idle small talk. If he had something to say, he could do so without wasting precious seconds of your life.

“Without the other guys” he clarified, briefly waiting for you to point out that it was a given before punching him so hard in the bicep with those rings you wore that he’d have to leave.

...But that never came.

You just sat there, bathing in the sun like a cold blooded predator, waiting for him to get on with it.

Henry had to swallow thickly before speaking, taking in how peaceful and gentle you looked when you were relaxed. He assumed it was a Hockstetter thing, because Pat damn near slept like a baby.

The whole lot of you were sneaky bastards though, so he didn’t trust it for a second.

“You wanna see a movie sometime? Or get a burger? Just us” he asked, earning a snort from you immediately though you stopped laughing as soon as you saw him.

The sight you opened your eyes to was almost alarming.

Henry, shit-talking, knife slinging Henry Bowers, looked like a scared little puppy. You had never seen him anxious or worried before but even you didn’t have it in your heart to tease him.

He was being serious.

“Like a date?” you clarified, genuinely confused for a second. Why would Henry want to go out with you? By all accounts, you were personality deficient, and that was a badge of honor you wore proudly.

...But no one in their right mind would sign up for that willingly.

Maybe that was the whole point though, maybe that was what it was about Henry that you found so strangely endearing. He was out of his damn mind.

When he nodded, you made up your mind.

He was absolutely deranged, fully crazy, but you were just about the same. “Sure, I’ll let you buy me a milkshake some time” you shrugged, closing your eyes again as your way of shooing him away.

You both knew that if he didn’t get back to his friends, they’d come looking for him and whatever he had going on, that wasn’t a good look.

Not that he cared right now.

Henry got the date, and you didn’t even spit on him when he asked. By all accounts, that was a success in his mind.

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iammarriedtothemusic · 3 years

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Skin by Sabrina Carpenter Deserved Better

No, but the internet literally watered down Skin into this catty and petty response / diss track when it is anything but.

It’s literally a song about Sabrina’s feelings and a universal message of how she did let some of the hate she got for the past few years into her skin (because that’s just normal human response) but that you can actually cope with it- and the fact that people misinterpreted the message entirely and dubbed it as her dragging down a minor is so dumb.

I bet you if you listen to Skin outside the drama, it’s literally a good song.

Because it is.

I had a friend who had no idea of the drama whatsoever and when I let him listen to the song, he interpreted it as a song about dealing with hate.

This is also evident in reaction videos where the reactors have no idea of the drama- they interpret it as a song about dealing with hate.

Because it’s a song dealing with hate.

You guys say it was a by-and-by response to Olivia’s driver’s license and/or Olivia herself and that’s just stupid because majority of Skin was written in 2020, before dl was even released.

Sabrina did add a few things to the song addressing the hate she got from dl, but nothing against dl or Olivia.

Like you can point out the “blonde is the only rhyme” but even with that, it could be directed to people sending her hate because they assumed the blonde in dl was her.

Because blonde was literally just a rhyme in dl but some people took it way too seriously and immediately sent death threats to Sabrina for it.

That’s not fucking okay.

The most controversial take is the chorus- like everyone keeps saying Sabrina was being immature by rubbing it in O’s face but no?

Before this entire drama, Sabrina was dating this guy:

No one likes this guy.

Everyone hates this guy. As they should.

But at the time Sabrina was dating him, she also got a traction of hate.

It’s much more sane to assume that the chorus was about Griffin than Sab’s message to O about Joshua, especially considering that again, most of Skin was written in freaking 2020.

Also, yes, maybe you could argue that some lines were written about Olivia- like the bridge- but the bridge is literally nice?

I just hope that one day/ we both can laugh about it/ when it’s not in our face/ don’t have to dance around it / don’t drive yourself insane / it won’t always be this way

Although I never really took it as a message for Olivia because if anything, it would make more sense to assume that it was Sabrina’s message for herself.

Because she did admit that the hate she got had gotten under her skin.

Girl was struggling with her mental health for the past year and so.

Skin is just a really nice song- as someone who was a victim of cyberbullying/bullying/hate crime it really resonated to me.

Everyone who keeps saying this was a new low for Sabrina or that they’re a carpenter but skin is her worst song is not a fan at all?

Skin is not a bad song.

The fact that everyone squeezed it into the drama narrative and tried to see it as a response to dl when it literally is so much more than that is so stupid.

Also, another reason why Skin is not a diss track or a shade to anyone- have you even listened to Sabrina Carpenter?

Because Sabrina literally makes the shadiest songs like ever-

If she intended Skin to be one, she would’ve definitely used a more upbeat track and melody and went with a genre other than a synth-pop ballad.

Sue Me was shady. Take You Back was shady.

Hell, Looking at Me is a song about self-confidence but it’s a lot more shadier than Skin will ever be.

Because Skin is not a shade. It is not a diss track, a response, or whatever narrative you want to push through.

(Plus, when Sabrina shades in her songs, she goes all the way. For example, in Sue Me, the bridge was “I guess I’m hard to ignore/ Pick up your jaw off the floor”, that bridge in skin wouldn’t have existed if it was a diss track.)

If you listen to Skin with the drama in mind, then I can see why you would hate it. But try to listen to it without thinking it’s a bitchy response and I doubt you’ll think about it.

At least, you’ll see it as radio-friendly pop song, not your type (which is fine)- but you can def vibe with.

Skin is an amazing song but the fact that most of the internet has pushed a song about a young girl coping with the hate she got as the trigger to slutshame her, send her death threats- literally invalidating the point of the song-

That’s just very fucked up.

Stream Skin-

Stan Sabrina Carpenter for clear SKIN

#sabrina carpenter #skin #skin by sabrina carpenter #sabrina #driver license #dl drama #stop hating sabrina over one line #the song was valid #there was nothing wrong with it #i snapped #i said what i said #mttmhomies

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killianmesmalls · 3 years

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On your comments about Jack: ye-es, in the sense that Jack is a character who definitely deserved better than he was treated by the characters. The way Dean especially treats him reflects very badly on Dean, no question. But, speaking as a viewer, I think the perspective needs to shift a little bit.

To me, Jack is Dawn from Buffy, or Scrappy Doo. He’s an (in my opinion) irritating kid who is introduced out of nowhere to be both super vulnerable and super OP, and the jeopardy is centered around him in a way that has nothing to do with his actual character or relationships. He’s mostly around to be cute and to solve or create problems — he never has any firm character arcs or goals of his own, nor any deeper purpose in the meta narrative. In this way, he’s a miss for SPN, which focuses heavily on conflicts as metaphors for real life.

Mary fits so much better in that framework, and introducing her as a developed, flawed person works really well with the narrative. It is easy for us to care about Mary, both as the dead perfect mother on the pedestal and as the flawed, human woman who could not live up to her sons’ expectations. That connection is built into the core of SPN, and was developed over years, even before she was a character. When she was added, she was given depth and nuance organically, and treated as a flawed, complex character rather than as a plot device or a contrivance. She was given a voice and independence, and became a powerful metaphor for developing new understandings of our parents in adulthood, as well as an interesting and well-rounded character. You care that she’s dead, not just because Sam and Dean are sad, but for the loss of her development and the potential she offered. So, in that sense, I think a lot of people were frustrated that she died essentially fridged for a second time, and especially in service of the arc of a weaker character.

And like, you’re right, no one can figure out if Jack is a toddler or a teenager. He’s both and he’s neither, because he’s never anything consistently and his character arc is always “whatever the plot needs it to be.” Every episode is different. Is he Dean’s sunny opportunity to be a parent and make up for his dad’s shitty parenting? Yes! Is he also Dean’s worst failure and a reminder that he has done many horrible things, including to “innocent” children? Yes! Is he Cas’s child? Yes! Is he Dean’s child? Yes! But also, no! Is he Sam’s child? Yes! Is he a lonely teenager who does terrible things? Yes! Is he a totally innocent little lamb who doesn’t get why what he is doing is wrong? Yes! Is he the most powerful being in the universe? Yes! Does he need everyone to take care of him? Yes! Is he just along for the ride? Yes! Is he responsible for his actions? Kinda??? Sometimes??? What is he???

Mary as a character is narratively cohesive and fleshed-out. Jack is a mishmash of confusing whatever’s that all add up to a frustrating plot device with no consistent traits to latch on to. Everything that fans like about him (cute outfits, gender play, well-developed parental bonds with the characters) is fanon. So, yes, the narrative prioritizes Mary. Many fans prioritize Mary, at least enough that Dean’s most heinous acts barely register. To the narrative (not to Cas, which is a totally different situation), Jack is only barely more of a character than Emma Winchester, who Sam killed without uproar seasons earlier. He’s been around longer, but he’s equally not really real.

I debated on responding to this because, to tell the truth, I think we fundamentally disagree on a number of subjects and, as they say, true insanity is arguing with anyone on the internet. However, you spent a lot of time on the above and I feel it's only fair to say my thoughts, even if I don't believe it will sway you any more than what you said changed my opinions.

I'm assuming this was in response to this post regarding how Jack's accidental killing of Mary was treated so severely by the brothers, particularly Dean, because it was Mary and, had it been a random character like the security guard in 13x06, it would have been treated far differently. However, then the argument becomes less about the reaction of the Winchester brothers to this incident and more the value of Jack or Mary to the audience.

I believe we need to first admit that both characters are inherently archetypes—Mary as the Madonna character initially then, later, as a metaphor for how imperfect and truly human our parents are compared to the idol we have as children, and Jack as the overpowered child who is a Jesus allegory by the end. Both have a function within the story to serve the Winchester brothers, through whose lens and with whose biases we are meant to view the show's events. We also need to admit that the writers didn't think more than a season ahead for either character, especially since it wasn't initially supposed to be Mary that came back at the end of season 11 but John, and they only wrote enough for Jack in season 13 to gauge whether or not the audience would want him to continue on or if he needed to be killed off by the end of the season. Now, I know we curate our own experiences online which leads to us being in our own fandom echo chambers, however it is important to note that the character was immediately successful enough with the general audience that, after his first episode or two, he was basically guaranteed a longer future on the show.

I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure why the perspective of how his character is processed by some audience members versus others has any bearing on the argument that he deserved to be treated better overall by the other characters especially when taking their own previous actions in mind. I’m not going to tell you that your opinion is wrong regarding your feelings for Jack. It’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, it harms no one to have it and express it. My feelings on Jack are clearly very different from your own, but this is really just two different people who processed a fictional person in different ways. I personally believe he has a purpose in the Winchesters’ story, including Castiel’s, as he reflects certain aspects of all of them, gives them a way to explore their own histories through a different perspective, and changes the overall dynamic of Team Free Will from “soldiers in arms” to a family (Misha’s words). In the beginning he allows Sam to work through his past as the “freak” and powerful, dangerous boy wonder destined to bring hell on earth. With Dean, his presence lets Dean work through his issues with John and asks whether he will let history repeat itself or if he’ll work to break the cycle. Regarding Cas, in my opinion he helps the angel reach his “final form” of a father, member of a family, lover and protector of humanity, rebellious son, and the true show of free will.

From strictly the story, he has several arcs that work within themes explored in Supernatural, such as the argument of nature versus nurture, the question of what we’re willing to give up in order to protect something or someone else and how ends justify the means, and the struggle between feeling helpless and powerless versus the corruptive nature of having too much power and the dangerous lack of a moral compass. His goals are mentioned and on display throughout his stint on the show, ones that are truly relatable to some viewers: the strong desire to belong—the need for family and what you’ll do to find and keep it.

With Mary, we first need to establish whether the two versions of her were a writing flaw due to the constant change in who was dictating her story and her relationship to the boys, which goes against the idea that her characterization was cohesive and fleshed-out but, rather, put together when needed for convenience, or if they both exist because, as stated above, we are seeing the show primarily through the biased lens of the Winchester brothers and come to face facts about the true Mary as they do. Like I said in my previous post, I don’t dislike Mary and I don’t blame her for her death (either one). However, I do have a hard time seeing her as a more nuanced, fleshed-out character than Jack. True, a lot of her problems are more adult in nature considering she has to struggle with losing her sons’ formative years and meeting them as whole adults she knows almost nothing about, all because of a choice she made before they were born.

However, her personal struggles being more “mature” in nature (as they center primarily on parental battles) doesn’t necessarily mean her story has layers and Jack’s does not. They are entirely different but sometimes interconnected in a way that adds to both of their arcs, like Mary taking Jack on as an adoptive son which gives her the moments of parenting she lost with Sam and Dean, and Jack having Mary as a parental figure who understands and supports him gives him that sense of belonging he had just been struggling with to the point of running away while he is also given the chance to show “even monsters can do good”.

I’d also argue that Jack being many ages at once isn’t poor writing so much as a metaphor for how, even if you’re forced to grow up fast, that doesn’t mean you’re a fully equipped adult. I don’t want to speak for anyone else, but I believe Jack simultaneously taking a lot of responsibility and constantly trying to prove to others he’s useful while having childish moments is relatable to some who were forced to play an adult role at a young age. He proves a number of times that he doesn’t need everyone to take care of him, but he also has limited life experience and, as such, will make some mistakes while he’s also being a valuable member of the group. Jack constantly exists on a fine line in multiple respects. Some may see that as a writing flaw but it is who the character was conceived to be: the balance between nature or nurture, between good and evil, between savior and devil.

