#I didnt mean to turn that into a drabble

[moth-bells]

I cant get vampire brian out of my head Like imagining him being a vampire before he ends up how he does, and he doesnt want to hurt anyone, so he used to steal from hospitals and blood banks to get what he needed Until Tim finds out about him and tentatively offers to help And when shit hits the fan, Tim hasnt seen Brian at anypoint that he remembers, but hes seen that hooded motherfucker. He thinks Brian is gone for good.. Until theres a knock on his door. Tim answers it, not sure what hes gonna find, but he sure as shit didnt expect the guy with the hood and ski mask to collapse into his house. And hes freaked out, but this bastard isnt in any condition to hurt anyone. So he drags him in and hears the guy mumbling something. Tim cant hear a single god damn word the guy is saying, so he finally nuts up and pulls the mask up. At first, he doesnt recognize the man, but up and up that mask goes until he's horrified to see a too pale face. Its Brian. He looks like shit, like the time Tim found him and he hadnt managed to get any blood bags to drink from. Tim knows exactly what this is and like that he doesnt give a shit what Brian's done, hes unbuttoning his shirt to expose more of his throat. Brian's bordering on delirious, but Tim can hear him now. "No..I can't...I'll kill you.." Tim doesnt reply to that at first as he's sitting down on the floor and dragging his friend to sit up more. He's pressing Brian's face into his neck, letting him feel the heat of blood and the thumping of his heart. Buh-dum Buh-dum Buh-dum

"I dont care."

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ high school reunion

ex bf!oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: you meet oikawa again at your high school reunion. second chance romance, iwaizumi & mattsun & makki features, minor profanities. probably ooc.

pt.2 of this drabble

hq m.list | gen m.list

this was all iwaizumi's fault, and you were going to punch him later.

walking down the halls of aoba johsai, the school you once went to, was nostalgic and distressing at the same time. they've changed the locker layout, you note. and the graffiti that was once on the wall is gone too.

you try not to notice that your initials, next to OT, was gone too.

you didn't even want to come. as much as you enjoyed your time at aoba johsai, there were some memories you would rather not relive. but iwaizumi, persistent as ever, convinced you to tag along.

and it was nice, you supposed, to see mattsun and makki again.

but you hadn't realised—and neither did iwa, apparently—that a certain brown-haired individual was here as well.

in iwaizumi's defence, he had thought oikawa was still in argentina.

it's outside the history classroom when your eyes meet a pair of chocolate-brown ones.

the memories come rushing back.

"y/n, i've been accepted in the argentinean volleyball club."

"tooru, that's amazing! when did you find out?"

"last night. but y/n, you do know what this means, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"we can't be together anymore, y/n. i need to focus on my career, and the long distance will just make things harder."

...

"i'm sorry, y/n, i wish it didnt have to end this way—"

you feel as if your heart stops.

there's a lot of yelling at iwaizumi afterward.

"what the hell, iwa? you said he wouldn't be here today!"

mattsun and makki are snickering at iwaizumi's bewildered expression.

"what— he's not supposed to, he's supposed to still be in argentina—ow, stop hitting me!"

iwaizumi sounds sincere enough that you decide to believe him.

you take a deep breath.

"okay, now what do i do? it's not like i have a ride, i took the bus here—mattsun, stop laughing—"

"y/n, it's really not that big of a deal." iwa's voice is calming, allowing you time to breathe—right up until the meaning of his words sink in. but before you can interject angrily, he continues. "just go out there. i'll do my best to distract him, and you can hang out with makki, or something."

"hey." mattsun cuts in. "i'm here too, you know."

and when the four of you laugh, you decide that maybe you can do this.

you can't do this.

it's taking all of your self-control just to not look at him, let alone try and continue conversation with makki. you've lost count of how many times you've glanced over at tooru—and how many times he's met your eyes when you do.

unable to tear your eyes away from him, you decide to walk over to the food table.

you don't miss makki's sympathetic gaze as you walk away.

you're halfway drinking a glass of orange juice when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"y/n?"

it's only by sheer luck that you don't spill your drink all over yourself.

you turn around.

"oikawa."

and he visibly deflates at the last name. you almost feel bad, but you force the feeling away.

"it's... been a while," he starts, a little hesitantly. like he's unsure about what he's doing. like he's unsure he should even be talking to you.

"it has, hasn't it?"

your voice comes out colder than expected. but you can't help it; you can't help the way conversation is stilted around him now, when it used to be so easy.

he winces.

"listen, y/n, i'm really sorry about high school—"

"oh, you're sorry, are you?" you know you're being unfair, but the hurt is seeping through the cracks now. the cracks that are still there, even after years without seeing him.

"please hear me out, y/n." there's a desperate tone in his voice that makes you falter. "i need you to know that i've never hated myself more than when i left you here in japan."

you're silenced by the intensity in his voice. you're frozen; you don't trust yourself enough to speak, and no matter how hard you fought it, a little bit of you wanted to hear him out.

"i was young, and naïve, and i thought argentina was my best bet in making it big in volleyball, you know? i left because i thought it would be for the best, but i never knew how much it would hurt to leave. i know it's been years, but please, y/n, if there's even a little bit of you that can forgive me, i'll take it. i swear, i've never missed someone as much as i've missed you."

and he bows his head, shoulders shaking slightly, avoiding your gaze.

but the breaking point?

the point when your resolve breaks is when you see tears running down his cheeks.

and suddenly your hatred for him dissipates, just like that.

even after all these years, and you still have a soft spot for him.

when you leave the reunion with a now-unblocked number in your phone, you only have iwaizumi to thank.

[royharperwifey]

~♡~Roy Harper~♡~

–♡—>>Drabble<<-—♡–

Summary: Youre patching up Roy for the first time after patrol after just having found out he was a vigilante.

"Dumbass." You grumble as you clean a large scrape your boyfriend he has on his back. His muscles flex and tense as you dab it with alcohol swabs.

"