Now, I was also frustrated Mary was “fridged” for a second time. It really provided no other purpose than to give the brothers more man pain to further the plot along. However, this can exist while also acknowledging that the way it happened and the subsequent fallout for Jack was also unnecessary and a sign of blatant hypocrisy from Dean, primarily, and Sam.

And, yes, Jack can be different things at once because, I mean, can’t we all? If Mary can be both the perfect mother and the flawed, independent, distant parent, can’t Jack be the sweet kid who helps his father-figures process their own feelings on fatherhood while also being a lost young-adult forcing them to face their failures? Both characters contain multitudes because, I mean, we all do.

I can provide articles or posts on Jack’s characterization and popularity along with Mary’s if needed, but for now I think this is a long enough ramble on my thoughts and feelings. I’m happy to discuss more, my messenger is always open for (polite) discussion. Until then, I’m going to leave it at we maybe agree to disagree.

#long post #long ask #so long answer #guys it's 1 am #i hope this made sense #watch me read this after sleep and register things i wish i said #oh well #jack kline #mary winchester #spn #supernatural #spn critical #supernatural critical #kinda?#eh just in case #spn meta #supernatural meta #jack meta

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A ridiculously needed defense of Mia Winters

(and I say ridiculously because I don't particularly care for her as a character. But I care for Ethan, and I care that he went through so much shit to save her and never gave up or even thought to, so by extension Mia needs to make sense to me so I need to have a clear image of her in my mind to justify Ethan's ridiculously brave actions in re7, and his devotion to her in re8. But also because my experience watching the show Once Upon a Time and engaging with its fandom has taught me to not hate on characters when they're not fully fleshed out and their bad actions are not adequately explained, especially when said characters are women written by men. And considering that Ethan himself is not fully fleshed out in re7 either, it's no wonder Mia's character is suffering)

So. I'm not here to tell people they're wrong to hate or even just dislike or distrust Mia. That's not my point. But if you do continue to read after the title, you're checking in on your own accord. And my main gripe with people hating on Mia is that they seem to dislike her character when the game itself didn't give much of a good basis on her character in the first place. So yeah, being a woman myself and having seen how fandoms work, I do tend to get a little pissed when people (no matter their gender) are so ready to hate on female characters for no good reason.

Now, I'm not saying Mia is a saint, far from it. RE7 makes clear she holds a lot of the responsibility for what happened, and she even accepts that. But she's also been given redeeming qualities, if you're willing to look for them.

The first glimpse we get of Mia is of her sending a happy message to Ethan, then immediately after we see her admit her wrong and warn him to stay away from her. There's a reason we even get the second video, and that's called setting. The writers wanted Mia to be shown as protective over Ethan while also accepting responsibility from the very first moment - and it's something that repeats itself when we do find her. She apparently has no idea she asked Ethan to come, she self-harms in an effort to stop hurting him, and even through Eveline's control she manages to tell him to leave her.

(like idk why people take lightly the fact that she fucking banged her head on a wall, giving herself a concussion, all in an effort to protect Ethan from what she knew she had turned into but leave it to a fandom to underplay self-harm I guess)

But that's only from the beginning, and from the confused POV of Ethan and a first time player. In Mia's flashback, we see that she'd been given orders that should Eveline get out of control, she had to be eliminated. Now, Eveline had grown fond of Mia, and she was super powerful herself. Taking a powerful being on your side and using them to be on top? That's a super villain origin story if I ever heard one. But Mia doesn't even consider it, from the first moment that civilians are getting in danger, she's ready to eliminate Eveline.

And that's when the first holes start appearing. For what kinds of wars did Mia know that Eveline was made for? How long had she been working with The Connections? Was it before or after marrying Ethan? How did they approach her? How did they know she'd be okay with making a bioweapon to assist in wars? And as herself, how deep was she willing to go in terms of human experimentation?

That's all stuff we have no way of knowing, and frankly any answer, from one extreme to the other, can be assumed. For all we know The Connections approached her, and before she had even realized she was assisting them in creating Eveline. So in general I feel it's kinda unbased to jump on the Mia Hating Train so easily when there's so much missing from the whole story.

Though again, I’m not here to tell people what to like and what not to like. It’s just that I feel there’s a bit too much focus on how Mia is such a horrible person and the true villain of the story and like, it’s getting super tiring, entering fandoms and seeing people being so fucking pissed at some characters. Like, ok. You can’t like everything. But it feels like some people are trying to make that everyone else’s problem.

And the victim blaming is not helping, either. People say all of what happened in re8 is Mia’s fault because she didn’t tell Ethan the truth about what he is, and like. Are we fucking serious. Like I see people call Chris dumb for not explaining the story to Ethan from the beginning, and how it could’ve made things much more simpler if he had, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone call him the villain of the story (if anything because without him being cryptic we wouldn’t have had the story in the first place). He had his reasons to be cryptic, and if you pause your hate train for a moment, you’ll realize Mia had her reasons as well. We don’t know how long she knew that Ethan was all mold - she wasn’t even conscious during the moment Jack killed Ethan in the first place to see how serious the injury was. For all we knew she only noticed while being pregnant with Rose, or after she was born - so we can’t really blame her for not speaking up. If anything, considering she did realize it and still she stayed with him and knew he and his feelings mattered (”We matter, Ethan! You matter!”) is a big thing. She also seemed to want to tell him, but like, how do you even begin such a discussion? Ethan also saw that she was troubled; you can’t convince me that they were like this, with Ethan knowing she was holding something from him, and Mia knowing and knowingly having a child with him who would definitely be infected by Mold, for three fucking years.

Like at some point you start going like “They can’t have shown us such a fucking toxic relationship and expected us to feel sad for Mia at the end.” But like, people do believe that yes they intended them to be so toxic and Mia to be such a horrible person and for us to just shrug at it, so of course they would blame everything on Mia and not like, idk, Miranda, who was actually the one actively harming the entire Winters family. Or that Rose getting kidnapped was because Mia had been working with The Connections, and that’s how Miranda found out about her, and I’m like, y’all can’t separate butterfly effect from actual blame, can you? Ethan and Mia decided to have a kid two whole years after the Baker incident - when they felt they were safe, on the clear from whatever could be chasing them. They were on witness protection, the newspaper Ethan looks at in the beginning says that Ethan and Mia’s whereabouts are unknown; they were understandably feeling safe to move on with their lives, until someone from The Connections found where Mia was, and through them Miranda was able to learn about Rose. That’s an entirely different concept from Mia being careless or carrying the entire blame for Rose getting kidnapped or Ethan being self-sacrificingly determined to save her. But of course, let’s hate on Mia and then seriously ship Ethan with the villains because they have redeeming qualities and Mia doesn’t ig

I don’t know. Maybe I’m a bit too jumpy of people hating on female characters. But on the other hand, it says a lot that I don’t really care much for Mia or her character, so it’s not like I feel defensive because my fave is receiving hate. If anything, Ethan is my fave, he gets much more uncalled-for hate and I just shrug that off because who gives a fuck about them haters right. But with Ethan... I feel that the hate he receives is mostly because he subverted expectations; he’s not your average trained badass who knows what he’s doing and remains calm through anxious situations, he’s the exact opposite, and people hate on him for not being the former like... you’re missing the entire point of Ethan purposefully being clueless, panicking, saying cringy-ass quips, and honestly, your fucking loss lmao. With Mia, it feels like people choose to see the worst in her when there aren’t too many things to see. And knowing stuff about the world of gaming, it’s fucking telling. In the world of fandom, that’s just fucking annoying. I hate stuff too. But after a certain point you learn to not make your biases everybody else’s problem. Or at least you should. What would I know, being here hoping fandoms could be calmer places.

#Mia Winters #I don't even wanna tag this with other main tags #cause I'm pretty terrified of the fandom #like #hating on stuff doesn't make you look SmartTM and an IntellectualTM #it just makes you look edgy bitter and unwelcoming

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AVENGERS M A S T E R L I S T

**SERIES**

Falling Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Collaboration with @wxstedhexrt // poetry focused fics! // TW: anxious thoughts, disassociation experiences and others so please read the warnings in each part! Based on poems written by the incredible Destiny of @wxstedhexrt! Bucky Barnes is falling in so many different kinds of ways - he’s falling in and out of his brain, in and out of reality, in and out of nightmares... and falling in love? Maybe this is the one he doesn’t want to fall out of.

Mr. Steve ( part 1 // part 2 ) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter.

can’t take my mind off of you, Mr. Steve Rogers ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers and (Y/N) used to date. Emphasis on the used to. But when an important date from their relationship comes up, it stirs up some emotions too. As if to add to the fire, (Y/N) bumps into an old friend who suggests that maybe Steve’s feelings towards (Y/N) aren’t quite gone. And even though it’s hard to admit, especially because she has a new boyfriend, maybe (Y/N)’s feelings aren’t gone either.

Must’ve Been the Wind ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Song Inspo: Must’ve Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin // requested TW: mentions of abusive relationship that (Y/N) is involved in, not too graphic in my opinion but please be wary reading if it may trigger something for you. The girl in the apartment above Bucky’s seems to be in some sort of distress, though she insists that Bucky’s just hearing things. The two bond quickly and soon enough, Bucky wants to rescue her from a situation that she insists isn’t there. Is he just hearing the wind? Or is it a cry for help?

Unlovable ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader There’s one other person besides Steve that makes Bucky feel comfortable in the era he’s not supposed to be in. She makes him feel safe, never pushes him to do anything, and that smile always makes his stomach flip. But a situation without clear communication leaves both Bucky and (Y/N) unsure of if the other feels the same about them.

**Domestic/Homely!Steve Collection ( Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader ) :

Home After months without hearing from his wife and daughter, Steve just wants to be home. He doesn’t care if he could be hurt from his fights, he just wants to see his little girl and the woman he loves. (The beginning of my Homely!Steve Collection!)

Grocery Shopping Steve wants to help out any way he can at home since he’s gone so often. But grocery shopping without a list can be a little stressful, especially with a little mischievous girl.

A Kid’s Imagination When (Y/N) goes to pick up Sarah from school, she’s met with an odd response from the teacher about an announcement Sarah made to her classmates. Rather than talk to Steve about it, she decides to have a little fun with it.

Santa Claus Steve’s back from a long mission and all he wants to do is be with his wife and little girl. Thankfully, they’re not too far from home… and Steve has the perfect Christmas plan to surprise them.

kidnapped.... or pretzels? Steve wakes up in the dead of night to find an empty bed beside him. His mind immediately goes to the worst case scenario as to what could’ve happened to the love of his life, (Y/N).

Dance Recitals If there's one thing that Steve Rogers loves, it's watching his little girl learn how to dance. So he goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't miss too many of her practices. Now, he has to find out how to not miss her first dance recital...

** Stay tuned for more! Send in a request if you think of some cute Dad!Steve Rogers prompts!!**

**ONE SHOTS**

Dinner and a Show Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // prompt: “This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea and you ignore me, isn’t it?” The one where Steve impulsively insists on proving that Y/N’s date for the evening is trash instead of figuring out his feelings for her, meanwhile, Bucky learns that food is way overpriced lol

accidentally ruining relationships Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Y/N spends the evening desperately looking for answers about her love life with her close friend, Bucky. Maybe the reason her relationships aren’t working out is because her heart belongs to another.

A French Kiss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Alternative Universe Fic // based on a tweet Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby.

Makeshift Thanksgiving Dinner+ Steve Rogers x Fem!EastAsian!Reader Steve Rogers is beyond nervous to finally be meeting his girlfriend's parents. Especially when it's a meeting for Thanksgiving dinner... though (Y/N) neglects to mention until they're almost there that her east asian family doesn't usually have a typical 'American' Thanksgiving dinner... (Super fluffy I promise :))

Take a Hint Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good... until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero.

boardroom fantasies NSFW, 18+ only, S M U T // Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a prompt challenge // prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with.

Holiday Kiss Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Christmas fic Bucky is a little tired of Christmas traditions for the day but with (Y/N) around, there’s just one more tradition he’d like to give a try.

Anxiety Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // TW: lots of anxious thoughts based on my own so be careful if this is a trigger for you! Today’s the day Steve comes back from a mission and (Y/N) is beyond excited to see him. But when you have a little Anxiety monster whispering believable nonsense in your ear, it’s hard to get out of your head.

5 ways Steve Rogers says I Love You (and 1 way he doesn’t) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // sad ending so if you don’t wanna be sad, don’t read the last bit lol Steve Rogers loves you and here’s just a collection of ways he shows it. But not everything has a happy ending.

Healthy Competition Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader // SURPRISE PAIRING // requested It’s not every day that the boys are all infatuated with the same human being. So when they realize they’re all falling head over heels for one girl, Steve insists some ground rules need to be laid out. Little do they know, there’s one person already that (Y/N) is swooning over.

home is a person Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Post inspo: “Someone asked me to describe home and I started talking about your hair colour and the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips and how your skin feels like. Until I realized they had expected to hear a place.” When asked what home was like in a conversation about their past lives, Bucky Barnes immediately thinks of something other than his 1940s home. He thinks of her.

The Waitress Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along.

Fate’s Ribbon Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Fate ties a ribbon to every baby that’s born. It’s black to everyone else but your soulmate, who sees it as bright red. Bucky Barnes doesn’t want a soulmate, especially after becoming a completely different person than he was in the 40s. But you can’t run away from what Fate has planned for you.

Happy Moments Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // prompt list // requested Prompts: a perfectly brewed cup of tea and dust floating in golden sunlight Steve Rogers has a few happy moments stored in his brain for when times got tough. He thinks about each of them and how they’re each a part of him. But in this moment, this place, he was happiest.

Probability Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers is an insecure little bum sometimes. But he’s 75% sure that the girl of his dreams shares his affections… okay 70%…. maybe less….

Fate’s Sense of Humour Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Everyone is born with a soulmark, generally a signature or some sort of mark to define who this person was. And when you meet your soulmate, your mark gets darker and darker. Everyone is born with this. Except Steve Rogers. He had practically given up on finding someone to be with without a soulmark, until he wakes up from the ice to find a faded grey signature on his arm.

Jealous (Strong) Steve Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.

Studying Anatomy Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve loves his girlfriend very much, so when she practically begs for him to help her study for her anatomy test, how can he say no?

Young But Sure Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Sometimes people have different wants for their future. Sometimes their future includes a pet, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes people want to live in the country, and some just want to live in the middle of the city. Steve Rogers wants kids… and he assumed that his girlfriend did too.

Nosebleeds Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader A Stark Industries tradition was that every year, interns, agents, admins, and all the Avengers were asked to join in on a volleyball tournament. And every year (Y/N)’s team wins. She expected to have some fierce competition from the Captain’s team… she expected wrong.

Coming Home Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader No matter how long he was gone, (Y/N) always slept on the couch when Steve was away on missions so she could be the first thing he saw when he came back. Steve is happy to be home with the girl he loves.

Kiss (* Endgame Spoilers *) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader He just looked so hot, the fire in his eyes, ready to fight. (Y/N) just can’t help herself, she just needs a kiss before they go off to their potential deaths.

Blue Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve.

Pizza and the Medical Student Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // College Roommates AU // requested (Y/N) just wants to study for her final. Steve wants to keep her happy. Bucky wants them to just admit their goddamn feelings for each other already.

**Super Cringy-ish Older Fics I Wrote that I Don’t Have Good Summaries For**

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Coming Clean || Eddie & Bex

TIMING: Wednesday, June 23rd

PARTIES: @inbextween & @specterchasing

LOCATION: Eddie’s Apartment

SUMMARY: Eddie finally has a chance to tell Bex the truth.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Internalized homophobia tw

Two days ago, Bex’s heart stopped beating, and today Eddie planned to break up with her. He would understand if she ended hating him, he kind of did too. Not for being gay, but for involving her in his repression-fueled fantasy. Building a relationship where denial served as a linchpin would have been a lousy decision no matter what. Doing so with Bex, an incontestably wonderful girl with too much already on her plate, placed him on the leaderboard for the world’s biggest scumbags. The more he thought about it, the more Morgan’s worst-case scenario sounded like a pipedream.

As per usual, he picked her up at the docks not far from where they shared their first kiss. Eddie tried not to think about that night at the karaoke bar as she settled into the passenger seat, but failed immediately. If divine punishment existed, it was probably reserved for guys who dumped girls that liked them enough to kiss them in front of an audience. He wondered how the people who cheered them on would feel if they could see them now. Shockingly, the imaginary crowd didn’t help calm his nerves.

“Hey,” Eddie squeaked as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly it turned his knuckles white. “Good to see you.” He put the car in drive and navigated them towards the road. The song playing from the car’s speakers faded into silence before the next one kicked off. Eddie didn’t recognize it until the vocals chimed in.

Now I’ve had—

Eddie hit the radio’s power button and plunged them into awkward silence, now certain he’d been onto something with his theory about divine punishment.

She could do this. Bex took in a deep breath as she waited on the bench by the ferry, where she always waited for Eddie. It gave her the perfect view of the road, as far down as the sharp turn left that took you away from Amity and towards Downtown, as well as of the ocean, reaching out beyond the horizon. Ever since she’d found out about Mina, every body of water reminded her of her. It was just another of many things that did. And then the guilt would start. Especially because today she was meeting with Eddie.

She didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but it was something big and probably serious. And so she’d put on her best “I'm Fine!” face and made sure her smile reached just enough of her eyes when she saw Eddie’s car pulling around the corner. She couldn’t let the nothingness consume her, she knew that, but forcing it felt wrong and raw. She could fake it, though. She was really good at faking being okay. She’d done it for twenty years and sometimes she forgot she might not need to do it for another twenty.

The car pulled up and she waved at him, like she always did, before straining to lift herself from the bench. Her heart pumped loud in her chest and she put a hand over it to calm it down. “Hey,” she said gently, smiling, “thanks for picking me up, like always. I-- feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” Was she supposed to hug him? Kiss him hello? She didn’t know and it felt wrong, when she’d just kissed Mina a few days ago. She slid into the front seat. “Are you doing-- okay? With-with everything?”

All in all, Bex seemed like she always did. Eddie couldn’t fathom walking away from what she’d been through without losing himself altogether, but it would have been a mistake to underestimate her resilience. He appreciated that she didn’t greet him with affection. It would’ve only made what he needed to do more difficult.

“Uhm, well,” Eddie stalled after her question. ‘Okay’ wasn’t how he would describe his current state, but he preferred to avoid introspection. Other people had it worse, Bex included. He didn’t need to pile his problems on top of hers. “Yeah, all things considered.” His anxiety slowly began to ebb as they picked up where they left off. Even now, Bex managed to have a soothing effect on him.

“How about you?” Eddie glanced over at her as he drove. He needed to make sure she was stable enough to cope with a break-up. Otherwise, he’d need to suck up his reservations about playing the role of her boyfriend a little longer. “I mean, we don’t have to go into it if you don’t want to, but I won’t lie and say I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m--” Bex started, but she didn’t know how she was. “--dealing.” It was the closest she’d get to the truth, for now. She didn’t want to lie to Eddie, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, not yet. Her pain was just hurting other people, and she needed to not be that for him. She owed it to him. If she was just using him for safety, she owed that to him. She hoped one day, he’d forgive her. She gave a brief smile. “It’s a lot, but I’ll be okay. I have Morgan and Mi--” she paused, “--my other friends.” She licked her lips. “I have people.”

The car ride wasn’t exactly a long one, they’d made it so many times. From the ferry to Eddie’s place, but it felt like ages. “I know you’re worried, and I-- I won’t tell you not to be, because I know that’s hard right now. But don’t-- don’t think you have to focus on me. I don’t know how well you knew-- everyone. Everything.”

Eddie hoped he counted as one of the people Bex felt she could rely on, but recent evidence suggested otherwise. When it came to sharing her feelings or even being open about how she spent her time, he clearly didn’t register as someone she was comfortable confiding in. It stung, but Eddie harbored secrets too. It would be hypocritical to expect Bex to lay out the truth for him when he couldn’t offer her the same candor.

“I only met Adam once,” Eddie said quietly. He knew Bex’s comment referred to more than the recently dead hunter, but it was hard not to think about him specifically. “He saved my life.” Nervousness gave way to a sinking feeling in his chest.

“I’m worried about everyone right now, but especially you and Nell. I guess that’s the price of caring, I don’t really have a say in the matter.”

Eddie pulled into his apartment building’s parking lot and came to a stop in his usual parking space. “I know you hate it when I do this,” he said, looking at Bex. “But I’m gonna open the door for you.” With that out of the way, he exited the car and circled around to the passenger side to make good on his word.

“The elevator’s been out of order since its brief stint as a portal to hell, so we’ll have to take the stairs,” Eddie informed Bex as he held out his hand for her. “You think you can manage that, or is it human-crutch time?”

Bex didn’t get why everyone kept saying that. They were worried about Nell and her, but Bex wasn’t the one who had lost someone. Bex wasn’t the one who had been trapped in a hell dimension for over two weeks. Bex wasn’t the one who had died. She didn’t say anything, just shook her head and smiled sadly. “I’m so worried about Nell,” she admitted quietly, “but I don’t know how to help her. So I’m just-- focusing on what I can do, and who I can help.” They pulled up to his building and he parked and she reached for the handle, when suddenly he was announcing he’d get the door.

She didn’t have the heart to argue and just nodded. “Right, okay. Just this once, though,” she agreed, watching him walk around and open it. She pulled herself out, standing up. Her body didn’t hurt as much as ache, now that the healer had done his work and made things less-- painful. Maybe that wasn’t quite the word, but it was close enough. “I can walk! Honestly. No leg injuries this time.” Just heart palpitations and a burn that rose up every time she moved too much. It still felt like asking him too much. “Lead the way.”

Eddie refrained from offering his opinions on Nell’s situation. The only help she could be given was confidence in her safety net. Friends and family being there for her would ease the pain, but nothing would rid her of it completely. Adam’s death and the grief it brought her would be something she carried for the rest of her life. Over time, she might learn how to have good days again, but reminders would wait around every corner. Grief, after it introduces itself, never leaves for long.

The two of them traversed the stairs in silence while Eddie’s anxiety returned in full-swing. After three flights, he opened a door that led to a long hallway of apartments. His eyes lingered on Alfie’s as he led Bex to his own. He made sure Silas knew not to be around for today. An imaginary audience was bad enough.

Bucket rushed to greet them at the front door. As per usual, he showed how bad of a guard-dog he would be by not barking. Eddie picked up the Pomeranian currently shaking with noiseless excitement and kicked the door shut with his heel.

“So,” he ventured. His mouth felt uncomfortably dry. “You thirsty, or anything?” He hoped she was. Eddie would take any excuse he could get to prolong the inevitable.

Bex followed him up the stairs and slunk behind just enough to let her expression fall for a moment. Keeping up her facade felt harder now, for some reason, when she couldn’t quite access the feelings inside of her. She just wanted to not think about any of that stuff, she wanted to think about other stuff. Better stuff, happy stuff. She perked back up as soon as they were at the door, inside, and she gave a gentle smile. “I, uh-- no, not really,” she answered, shaking her head. She really just wanted to get this over with, whatever it was. She didn’t know, how could she possibly know? She’d been bad to him lately, and she felt increasingly more guilty about it, the longer they stood there.

“So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked, moving further into the apartment. She’d found comfort here in a lot of ways, but something felt as if it were sitting in the room with them, and she assumed it was whatever Eddie wanted to talk to her about. “It seemed pretty urgent.”

Eddie’s hope collapsed when Bex tackled the elephant in the room. “Right, that,” he said with a sigh. He lowered Bucket to the floor and attempted to steel himself. Whatever it was that he said to Morgan when the two of them acted out this very scenario was now completely inaccessible to him now. Eddie’s heart pounded loudly in his ears while he tried to piece together a new script.

“Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I really do care about you and… that I’m sorry,” Eddie began, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. Words weren’t coming to him easily. Every thought in his head sounded disjointed and scared. He decided to approach the situation as if he were ripping off a band-aid. “I’m gay, Bex.” Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “I knew that when we got together, but I didn’t want it to be true and I thought dating you would, I dunno, fix me, I guess.” His lips pursed. “I’m sorry,” he said for the second time.

Bucket plodded over to Bex and she bent down to pet the excitable dog, looking up at Eddie. He looked nervous. And he was looking at her strangely, and then he was apologizing. Oh, was he breaking up with her? She shouldn’t have been relieved. He provided something for her that she needed-- normalcy. Protection. But that was selfish. That was so selfish to think. She pulled her hand away and stood up, tilting her head. He wasn’t looking at her anymore, he had more to say, and then-- “Oh.” Oh. Eddie was...gay. That-- made sense. It made sense. It really did. How hadn’t she seen it? How hadn’t she known? Probably because she still had a blindfold down over her own eyes, buried herself deep in that closet. It was safe back there.

“You’re-- oh.” No, no, she needed to say something else. Not just Oh. She needed to say something else. “That’s-- wow. You’re--” Me, too. She wanted to say, but the words made her heart seize. Was this how Eddie had felt? Bex was a coward. “I-- I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But I-- I’m happy for you. Really! I am. I’m glad you could figure that out, I’m just sorry I--” she wasn’t sure what she was sorry about, she just knew she was sorry. “Didn’t realize. It’s...it’s okay. That you knew, before.” He wanted to be reassured, right? She shook her head and walked towards him, holding out her hand. “Hey,” she called to him, “I’m not mad. This-- this was really brave of you. Really. I’m glad you told me. I don’t want to make you live a life you’re not happy with.”

Bex’s initial reaction caused Eddie’s heart to stall in his chest, but the words that followed replaced terror with confusion. His gaze slowly found hers. An apology was the last thing he expected to hear her say. Instead of hating him, she almost sounded relieved. With all she’d been through, he guessed that made sense. Their relationship never seemed to offer her much comfort, so its ending only meant one less thing to worry about.

When she offered her hand, Eddie gladly took it. “You’re… sure it’s okay?” He didn’t know why he asked that, her answer didn’t have the power to change anything. “Thank you, Bex.” Eddie gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Really, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me, but… especially this.” A tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Does this mean we’re still friends?”

Bex gave a small laugh, a genuine laugh, the first time in days, but she laughed and it felt good. “Yes, Eddie, I’m sure,” she shrugged, “not sure my answer would be able to change how you feel, how you are, anyway. And I wouldn’t want it to. You-- all I want is for you to be happy. You know that, right?” She hoped he knew that. She squeezed his hand back. “No need to thank me, really. I’m just doing what should be done, what any friend would do.” What she hoped her friends would do for her, when she finally could be safe about it, too. If ever. “Of course we are. We were friends before we were-- you know, whatever this was. We’re still friends.”

She tried to keep herself stable, as she looked at him, and she realized her last line of defense was falling. If she had to go home and tell her parents that she was single again, what was to say they wouldn’t just give up on her right then and there? Her smile soured. “Are you...okay? About all this?”

Eddie’s smile grew and lost its nervousness. The longer Bex spoke, the more his anxiety melted away. He still had a long way to go before the truth about his identity stopped being something he lost sleep over, but having people in his life accept and even support him made it easier to stomach. “That’s all I want for you too,” he softly replied.

He took a deep breath after her follow-up question, not noticing the way her smile suddenly seemed less genuine. “I think so,” he said with a nod. “Most days are pretty up and down in regards to this particular topic, but… I’ve got a lot of people in my corner, it seems.” Alfie, Morgan, Silas, and now Bex. So far, everyone he told responded positively. “So, yeah, don’t waste time worrying about me. I’m gonna be just fine.”

#c: bexley #wickedswriting #coming clean #internalized homophobia tw #// my days of having to use that tw for eddie are coMING TO AN END #hopefully #at least

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sydneysageivashkov · 3 years

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lesbian!zoe sage headcanons

so the first thing to know about zoe is that in the sage household, jared assigned the sisters descriptors. from the moment carly wasn’t able to balance chemical equations before she reached high school age, she was the dumb one. the useless one. the worthless one. the why-don’t-you-just-date-the-nice-alchemist-boy-then-you-can-at-least-make-something-of-yourself one. and the moment that happened, sydney got upgraded to the alchemist one. and zoe? she was the baby.

she was actually the baby to everyone. deborah, carly and sydney all tried to protect zoe from the worst of jared sage and the alchemists. this actually backfired in the long run - in trying to so hard to shield her, in babying her, they actually ended up helping to push her into jared’s arm when he tried to replace sydney with her as the alchemist one.

zoe started to clue in to being attracted to other girls when she was fifteen. seeing what had happened to carly, seeing what was happening to sydney after her escapade with rose, staring down the barrel of how jared would treat her if he knew - she threw herself harder than ever into being the alchemist. the good child. the one that didn’t disappoint him.

there was a lot going on in zoe’s head when she discovered sydrian. every bit of alchemist propaganda was going off in her head like a klaxon. but on top of that, zoe was trying so hard to push down her attraction to women, knowing that the alchemists considered it unnatural, and here was her sister, pursuing a relationship with the enemy, an unnatural being, a vampire -

she didn’t know what re-education was like. she thought it was like rehab, or some kind of counselling camp. she hadn’t met anyone who went through re-education. when the staff told sydney that zoe wanted to bring her a latte, that was true. zoe had asked if that was possible. it wasn’t until carly arrived at the house, having come straight from college after adrian and marcus left, and demanded to know what zoe had done that she found out what re-education was like. carly had always babied her. carly had never wanted zoe to find out the truth. carly wasn’t babying her anymore, not with sydney at stake.

after carly, zoe knows adrian is looking for sydney. she should tell her father. she doesn’t.

when she goes to court after sydney escapes re-education, she doesn’t say anything. she just watches. she sees how skinny sydney is. she sees how sydney clings on to adrian like a life line. she sees how dimitri and rose move to protect sydney.

a month later, she sees sydney at the gas station. the question bursts out before she can stop it. “is it true you were tortured?”

that was her fault. she did that. to her own sister. she can never take that back. she can never fix that.

but she can prevent it from happening to other people, and that becomes her life’s mission: to reform the alchemists, and most importantly, to end re-education.

that’s how, four years later, zoe finds herself at the university library closest to her station. she’s not going to college, but she reads psychology texts religiously. that day, she’s reading about gaslighting and its use in conversion therapy.

that day, there’s another psych student in the library. her name is dove, her hair is blue, and she sees the golden lily on zoe’s cheek and assumes zoe is a rebellious, punk kind of person (years down the line, they’ll both laugh at this assumption). she wants to get coffee.

it takes months for zoe to admit to herself that what she’s going on are dates. it takes months more for her to admit it out loud. carly, deborah and sydney all make the appropriate surprised, happy noises, but zoe can tell they already knew. the alchemists she knows all have a sense of “well, at least it’s not a moroi”. or marcus, for that matter.

technically, the process of telling a signifcant other about what being alchemist means is meant to only happen immediately before the wedding, and the significant other is meant to get a (smaller, unobtrusive tattoo - think the kind the monarch candidates got in last sacrifice) to make sure they don’t talk either. zoe ignores that. the tattoo keeps her from telling dove, but carly doesn’t have any tattoo. carly and dove go out for coffee one day, and dove comes back furious.

not at zoe, though. dove comes back ready to fight jared sage for one corn chip. and she wants to meet sydney.

and here’s the thing. zoe has spent the past five years of her life trying to make up for what she did to sydney, fighting to prevent what happened to sydney from happening to anybody else. but she hasn’t actually seen sydney in five years. every time she moves to reform re-education, conservative alchemists look at zoe and say, “this is about your sister, isn’t it.” so publicly, she’s separated herself from sydney. she has a burner phone that she uses to talk to sydney regularly (and yes, she sees the irony) - but she hasn’t seen sydney in years.

“okay,” says dove. “blame me. I’m an ignorant human who doesn’t know anything. I forced you to take me to meet your sister. it’s all my fault. you can’t be blamed.”

dove and adrian, it turns out, get along like a house on fire. dove is planning on specialising on art therapy, and the two of them could talk for hours about it. it doesn’t help they have a similar sense of humor.

zoe adores declan, and it takes sydney two days to stop getting teary-eyed every time she sees the two of them together. declan is equally enthralled by his new aunt dove, because he’s a five year old and what five year old doesn’t love someone with blue hair

after they get home, zoe gets a call from jared. “do you have any idea the kind of shame you bring on us, visiting sydney -” dove takes the phone from zoe. “jared,” she says calmly. “get fucked.” she hangs up.

re-education keeps changing forms, but it always stays fucked up. zoe convinces them to get rid of the clockwork orange torture, they introduce gaslighting therapy circles. zoe pursuades them to get rid of that, they up the re-inking. “I don’t know what else to do,” she tells dove, throwing down the psych textbooks.

“leave,” says dove. “zo, I know you’re trying to make up for what you did to your sister, but you were an abused fifteen year old. you made a mistake - a very serious one - but you can’t live your life fighting an unwinnable war because of it.”

zoe calls sydney, and after a long and circular conversation where she tries to work up the courage to ask for sydney’s permission to leave without directly asking sydney’s permission, sydney lets her in on a secret: they’ve got a way to break the tattoos.

~alchemist revolution, baby~

#zoe sage #bloodlines #lgbtq headcanons #this is also partially just general post-tfh zoe headcanons #dove is called dove because jared seems like the kind of person who would hate names like dove #tw emotional abuse

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Putting on Hairs: Secrets Revealed

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.8k Rating: G, probably, mild T at worst AU: Theater, Werewolf, Monster, Cryptid

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Author’s Note: Welp, guess it’s not a one shot after all…

Summary: Nico isn’t the only one.

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What the heck?

That was all Maki could think as she sat on a small couch in the dressing room of the woman she was supposed to be starring alongside. Said woman, one Yazawa Nico, purported rising star in the theater world, was currently sitting in her lap. As a dog. A Pomeranian breed dog, to be exact. And Maki had been instructed by some purple haired woman, who apparently already knew her name and felt comfortable calling her Maki-chan, to pet the dog.

What. The. Heck.

Maki had completely forgotten the question she had intended to ask of her costar. Of course, it didn’t help that everywhere she looked she saw pink. Or flowers. Or other little trinkets Nico had likely received over the years. Or pictures of Nico. By the gods, there were dozens of pictures.

Nico had obviously been acting since childhood as Maki picked out various younger versions of the raven-haired do… woman. But so had Maki, and her parents hadn’t taken nearly as many pictures. Granted, they had been busy with their own work and it had not been uncommon for the only familiar faces for her in the audience to be members of the household staff, usually their estate manager. But still...

Smooth.

Maki was distracted from her thoughts when her fingers found what felt like smooth skin instead of soft fur. She looked down…

“Y-Yazawa-san…” She stammered, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

Crimson eyes opened and Nico turned her head up to meet Maki’s gaze.

It took a moment for the situation to register, but when it did, Nico’s eyes widened.

“Kyaa!” Nico cried, shoving herself off Maki and the couch.

Nico landed on her back on the floor, twisted herself up to her hands and knees and scrambled around the clothing rack to hide. There, she grabbed the first garment her hand found and started to put it on. Thankfully, it happened to be a simple sundress that she was able to pull over her head and be presentable enough for her purposes.

“S-Sorry about…” Nico paused to clear her throat, hoping to alleviate her stutter. “Sorry about that, Nishikino-san.” She moved back out from behind the rack. “I suppose Nozomi would want me to thank you for… Hey, are you alright?” She moved toward the couch.

“I’m… fine…” Maki insisted.

“You sure? I know some folks have significant blushes, but geez your face literally matches your hair. It’s made it to your ears… your neck. What the… your arms and hands even?” Wait, what was that? Nico leaned closer. “Holy Amaterasu… you’re burning up!”

“I’m… fine…”

“No, you’re not. I can feel it from here. I don’t even need to put my hand on your forehead. Geez, I’ve taken my siblings to the hospital with lesser fevers. Just what the heck are you? And do I need to drag you off my couch before you ignite it?”

“…” Maki hunched her shoulders, seeming to withdraw into herself.

Nico sighed and put a hand on her hip. “Look, you’ve already seen that I’m a werewolf. And I didn’t need Nozomi to tell me you’re not human either; I can smell the difference.” She tapped her nose. “And right now, I’m getting something new. Is that sulfur? Brimstone? Are you a demon?”

“S-salamander…” Maki muttered, her face managing to become an even brighter shade of red.

“Salamander?” Nico mentally skimmed through what she knew. “You mean like Charmander?”

“Close enough, I guess…”

“Oh? Show me.”

“Wha?!” Maki balked, sitting up with enough force she managed to tip the couch back a bit.

Nico held back a chuckle. “Show me.”

“Wh-wh-why?!”

“Like I said, you already saw my werewolf form. It’s only fair I get to see your salamander form.”

“Uuuehhh….” Maki let out one of the most adorable sounds Nico had heard in a long while.

“Besides, if we going to be costars in this show, we shouldn’t have secrets between us. Right?”

“… Fine…”

Almost immediately, Maki’s skin gained a sheen that made it almost appear wet, like she had just stepped out of a warm shower. Then her eyes changed, gaining a fiery brilliance. And finally, the young woman began to shrink.

And shrink.

Nico couldn’t help reaching down and poking at a lump in Maki’s shirt she assumed to be her. Sure enough, the lump moved, and out of the collar skittered a tiny, red amphibian. However, when it looked up at Nico with those amethyst eyes, as bright as they were, there was no doubt she was looking at Maki.

Nico couldn’t help reaching out a hand. Slowly, tentatively, Maki stepped up onto her fingers. Nico then lifted the lizard up closer to her face.

“You’re cute like this, Maki-chan.” She couldn’t help using the familiar term, despite having not even known the other woman for ten minutes.

Immediately, intense heat radiated off the crimson creature. Not quite hot enough to burn Nico, but definitely reaching into uncomfortable levels. Still, the amusement factor alone was enough for Nico to bear the heat.

A knock sounded at the door.

Maki jumped off Nico’s hand and slipped back into her shirt.

“Nico-chan?” A voice called from the other side.

“Yeah, coming…” Nico responded, wondering if she should hide Maki’s clothes first, with her still in them. Well, they weren’t easily visible from the door, what with the arm of the couch blocking the pile, so maybe it was fine? “Ah, Minami-san.” She said, recognizing the woman on the other side as she opened the door.

“Oh, that sounds too formal.” Kotori said laughing lightly. “Just Kotori is fine. Anyway, I’m here to deliver these samples.” She handed over a neatly folded stack of textiles. “Please let me know which ones you like best so Yoshiko-chan and I can get to work on your outfits.”

“Alright.” Nico nodded.

“And I see you’re already trying out some of our finished works.” Kotori commented. “Although we may have to make some adjustments to the measurements Nozomi-chan gave us for you.” She reached out and tugged at one of the shoulder straps, indicating a looseness below.

Nico grimaced. Of course, Nozomi would change some of the numbers to mess with her. “So you guys already made all those?” She indicated the rack she had hid behind moments ago.

“Ye…” Kotori cutoff as she noticed something. “Except that one.” She pointed as if Nico could figure out what she meant just by that. “Honoka-chan insisted on buying that one online for us to use as reference. I told her not to, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to end up here for you to see.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, that is not representative of the quality standard Yoshiko-chan and I are capable of producing.”

Wait, did she mean that tacky werewolf… thing? Nico wondered. The thing I was just about to complain about? “So, it’s just a reference?” She asked aloud, suddenly thankful she wouldn’t actually have to wear it.

“Yes.” Kotori nodded. “I figured we didn’t need anything like that, because we could just use Nico-chan herself as our reference, because you’re, well… you know.” She motioned to the raven-haired woman.

“Right… You know, I’m surprised someone as talented as you is working at a startup theater like this.”

“Oh, it’s fine. After all, I’m returning a favor to Umi-chan.” Kotori said with a wide smile.

That’s right, Nico recalled, Sonoda Umi was one of the cofounders and co-owners of the theater, along with Kurosawa Dia.

“Although even without the favor,” Kotori continued, wistfully “I’d still be here, so I could work with Umi-chan on this wonderful project.”

Wait, that tone and expression. Were Kotori and Umi together? Now there was some celebrity news that seemed to have slipped through the cracks. Interesting.

“Anyway, back to work.” Kotori chirped merrily. “See you two later.” With that she practically skipped down the hall toward the costume department.

“You can change back now, she’s gone.” Nico said aloud, closing the door. “Though I think she knew you were here anyway. I’ll keep my back turned until you’re dressed.”

After a moment, Nico heard rustling of cloth behind her.

“Alright, you can turn around now, Yazawa-san.”

“Nico is fine.” Nico said, turning to find a still somewhat flustered redhead.

“Alright… Say, what is that.” Maki motioned to something at Nico’s feet.

“Mm?” Nico looked down to find a feather and stooped to pick it up. “Well, I guess that confirms the rumor…”

“Rumor?”

“About Minami Kotori being a crane.”

“She is?”

“Oh c’mon, I know you can sense others like I can.”

“Well, yeah” Maki admitted “but only at close range…”

“And you were pretty close when I thought you were being an entitled brat by how adamant you were about fabric types for your outfits.”

“I… wha… You saw that?”

“Yup. I was wondering what all the commotion was about, so I went to check.”

“I wasn’t raising a commotion.” Maki furrowed her brow. “And I was definitely not being entitled, just cautious.”

“Yeah, I know that now.” Nico made dismissive motions with her hands. “Your salamander heat thing. Certainly wouldn’t want to be melting polyester on yourself or whatever. That said, I believe Kotori’s more than capable of imbuing anything she makes with super special heat resistant properties for someone like Maki-chan.”

“Oh? How?”

“Didn’t you hear when I just said she was a crane?”

“Well, yeah, but that just means she’s a bird?”

“What the heck, Maki-chan?” Nico huffed. “Did your parents not teach you about your history? Our history? Monsters and cryptids and mythic beasts and such?”

“Not really…”

“So, you’ve never heard about the crane who returns favors.”

Maki shook her head.

Nico sighed. What kind of parents did this girl have? “She weaves her own feathers into her works, which imbues them with special properties. And if the rumors are true, she’s training her assistant to do the same with hers. Yoshiko? Yohane? Something like that, I haven’t met her yet.”

“Is she a crane as well?”

“Fallen angel. She’s pretty adamant about it too, and really doesn’t do too much to hide it.” Nico shrugged. “Probably for the best that the normies around here don’t believe such things very easily. They just think she’s weird, a chuunibyou or whatever. But folks like you and I…”

“Right…”

“Anyway, they’re making everything antistatic for me.”

Maki giggled. “For you weredog thing?”

“Weredog?” Nico growled, earning a flinch from the redhead. “I’m a werewolf! And don’t you forget it!”

“Oops, did I come in at a bad time?” Nozomi asked as she let herself in.

“No, you’re fine.” Nico grumbled, still glaring at Maki. “What do you want?”

“The managers want everyone to gather on stage for a meeting.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever. C’mon, Nishikino.” Nico had to put conscious effort into not stomping toward the door. The last thing she needed now was to transform again.

“… Right…” Maki replied with no small amount of disappointment in her tone, before following the other two women into the hall.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #AU August #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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lotrfics · 4 years

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IMAGINE: Gradually fading when you believe Legolas is falling for Tauriel

Pairing: Legolas x Female Elf Reader

Requested: Yes (Hello! How are you? Can I please request a story where the reader is an elf (Legolas long time friend, she is always near him, being his shoulder to cry on, listening to all his problems, training hard to be the best and learning about everything in middle earth because she loves to learn about every creature). She loves him, but he starts to fall for Tauriel, and they start to get distant. She is dying of a broken heart, and he desperately tries to help her. (with a happy ending please) Thanks) -Anonymous

Summary: You have always loved Legolas, but you are unable to handle your emotions when Legolas seems to be falling for Tauriel

Warnings: More shitty angst, can be a trigger warning because weight loss is mentioned here, though I don’t know if it counts as an actual trigger warning because i’m dumb lol

A/N: Request is slightly changed (Legolas actually falling for Tauriel never happens) because anon wanted a happy ending, and for that to work for me it should be nothing more than a misunderstanding

You were just a child when you met Legolas. You had bumped into him and spilled your drink all over him. He got mad at you and you began apologizing profusely then ran off. You saw him again the next day, and before you can run off, he told you he got over it and asked if you both could be friends.

Before you realized it, he soon became your best friend, you two were inseparable. He knew how ambitious you were, even if your goals were too unrealistic, he would always help you in any way he could to make sure you are the best in whatever you want to be best at.

Whenever he got in a bad argument with his father or a friend of his, or simply just a terrible day, you made sure to be his shoulder to cry on, and that was enough for him. He didn’t care if you had no idea what to say to him, you were there for him and listening to him ranting, which was all he needed.

Legolas was a prince, so he can be quite busy, at those times you found yourself in the library if other people you knew were busy as well. There, you discovered the existence of hobbits and their culture in a book, and it caught your interest, because if you asked another elf what a hobbit was, they would most likely stare at you with confusion on their face, then walk away without answering you.

As an elleth, you obviously knew of your culture, you would be slow and stupid if you didn’t. Humans don’t go to Mirkwood because they have no reason to, so you only knew parts of human culture through books, and to learn about other parts, you have to know actually know a human, which you don’t. Everyone knows dwarves don’t like to share their culture, so you barely know anything about them. Their stubbornness is known by many, but not every dwarf is stubborn.

Centuries passed by, and you and Legolas began to drift away from each other. This was originally not a bad thing, you were still friends, but he was getting busier than ever and you were too interested in the secrets of Middle Earth to be able to resist going to the library, without giving some time to let him know about your plans.

One day, Legolas made a new friend; Tauriel, Captain of the Guard. At first, you didn’t really care, it would be ridiculous if you berated Legolas for making a new friends. Over time, though, you couldn’t help but feel jealous when you noticed he kept hanging out with her continuously.

That jealousy of yours only worsened when you chose to talk to Legolas later.

Someone told you you needed to spend one day away from the library, you couldn’t help but agree. So you approached Legolas to ask if you can hang out with him. “Would you like to go on a walk right now?” You asked.

He shook his head walking away. “I can’t, (Y/N). I promised Tauriel I would spent the rest of the day with her.” Leaving you there confused, jealous and upset. All three emotions at once. He didn’t even suggest another date for that walk to happen, the thought of that infuriated you.

More embarrassing exchanges occurred after that, and once you grew tired of it, you began to ignore him and distance yourself from him. Because not too long ago, but not too recently, you discovered your deep love for him; you had a feeling your romantic love for him began a long time ago, you just only discovered it now.

It didn’t matter to you if you remained his friend and never became his lover, but now that he has found himself a new friend and prioritizes her over you, it hurts. You felt betrayed by your own best friend. It may sound petty, but anyone who has never thought their best friend betrayed them would never know the pain.

You were starting to feel lonely.

The worst part about it, was he never noticed you were ignoring him. He was so delighted in forming a friendship with Tauriel, it left him distracted to even get a clue he was being ignored. He always used to notice the silent treatments you would give to anybody, whether it was to him, a family member of yours, or another member.

Now, that didn’t seem to be the case anymore. He became oblivious, too oblivious for you to handle. He was falling for her, you knew that, and there was absolutely nothing you can do anymore.

The library was your safe haven, it was the only place you felt happy in these days. But that happiness did not last long forever. You could never forget Legolas, how can you forget the one who gave you motivation when you had none? His support was part of the reason you were very successful in many things, and he was the only one that actually listened to your ramblings, which was usually about your knowledge of Middle Earth and it’s strangest creatures.

Eventually, you began having difficulty to get interested in a new book, which was odd, but it happens. Not everything can please you. But soon enough, you realized the things that always fascinated you began to bore you out of your mind. It was concerning, but you didn’t think too much of it, only dismissing it as burnout from spending too much time in the library.

For some reason, even being in your own home began to make you feel sick. This definitely was odd. Elves cannot get sick. From what you knew, only half elves can get sick, but the only thing they can catch was a cold, which you heard was not even anywhere near bad.

You were a full blooded elf, there was no way you can get sick, and you felt like fainting at that moment, you waited for it, but it never happened. You stumbled all the way to your room, and it left you bewildered to know even getting to your own room felt like a difficult task.

While eating breakfast the next day, you were thinking about your condition. You deduced you were already beginning to fade. It bothered you when you first learned only elves can die heartbroken. Being an elf had many benefits, you knew that, but the downsides were annoying.

Dying of a broken heart sounds silly, but unfortunately it was a curse. It was one of those moments you honestly wished you were something else other than an elf, especially a human, because if you’re going to be honest, elves suck at moving on. Moving on is something mortals excel at, and you wished you had that.

Being in love with your best friend, who isn’t really your best friend anymore because you had drifted apart, was already bad. To make matters worse, he found a new close friend who he was falling for. That told you you could’ve possibly be with Legolas, except he didn’t want you, you weren’t what he wasn’t looking for, instead, Tauriel had and was everything he wanted.

Thinking about it only made you feel more worse. Despite your anger, you knew he was finally happy, he finally found someone meant for him, even if that someone was not you. You’ll die knowing he has finally found someone he has always wanted, as he told you when you both younger. Someone who will make him complete.

“What do you dream of, Legolas?” you asked him, while sitting out together, admiring the beautiful view. It was night time, you were the only ones awake and outside. “I know you want something that is not what your father pressures you to be.”

Thranduil was one strict elf. He does not want his son to follow his heart, he always insisted him to follow his head instead since he was just a child. Legolas loved his father, he truly did, but he refused to listen to him. He wanted to follow his own desires, his own goal to remain happy, he didn’t want anyone getting in the way of it.

Unfortunately, he would be reprimanded by his father when he stood up to him about this matter. His father told him following his heart would lead him to become unsuccessful. Following the mind was more logical, Thranduil insisted. You were the only one Legolas confided in about his wishes and his father’s disapproval. He knew you would always support him, no matter what.

Legolas did not respond immediately, he stayed silent, and you began looking around you, stopping when he suddenly spoke up. “What I want in my eternal life?” You glanced at him, giving him a nod to keep talking. “To find someone I would want to be with, to sail to Valinor with once it is time.” He admitted softly.

You merely nodded. You figured Legolas did not want all the pressures of being a prince, he wasn’t exactly a great leader, he would happily give up the role of leader to anyone else. He would do anything to ensure he never rules Mirkwood, to stay away from the throne as far as possible.

“Tell me more about this species of you discovered, hobbits, I believe?” Legolas requested. You gave him a grin. “I got you interested, didn’t I?” You asked.

“Maybe.” He replied cheekily.

Legolas hasn’t heard from you in a while. He grew worried, assuming the worst.

Time for elves are completely different. A couple of centuries are considered a second to them. Legolas has gone years without talking to you before, he was a patient elf, but this time, something didn’t feel right. Plus, you always told each other what you were doing ahead of time should either of you get super busy.

When Tauriel was busy, he took that chance to visit you, to find out how you are doing. He arrived at your house, entering without knocking, that is completely normal to you both. He was taken by surprise when he saw the room was a mess. Well, it wasn’t THAT messy, but it was a mess to your standards.

He remembered you insisted on cleaning everything. It bothered you to see dirt, especially on your own clothes. A slight stain on your clothes is easily noticed by someone like you, and it drove you mad.

Your door was open, once he took notice of it, he ran in. There, he saw you in your bed, looking unnaturally exhausted, worrying him further. Rubbing your eyes, you turned to see Legolas suddenly in your room, startling you. You flinched back and hit your head on the headboard, making you yelp in pain. Legolas winced as he watched that.

You didn’t even hear him come in.

“You look terrible, (Y/N), what has happened to you?” Legolas asked you, concern in his voice. You didn’t respond, you were too busy rubbing your head, the impact was more painful than it should be. But you were dying, so any pain you experience, even if minor, was made worse for you. You felt a migraine begin to develop all of a sudden.

His sudden appearance put you at ease. If only you had the heart to tell him what you’re going through right now. You also wondered how he did not realize immediately you were fading, because that’s the only way an elf can get so dizzy from a silly accident. Nobody can easily tell their friend that they are dying of a broken heart in a straight forward manner.

You rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes as you remained sat on your bed. Legolas gazed at your body, you didn’t look good at all. You were dangerously thin and noticed you were uncontrollably shaking as if you caught a cold. Then it all clicked in him.

“Please, don’t tell me you have already begun to fade,” he had concluded you were dying of a broken heart. Now he needed to know, why and how? So many questions were to follow. “What is the cause of this?”

You glanced at him. “What brings you here?” You said plainly, completely ignoring his question. He gave you a look. “I am sure we agreed many years ago we can visit each other without knocking.” He reminded you. Of course you remembered that exact day. How can you forget it?

Again, you didn’t say anything. He already knew. There was no need to say anything else. Now you were to embarrassed to admit why you were dying. Yes, he knew it was heartbreak, but he didn’t know who broke your heart and why they did so.

“You have to tell me why,” he desperately pleaded, “I do not know if I am able to help you at this point, but I will go out of my way to find out if it is possible. If I cannot help you, then I will remain by your side until your very last breath.”

“I can’t tell you,” you mumbled out, but he heard, giving you a look of confusion. “Why do you care?” You suddenly blurted out, to which you instantly regretted. You looked at him and he looked completely offended when you questioned his loyalty to you just now.

“Did you just ask me why I care?” He demanded harshly, making you shamefully turn away from him. “You are why I no longer am in my father’s shadow. You gave me support when I needed it the most. You taught me to go after what I truly want, only if I do it right. And I am more than grateful for that.”

“I do not know how I can ever fully repay for that, and I insist on doing so, even if you tell me it is simply nothing. But it is not nothing, I have confidence in myself because of you. You do not realize how much it angers me when you turn down my assistance, I cannot let you give everything to me while I give you nothing.”

“I supported you when you told me of your ambitions, even if you have really high expectations, but that is not enough. Denying me to try saving your life is a ridiculous decision. I wish I had the power to easily bring you back, but something like this is almost irreversible. But I will still try, I will never give up on you.”

“I cannot lose you,” he began sobbing, “I am glad to have spent hundreds of years with you, since we were just kids, all the way to your last moments.”

After a few seconds of debating to yourself, you glanced at Legolas to see tears forming in his eyes.

“I found someone,” he began, and you immediately understood what he meant. The someone he wanted to sail west with. Though, you didn’t understand why he would gush over Tauriel to you while you were dying. “And that someone is you, (Y/N). I wish I realized it sooner. As it appears you already found someone else, which led you here, heartbroken.”

Your eyes widened, but you did not say anything. He tried his best to not look away from you, to keep his gaze on you. His lip trembled before speaking up again. “I- I truly love you, (Y/N). I really do.” He confessed, finally turning away from you, not ready for instant rejection.

The pain you have been feeling for a while now have suddenly disappeared. You were no longer shivering, you no longer felt like fainting every other second. His declaration somehow healed you partly. You could tell you still looked like a stick, but you felt a part of yourself returning back to life, you no longer fading.

He had saved your life. And you did not know how to return the favor.

“You would be glad to know I love you too, Legolas. Thank you.” You gave him a sincere smile, it was the first time you have cracked a smile in a while, since the start of your time away from him.

Despite the tears that ran down his face, he couldn’t help but return the smile, completely taken aback, not what he had been expecting after all.

Everything gradually went back to normal for you. You instantly regained your appetite, so you were able to eat again without difficulty, no longer looking unhealthy. You were getting happy again, your interests came back to you, now easily reading the books you have always wanted to read, but were unable to read at first because of your broken heart.

Remember that walk you asked Legolas to go on with you a while back?

It was happening right now.

You weren’t exactly paying attention as you admired the view around you. Suddenly, you saw an arm waving all over your sight. “I asked you a question.” Legolas spoke up, a little annoyed since you weren’t listening.

“Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly, turning to Legolas, “I didn’t hear anything you said at all.” You admitted, and he playfully rolled his eyes at you. “I was asking you what broke your heart that time.” He asked, sounding serious. You both stopped walking. You sighed, you were still too embarrassed to admit it.

“I would tell you, but you would laugh at me.” You told him. He shook his head at you. “I would never laugh at something as serious as that.” He said sternly, and you nodded, taking a deep breath, getting ready for the moment he starts to laugh at you.

“I thought you liked Tauriel, and you were already spending a lot of time with her, so I couldn’t help but feel alone.” You told him, shrugging. You noticed he was grinning, and you sighed. “You were jealous?” Legolas asked curiously, and you nodded.

“You said you would never laugh, remember?” You pointed out. “Yes, but I didn’t think jealousy could kill you.” He expressed.

“We should think of it no longer. I think it is time for us to go back.” You suggested, and he slightly smiled, not failing to notice you suddenly changed the topic. He realized you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and he decided to no longer bring up it ever again.

He offered you his hand. You gladly took it, intertwining your fingers together as you both made your way to wherever you were going.

Taglist: @aspiring-ginger

#lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #the hobbit imagine #legolas x reader #legolas imagine

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breakfast-cereal · 3 years

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Stupid For You (2) -Johnlock

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PART THREE

!¡Trigger Warning¡! DO NOT IGNORE!: mentions to drugs and addiction, alcohol use, vomiting, hints to declining/poor mental health.

Rosie's hair was in a slightly dishevelled braid that reached just above her shoulder blades

"Youtube seems to be helpful for tutorials. Slightly inaccurate, though." Sherlock looked as if he was about to write down notes.

"It's YouTube, Sherlock." John looked at Rosie who had a massive grin on her face

Rosie rushed to Sherlock and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, daddy!"

Sherlock didn't seem to protest and accepted the role of a father figure to Rosie. John was confused by this. If Sherlock was a father figure to Rosie wouldn't that insinuate that he and John were together? Does that not bother Sherlock?

"No problem." Sherlock ushered Rosie back to her room and then sat back down to work on the case.

John sat on the couch, sneaking glances at Sherlock while watching some sports game on the telly. He reached for his phone on the table and scrolled through it while watching the telly and concentrating on Sherlock. John was hoping this would have some distraction from his headache. The light from his phone just seemed to make the headache worse. John had opened google and was staring down at it. His headache was horrible and those confusing feelings had returned to plague his thoughts. Without thinking, John entered "John Watson and Sherlock Holmes" into the search bar and entered it. He looked around anxiously as if someone was going to pop out of any corner and catch him looking at this. The worst would be Sherlock. Results popped up raging from "Johnlock" blogs to articles describing their relationship. John clicked on the first article and skimmed it until reaching a part that specifically piqued his interest.

Sherlock Holmes and his partner John Watson's relationship is obviously less than platonic. Relationship expert, Tiffany Laines has confirmed multiple theories with her video "Debunking 'Johnlock'." Laines stated in her video that "Holmes and Watson are very close for just roommates. It seems it's Holmes&Watson rather than just Holmes and Watson. Based on body language queues, like the leaning in from Watson, and the way Holmes' colleagues described him as brash whereas it seems John does not find him that way. Can this mean Holmes treats Watson differently? Of course, we can never be sure with their limited interaction, but my speculation is something is going on."

John read over that paragraph multiple times. He read it for what felt like hours. He stared and analyzed it wanting to know what they meant. What the secret meaning could be even though the truth stared back at him. He wanted to throw his phone. Launch it across the room. Find whoever wrote that article and beat them. Instead, John put his phone down and made his way up to make some tea.

"Tea?" He asked into the air, hoping Sherlock would maybe answer.

"Yes, that'd be nice."

John prepared two cups and watched while the water boiled in the kettle. He listened to it fizz and at some moments John wondered if it would boil over. John could be compared to a kettle. He would fizz and bubble until he reached a point where he would just stop or boil over completely. John believed he was a calm individual, though he wasn't. It's hard being calm when you're rather vigilant all the time.

"I've got it!" John spun to see Sherlock pacing around the house frantically. "It was so obvious how could I have not gotten it!",

"What?",

"It's objects! The numbers were words and the words were objects. I've got a lead, John.",

"How did you manage to get that out of a sheet of numbers?" John was impressed. Well, not impressed, because Sherlock could solve a murder with his eyes closed and hands tied, but his skills were always impressive.

"It became quite obvious with hints. The necklace the woman had is a precious object so at first, I thought it could be something expensive, but there's nothing expensive in our flat. Yes, I'm assuming it is in our flat, as the woman left these papers in our flat rather than taking them to Mrs. Hudson, or some other person. Of course, maybe it's just because she was one to visit us, but with the pieces of paper originally the coordinates seemed to also have directions that were rather similar to the way to get into our flat. To sum it down simply, there's clues in certain objects in our flat." Sherlock seemed so animated when he talked about these things. He always strived for perfection and clarity on his cases and when he got it, it's like it sent him into a high. "Don't drink the tea, by the way.",

"What's wrong with the tea?" John felt overwhelmed with this information. There were hidden messages all over the flat. What if he stepped on one? Or got it wet?

"You added milk to yours. It's expired. Strange you pour the milk before the water." John looked at the milk in his cup that had small chunks in it and dumped it down the sink, sugar swirling down with it.

The kettle finished as John was there and he poured it into Sherlock's cup. He waddled over to Sherlock's desk and placed the tea, noticing the messy state of affairs. Sherlock's desk had papers all over it. The papers in the centre focus were the ones from the most recent case. One paper had computer, Jane Eyre, heart, written on it, while all the others remained blank.

"Heart?" John felt a strange feeling when Sherlock looked panicked. Sherlock looked like that word wasn't supposed to be written.

"Likely mistake. I don't know why that word is there. Stupid mistake." Sherlock quickly flipped over the paper and overemphasized the grab of the cup. "Go watch telly or something. I'm busy." John hated the way Sherlock would brush him off so easily. Even with living with him all these years he still couldn't brush off the hurt it caused. He wanted to get his mind off this, but his mind immediately went to drinks. With what John remembered happened last night, drinking was the last thing he wanted to do. So instead, John left the flat.

He walked the opposite way from the pub. His mind thought of one thing and one thing only; Sherlock. He felt like one of those articles as he speculated what heart could be. Does Sherlock have a secret photo album of Irene Adler? John was sure that Sherlock didn't have any human organs (they had cleaned all those out after John screamed at Sherlock over the fact that if Rosie ever found them she'd be terrified.) Was heart meaning that Sherlock's heart had been taken? Was he in love with someone? John felt a spike of jealousy and resent for whoever this person was. How dare they have Sherlock's heart. Why can't it be John? John paused internally. Why was John so jealous? He didn't like Sherlock. He never liked Sherlock. Sherlock was a friend, but friends don't get jealous over their friend's relationship because they want it to be them. Maybe John wanted Sherlock as a little more than a friend, but he only liked women. His brain was just being weird again. It's because he hadn't been with any women in a while. He just missed Mary, and Sherlock was the only person around that he could be with, so his brain was just skipping to conclusions. John needed to meet someone. There was one person that came to mind, the woman he had met on the bus. He had always wanted more and now was the time for that. He could unblock her number and text her. It would be something that has no strings attached. It will help John get his mind off Sherlock. He'll be able to realize his feelings were stupid.

When John was back at the flat he felt strange guilt. Like sending a text to this woman would be cheating on Sherlock. Sherlock wasn't romantically interested in John at all. John stared at his phone and the text that was sitting and waiting to be sent

Would you maybe want to meet up sometime this week?

John shut off his phone, he needed time to consider. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He wanted something. He wanted someone, but this just didn't feel right to him. She didn't feel right for him. He felt like he would be using her. He would use her to distract himself from his own problems. He didn't need a distraction he needed advice. He really needed advice. Who was he supposed to get advice from?

John sat at a small table with a pink linen table cloth on it. The chairs were rickety and felt as if they were going to fall apart any moment, whereas the table cloth looked pricey and was clearly good quality. It had ballerinas dancing on it, and could definitely be used as a small blanket.

"What are you here for, John?" Mrs. Hudson asked,

"I need some advice." John expected Mrs. Hudson to be the last person he went to, but there he was, sitting in her flat.

"Aw, did something go down between you and Sherlock?",

"No, no, that's not it. Well, I mean. I don't know." John wanted to smack his head into the desk. "I need advice on feelings."

"Oh, John," Mrs. Hudson sounded genuinely caring. Or maybe John just wanted her to care.

"I'm not in love, before you think I am. I'm just confused and I want advice.",

"Is it Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson knew before John. The articles knew before John. John realized with those words, that he was indeed stupid for Sherlock. He had to admit it to himself. He can't deny it all.

"I don't like men." Denial, denial, denial. All he did was deny. He had realized, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it. He may know, but if he ignores it, it's not real.

"I may be your landlady, but that doesn't make me oblivious." ,

"But I'm not-"

Mrs. Hudson interrupted him, "my advice is to stop denying it."

John pushed up from the table, shocked the chair didn't crumble. "I think that's enough advice for today." He hissed as he left the flat.

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august-anon · 4 years

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Let’s Hang Out

Hey y’all!!! It’s Pinapple’s birthday today!! And today also marks 365 days until she rejoins us on tumblr! If y’all have any birthday wishes you wanna make sure she sees, feel free to let me know and I’ll text them to her for you! I hope you all (and she lol) enjoy this!! Also this is vaguely human AU lol

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic Prinxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman

Word Count: 2084 words

Summary: If Roman was going to (albeit accidentally) ignore him, then Virgil was going to ignore Roman right back. He just didn't expect the consequences that followed.

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Had Virgil known what an afternoon hanging out with Roman would entail, he would’ve said no on the spot. As much progress as they had made with their friendship, Virgil was not in the mood to hear Roman belt out musical theater songs at the top of his lungs. He’d rather they just sit down and pull up a bootleg or something, but Roman was ever brimming with energy and a song in his heart or whatever the heck it was.

But that didn’t mean that after the 18th song Virgil was still going to be paying attention. He came here to hang out, not be sung aggressively at as he tried to relax in Roman’s cluttered room. Instead he lounged on Roman’s bed, far more plush than his own, having made a nest out of pillows to comfortably relax in as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He barely even noticed when Roman’s singing trailed off.

“Are you even paying attention?” He asked with a huff.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look away from the screen. “Look, I tried to keep with it, but after the 6th song when you hadn’t even said a word to me, I kinda just decided to zone out.”

Roman huffed again, flopping onto the bed and earning a glare when it jostled Virgil’s nest. “I cannot believe this! I invite you in, invite you to listen to my glorious voice, and you deign to not pay attention to me?!”

Virgil shrugged. “It was cool at first but like, I’m here to hang out.”

Roman stared. “And what is it that we were doing?”

Virgil glared back. “You ignoring me to sing.”

Roman pouted and Virgil went back to his phone, switching through apps at the speed of light because none of them captured his interest for more than a few seconds. They sat in silence for a few moments before Roman crawled closer to the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Virgil hummed, scrolling.

“Can you ever forgive me, oh dearest Stormcloud?”

Virgil scrolled.

“Virgil. Hey. Come on, I’m talking to you!”

Virgil scrolled, though there was the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips that he was desperately trying to fight down. Roman gasped theatrically, swooning into the pillows along the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Your revenge is swift and unforgiving, I have seen the error of my ways. Let’s do something else, now, I promise it’ll be better!”

Virgil continued to ignore him.

Roman whined, poking at Virgil’s calf where it rested near his head. “Give me attention!”

Nothing. But Roman was not to be deterred.

Roman continued poking at him, probably hoping to annoy him into stopping his new little game, but Virgil had siblings, he was a middle kid, it wouldn’t be that easy to crack him. He had trained for this his whole life. He sat there, stoic and unmoving as Roman jabbed his finger into Virgil’s leg.

Except then the jabs moved up Virgil’s knee and thigh and he barely kept it together. He took in a sharp, but quiet, breath as the finger jabbed his hip. He couldn’t stop his body’s jerk when the finger darted into his fleshy side. Roman paused.

“You good, man?”

Virgil almost, almost, opened his mouth to answer. But he was stubborn and absolutely unwilling to lose this game, so he kept his mouth glued firmly shut and opened tumblr for the umpteenth time, hoping to find an actual distraction in it this time.

Roman hummed, taking his lack of response as him being fine, and continued poking. Unfortunately, he continued poking away at Virgil’s upper body, and he couldn’t help but jerk away at every single one, having to fight harder and harder to repress his smile and hold his building giggles at bay.

Suddenly, Roman chuckled evilly. “Oh, I know what’s going on here.”

In a mad escape attempt, Virgil chucked his phone at the beanbag across the room and tried to lunge off the bed after it. His phone made it safely to his intended sanctuary, but Virgil himself was caught by arms around his waist, pulling him back to the bed. His nest was near destroyed in the following scuffle, both boys wrestling with all their might to gain the upper hand. There was one mortifying secret that Virgil was determined to keep to himself, but if Roman managed to pin him he wasn’t sure he would be able to.

And then Roman cheated by squeezing at his sides, making Virgil bark out a few startled laughs and go almost limp in Roman’s arms, and he was easily pinned to the bed. Roman straddled his hips, pinned his hands under his knees, and grinned down at him like the cat that had caught the canary.

And Virgil was certainly feeling like a canary right about now.

“Let’s talk about this,” Virgil blurted, tugging at his hands. He sucked in a breath as Roman rested his hands back on Virgil’s waist.

“Oh, now he wants to talk!” Roman said bitterly, though his bright grin contrasted with the words.

“Yup--yup, definitely want to talk! Or, uh, or you could sing again! I’d be perfectly content listening to you sing!”

Roman raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, humming thoughtfully. “Splendid idea, Virge, but I’d much rather hear you sing.”

Virgil didn’t have time to squeeze in another protest or plea as Roman’s hands immediately dug back into his sides. Virgil tossed his head back against the pillows and laughed, not bothering to hold back anymore now that one half of his secret was out.

Because see, Virgil would try his hardest to make it seem otherwise when it came up, but Virgil rather liked tickling. Giving or receiving, he found it to be rather fun, but he was loathe to admit that to any living soul. So much so that he was even using dramatic words like “loathe,” when that was more Roman’s style.

“See?” Roman said cheerfully. “We’re hanging out! I’m paying attention to you!”

“Princey!” Virgil cried out as Roman’s hands crawled up his ribs.

“Yes, Doom and Gloom? Though you’re rather the opposite right now, I suppose. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh so much!”

“Please!”

Roman’s grin sharpened. “Please what? Please… tickle you more? My pleasure!”

Virgil shrieked as the hands slithered up and buried themselves in his armpits. He couldn’t help the series of snorts that followed, unfortunately always triggered by being targeted in that sensitive spot. He felt his face go red.

Roman laughed above him. “Oh my gosh, that’s adorable. Do you have any other fun sounds?”

“No!” Virgil lied. Well, he wasn’t sure if it was a lie. He certainly didn’t get tickled often enough to remember, he just could never forget those embarrassing snorts, hard as he tried.

“Methinks the emo doth protest too much!”

Roman switched from wiggling fingers to scratching nails in the center of his hollows and Virgil’s thrashing renewed, snorts that had somewhat died down returning with a vengeance. Virgil shook his head and tugged on his arms, using what little slack he had to pin them to his sides as tightly as possible.

“Alright, alright,” Roman chuckled. “I’ll move on.”

Virgil prepared for the worst, assuming that “moving on” meant going for the next most obvious spot: his stomach, the worst of them, but to his surprise, the torturing hands did not appear on his belly. No, they appeared on his thighs, squeezing and digging into the muscle without abandon. Virgil launched up into a sitting position, nearly crashing his head into Roman’s collarbone, letting out a startled cackle.

“Ooh, good spot?” Roman asked cheekily, as if Virgil would actually answer.

Just to be contrary, he did. “No!”

Roman’s tickling faltered as he laughed again, but quickly resumed. “If this isn’t a good spot, I fear for you when I do find one!”

Roman continued to torment his legs, leaning back even further to squeeze at his kneecaps. Virgil kicked out and cursed through his giggles and swore to make Roman regret this, but he wasn’t exactly all that threatening when red-faced and laughing, dimples jumping around joyfully. Eventually, Roman granted him a break, and Virgil sucked in deep, greedy breaths, watching his hands warily as he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Tell you what,” Roman said. “You tell me where your worst spot is, and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Virgil stayed silent as he debated the pros and cons of the situation. Easy meant he was likely to get out of this sooner without revealing that he actually desperately wanted it. Easy meant tummy tickles and then freedom shortly after. Easy meant having enough energy to make good on his threats immediately.

But not giving up the information meant Virgil would get what he’d wanted for a while, now: to be well and truly wrecked.

“Taking a while to answer there, Wiggles and Giggles,” Roman said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. “Could it be… you don’t want me to go easy on you?”

Virgil was too caught off guard to lie convincingly. “What?! No! What? You’re insane.”

Roman didn’t miss a beat. “Tell me your worst spot and I will go after it immediately and absolutely not go easy on you.”

Virgil hesitated. “You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quietly.

“Weird?! Of course not! This may just be the cutest thing in the world!”

Virgil’s mouth twisted as he blushed and looked away, but he relented. “Stomach.”

Roman’s hands were immediately pushing up his shirt, rubbing against his stomach. “Aww, someone has a ticklish little tummy?”

Virgil squirmed. “Shut up.”

Roman grinned. “Why, does it make it worse?”

“Shut up!”

Roman shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Then he took a huge breath, attached his lips to Virgil’s stomach, and blew. The raspberry echoed through the room, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of Virgil’s screaming cackles. He thrashed so hard that he finally got his arms free, clutching desperately at Roman’s shoulders as another strong raspberry was placed on his belly.

“Roman!” He practically screamed at the third.

“What?” Roman asked. “I thought you wanted me to shut up!”

“Plea--” His cry was cut off by a new wave of laughter as a fourth and final raspberry vibrated through his stomach.

Roman wasn’t finished, though, clearly, as his hands came up to knead at the sensitive skin. His laughter got more frantic and wheezing the closer Roman got to his belly button, and he was torn between wanting Roman to notice and wishing he never would. Apparently, though, the universe was out to embarrass Virgil as much as possible, because Roman noticed.

“What do we have here? A little button demanding to be pressed?”

“No!!” Virgil said, you know, like a liar.

“I think that’s a fake no,” Roman said, “so I think I’ll press this button.”

Virgil did scream when Roman’s finger dug into the little divot. It wiggled and scratched and vibrated into the horribly sensitive place until Virgil thought he would go absolutely mad with how badly it tickled. As much fun as he was having, though, Virgil was quickly running out of stamina and breath. He slapped lightly at Roman’s shoulder.

Roman understood, pulling back immediately and rolling off Virgil. Virgil curled in on himself, still laughing for long minutes after the tickling actually stopped. When he’d finally calmed down, Virgil sat up and ran a hand through his destroyed hair, surveying the mess they had made of the bed.

“You have to help me rebuild the nest.”

Roman laughed. “I would love nothing more. Wanna watch movies on my laptop, after?”

Virgil shrugged, only half listening, fully focused on recreating his perfect pillow nest and napping through the rest of the afternoon. “Sure.”

Roman started gathering the pillows that had been kicked to the floor. “Look at us! Bonding, learning new things about each other, building nests because one of us is a weird bird-cat hybrid… Quite a successful hang-out if I do say so myself!”

Virgil chucked a pillow at his head with a grin.

The nest was reconstructed in record time and Virgil immediately burrowed into it with three newly stolen blankets, watching from his cocoon as Roman pulled up Disney Plus on his laptop and clicked play on the first thing to show up. They were both asleep within minutes.

Quite the successful hang-out indeed.

#tickle fic #My writing #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #ticklish!virgil #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #platonic prinxiety

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omnivorousshipper · 3 years

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Request Friday: I had an idea for the previous request about Luke taming demon Deckard with chocolate. Instead of it being him making his bed — it could totally be Luke rewarding Sam for doing her chores with a chocolate bar, and Deckard squawking about not getting chocolate. So Luke makes a comment about how he would get chocolate too if he cleaned up after himself, say like all the used teabags the demon left everywhere. And Deck immediately vanishes the teabag on the counter/table/wherever and Luke is flummoxed — if he goes back on his “promise” Deckard will be an unholy terror but he has zero chocolate to give him except a few M&Ms from his pocket, leftover from his cheat treat. Luckily it does the trick, and Luke finds a new way to recondition Deckard’s behavior/status as worst roommate ever.

I've definitely thought on this a lot more and I LOVE this addition!!

The main idea is that Sam summon demon!Deckard because she was lonely. But now he's "trapped" with the Hobbs, and a not so great house guest. So, Luke uses chocolate to curve Deckard's behavior

~~~

A week ago, Luke had come home to find his daughter already home and talking to someone. He had assumed that she had been on the phone at first with one her friends. But then he heard a deeper, male voice

He had rushed into her room, heart in his throat

And that's when he laid eyes on the demon

The demon had been sitting across from Sam on her bed. He had large, extremely dark red bat like wings, with black, curved horns. The horns were large and etched with gold markings that shined in the afternoon sun. A thin, forked tail swished lazily behind him as he talked with Sam. However, he was only wearing leather pants, showing off a naked and scarred chest

"What the hell is going on here?" Luke growled, gun trained on the creature, who looked at him with boredom

"Dad! No! Deck's a friend!" Sam jumped off her bed and ran towards him

Sam rushed to explain why there was a literal demon in their house and how he was now stuck with them

It had been a long night

Especially since it seemed like the demon preferred Sam over him

So far, the demon had snarled at him and argued with him for an hour about wearing a shirt

The only thing that eventually got the demon to agree was when he started to shiver

Apparently hell was much, much warmer than LA

Luke had sacrificed one of his hoodies to the demon, watching as the demon used magic to cut wing holes in the back

But Luke did have to admit, the demon looked a lot less threatening when wearing an oversized hoodie

---

The following week had gone swiftly as Deckard got used to living with the two humans

It was a lot more peaceful compared to his life on hell. Especially when he didn't have to listen to the cries of the damned or his siblings constantly bickering about Owen's current obsession with a certain angel

Life was simple on Earth. He could lounge in the sunlight for hours on end, he could play with the small spawnling Sam, and he could have cup after cup of a herbal concoction

The only issue was Sam's sire. He was irritating

But they had found a truce when Sam had become upset. They had been living peacefully ever since

Laying on the couch, Deckard let out a lazy purring noise as he enjoyed the newest piece of clothing Luke had given him. It was extremely soft and a different color compared to the other one

Sam was sitting on the floor in front of him, watching the magical box

"Sam, did you get all your chores done this week?" Luke called out from the kitchen

Deckard's pointed ears perked at that. What were chores?

"Yeah!" Sam jumped to her feet and raced to the kitchen. "I made sure to mark them off the chore chart!"

Deckard sat up and peeked over the back of the couch to watch the pair. They were looking at a board with writing on it

"Looks like you did!" Luke praised her and handed her something. "I believe you deserved this."

"Thanks, dad!"

Sam came back to the living room and plopped back down to watch the magical box. She opened the item and broke off a small piece

"Want to try some chocolate, Deck?"

Taking the piece between his claws, Deckard analyzed it. Seemed harmless. Popping it into his mouth, an explosion of pleasure ran through him

It was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted

He needed more

But he wasn't going to take Sam's treat away from her

Without another word, Deckard lifted himself off the couch. He was determined to get his own "chocolate"

Walking into the kitchen, Luke raised his head to stare at Deckard. Straightening his back and tucking his wings in, Deckard looked at the human

"I wish for some chocolate as well."

"Do some chores, then you can have some." Luke drawled

Deckard frowned

"What are chores?"

"You know, like cleaning up."

Deckard thought a moment before glancing around. Snapping his fingers, all the the tea bags he had left in the house that morning were gone

The human's eyes grew wide as he saw it. Deckard smiled smuggly and put his hand out

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Luke was quietly panicking as he saw the expectant look on the demon's face. If the demon could disappear tea bags, who knew what he could do to Luke if he didn't give him any chocolate

But the thing was, Luke didn't keep sweets in the house. This was his and Sam's cheat day, so he had only bought the candy bar

He didn't have anything else

Glancing around, he remembered the pack of M&Ms that he had bought himself. He didn't think he finished them

Grabbing his jacket, he checks the pockets and luckily found the packet with a few pieces left

He tipped the last few pieces in Deckard's clawed hands and watched as the demon slowly at one

It was almost adorable to see the excited look on the demon's face. He looked like a little kid who was given the world on a platter

"If cleaning means I get more chocolate, then I will do much more from now on." Deckard declared before leaving the kitchen

Luke wasn't sure how he felt getting a demon maid that wanted to be paid in chocolate

He only hoped he could use this to his advantage

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

#shobbs #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #hobbs and shaw #sam hobbs #demon au #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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shinebrite97 · 3 years

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Welcome Back to the Devildom - Part 3

read part 2 here

She wasn’t sure if it still technically counted as the same day when Yuri heard prominent footsteps approaching the catacomb, heavy shoes moved with authority and she stood up expecting to see Diavolo there, preparing herself for the look of sadness when he saw her again.

But it wasn’t him.

Seeing Lucifer again sent her heart racing. Her skin felt warm as she raised her head to meet his eyes. Those sharp dark eyes with the shock of red under the pupil, that same easy smile on his lips, the one that wordlessly reminded anyone who saw him that he was better than them.

“Yuri…” He said. “It’s been a while.”

“Lucifer.” She bowed her head respectfully before looking back up, meeting his eyes head-on almost like a challenge.

“Lord Diavolo told me that you were here, and yet I didn’t feel like I could believe it until I saw you for myself. And seeing as you’re back without the aid of magic, I can only assume the worst.” Yuri nodded sheepishly and hIs easy smile fell, lips stretching instead to a frown.

“Yuri Ivanov...Did you shoot yourself in the head?” He demanded.

“Yes,” She replied in a low voice. When no one said anything, she lowered her head away from their stares. “I wanted it to be quick…”

“Yuri…” Lucifer tsked. “Did you even think about your family? How they must feel? How could you do something so merciless?”

“Like you can talk about ‘mercy’, Lucifer!" She snapped, whirling around to face him. “My parents lost me for a full year, they thought I was dead… And then I just show up out of the blue with no memory of where I've been, and they're supposed to just accept that?" Her voice was cracking now and fresh tears fell from her eyes, each beat of her heart sent another wave of pain to the side of her head, but she didn't care now. She finally had what she needed. Someone to blame. He'd told her before, he was the one who chose her out of the files, and Diavolo hadn't thought to manipulate time in the human realm while she was gone.

With a resigned sigh, Lucifer nodded.

“I suppose you are right.” He said. “I never thought the day would come when I’d be scolded...by a human.”

“But…” Yuri sniffed as she dried the final tear that slid down her cheek . “I’m not a human anymore, am i?”

“You are not.” he replied with a smirk. “You are a demon now.”

“Just like you.” She said.

“Correct, thus my brothers and I can finally treat you equally without your human limitations.” He smiled. “For now It only feels right hat I start off with saying this.” He stepped back, expanding his arms just as Diavolo had done when she first arrived, with a sly smile he spoke again, this time his voice sounded lighter, more joking. Something she rarely ever heard from him. “

Welcome to the Devildom, Yuri.”

With a flick of his finger, he unlocked the cell that kept her in, letting the door hang open, she raced out and immediately rushed out and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him in for a hug.

“I missed you, Lucifer!”

He was taken aback by her haste. Hesitantly, he brought up his hand, unsure of where to place it, until he felt the soft smile force its way up and out across his lips. He patted her shoulder briefly before holding her at arm’s length.

“I have missed you as well, Yuri,” He replied. “But now we must return to RAD. My brothers have grown far too impatient, I believe they missed you more than I did.”

* * * * *

Lucifer led her through the threshold of the student council office, and the six demons froze. Conversations quickly ceased as they all glanced over, regarding her carefully. She stood before them, feeling like a sacrificial lamb among darkness, an oppressive energy that was only broken once Lucifer snapped his fingers.

“Come now,” He said. “You’re acting like I’ve just unleashed Cerberus.”

“Yuri?” Satan ventured as he stood up first.

“Yes, Satan?” She replied with a thin smile. He huffed out a sound that could almost pass for a chuckle, remembering her ability to find humor in that response, an irony that was so purely human, so purely Yuri. His chest tightened at the thought as he stood up, eager to embrace her once again.

“Hey!” Mammon barked. “Who said ya get to hug the human first?” He asked. “I’m her first guy, remember?

“You heard what Lucifer said. She’s not a human anymore, Stupid,” Belphegor replied, hopping out of his seat and rushing over for his turn. “The pacts don’t apply anymore.” His arms were tight around her waist, desperate it seemed, and for a moment, she expected the pain of suffocation, but the feeling didn’t come, even when he lifted her off the ground, holding her only by her ribcage. Once her feet were firmly back on the ground, Mammon was there, hands on his hips, with a cool look on his face.

“Hi Mammon.” She said.

“Don’t ‘hi’ me, baby demon,” He muttered. “Looks to me like I gotta remind these jerks who ya belong to.”

“Yeah, right…” Leviathan interrupted, elbowing Mammon aside. “Your turn’s up. Hey there Yuri-chan!” He grinned before pulling her into an embrace. Yuri let out a giggle as the weight of his chin came down on the top of her head.

“I missed you, Levia-tan!” She beamed.

“Y-you...did?” He asked.

“Of course I did!” She grinned, hugging his waist just a bit tighter. “I missed all of you so much!”

With the sudden warmth of the massive presence behind her, a familiar feeling overwhelmed her. A feeling of such content that it made her heart flutter, her eyes stung as fresh tears began to needle their way out, slipping fluidly down her cheeks as Beelzebub held onto her firmly.

“DOn’t cry, little Kitten,” Asmodeus simpered as he joined in on the impromptu group hug. His fingers in her hair caused her to hiss in pain, recoiling harshly from what Asmodeus thought was a gentle touch.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“Yuri,” Lucifer asked. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my head…” She said softly. Lucifer waved his brothers off of her, commanding her to stand still while he checked.

It was clear almost instantly what had happened, and how she had ended up here in the first place.

“Yuri…” Asmodeus murmured.

“Please, don’t judge me.” She replied softly. Her eyes were down, settled on Asmo’s shoes. The ringing pain in her temple still drummed to her pulse, and with the sensations of eyes all over her, the worry, judgement, and morbid curiosity encased her like a prison cell. All of their entangled emotions overwhelmed her, hitting like waves crashing down, threatening to knock her over.

“Hey Yuri…” Beel murmured as his hands slid up her arms, gently holding onto her shoulders. “Does it still hurt?” He asked.

“The pain isn’t so bad now,” SHe admitted. “He just accidentally touched it.” She felt something light on the back of her head, warm lips skirting dangerously close to the open wound, but Beel was careful, placing just a bit of pressure on the back of her skull to distract her from with waves of pain on the side.

"I did what I did as a last resort." Yuri scrunched her face as the pain intensified. Mammon held his hand out for her, flexing his fingers before she took hold. Her knuckles flushed white as her grip tightened.

“Wow, that pain must be really bad.” He murmured.

“It’ll heal,” Satan said, gently lifting her hair to take a better look. “But it will give her a devil of a migraine until it does.

“Hand her over, Beel.” Leviathan said quickly.

“What for?” He asked, holding on tighter to her.

“I’m going to clean the wound.” He replied with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not the Grand Admiral of Hell’s navy for nothing.”

Beelzebub obeyed silently, gently nudging Yuri over to Levi who held her carefully at arms length, taking in the damage before him.

“Let’s get you to the infirmary. I can fix you up there.” She nodded slowly, barely raising her head to meet his eyes, and glanced back as he led her out of the council room, throwing up her hand in a sheepish wave as the others watched on in worry.

“She’ll be fine.” Asmodeus said. “Levi may be an awkward otaku. But he’s right, he doesn’t have the position for nothing.”

* * * * *

"I didn't even know there was an infirmary," Yuri said as Levi opened the door for her.

"Of course there is," he replied. "Demons get hurt too." Yuri nodded, feeling it to be sound logic. After all, here she was three days after her death with a killer headache and a gaping hole in her temporal lobe.

"Why did you guys never bring me here when I was hurt before?"

"It wouldn't have helped." Levi explained as a light blush crept over his cheeks and onto his ears. "You were human then, and we're only stocked with demon supplies."

"I see." She replied. Yuri had never seen the inside of the infirmary when she was an exchange student at RAD, and upon first view it seemed like a regular old medical office. A few beds, a table with a host of soft tools, a cabinet with gleaming metals and sharps and lozenges of odd colors, as well as a few oddities, like a jar of eyeballs and another of firey red bugs.

A Little D stood on the tips of their pointy little toes on a rolling stool counting out a pile of small gray crystals, but other than them, there was no one else around. The little D stood up quickly, hobbling over to them and raised their spindly little arms in appraisal.

“Is that Miss Yuri?” They asked. “Back down here so soon?” It took her a moment to remember, but the red eyes in the center of the void and the matching ribbon on their hat gave it away immediately. It was the Little D of gluttony, one of the four lesser demons who worked with her on her tasks. Yuri smiled weakly at the greeting.

“What can I say, I missed everyone.”

Levi cleared his throat, interrupting the little reunion.

“I need some gauze pads and the antibiotic water, do you have any?”

They bustled about for a moment, hopping up onto the stool and then onto the counter, rummaging through cabinets and letting jars fall. With plastic clatters and cracks, Levi ducked down to catch the glass jar of eyeballs just before it shattered against the tile floor.

“Here it is!” They said, hopping down to hand it up to Leviathan.

“That’s some pretty serious stuff,” they said. “Any particular reason?” “Bullet wound.” Leviathan said.

“Bullet?” The little D asked. “We don’t have any… oh...oh Yuri…”

Is it really so bad? She thought. Why do a bunch of demons care so much that I committed suicide?

“I will take care of her.” Leviathan said. “Leave us to it.”

“Yes, Sir!” The little D said, hobbling back to the other side of the infirmary. Leviathan smiled as he sat down in front of Yuri, he rolled the stool closer to her and used a light touch to twist her head until he had the wound in better light.

It was ghastly, something he hadn’t seen himself since the war. Something so ghoulish on the face of the human he had become close to, an act he had never imagined this precious person would be capable of. So many questions swirled around in his head, but with each grim thought getting darker and darker, he cleared his throat, swallowed hard on the questions he would never ask her and smiled thinly.

“Keep your head here,” He said. “I’m almost done cleaning it, then I’ll put some gauze inside to avoid infection.”

“Thanks Levi.” She said.

“So did the purgatorial ghoul give you any trouble?” He asked.

“Ghoul?” Yuri responded. “Oh you mean the one who gave me my sentence,” She smiled. “No, they were trying to be sympathetic to me, probably because I was the youngest in the bunch.”

“I’m sure,” Levi replied. “Now hold still, I’m gonna go in with the gauze.”

She silently obeyed, keeping as still as she could while he worked. The air was wordless now as he concentrated. The feeling was strange. His touch was pleasant, but the coiled gauze entering the mushy mass of muscle and eroded skin made her shudder.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She replied with a shaky breath. “No pain, it’s just weird.”

“Next time don’t go blowing your brains out, baka...” He laughed as he taped up the final gauze to the outside. “There, all done.” He said.

“Thanks Levi,” She said.

She had stood up, gingerly reaching up to feel the bandages before turning to leave.

“Yuri…” He murmured.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Uh...nothing,” he quickly turned his gaze away, pink stains lit up his cheeks as he placed the back of his hand to his mouth, as if to conceal the words he hadn’t yet spoken. It was cute, she thought. He often did that when he felt embarrassed, just another little quirk that she never realized she’d missed so much.

And while the overwhelming urge to hug him hit her again, she kept her arms at her side. She knew how quickly he could clam up, and how uncomfortable he was with her spontaneous displays of affection.

“Let’s get you back home, Yuri…” He said.

“Home?” She asked.

“To the House of Lamentation!” He replied happily. “Or did you have enough of that place during your exchange?” Yuri giggled, stepping up beside him and trying to match his stride as they wandered down the corridors of R.A.D.

“I’m more than happy to be home.”

#CW: suicide mentioned #obey me! shall we date?#Obey me! Lucifer #Obey me! Mammon #Obey me! Leviathan #Obey me! Satan #Obey me! Asmodeus #Obey me! Beelzebub #Obey me! Belphegor #fanfic #angst #Obey me!OC #Part 3

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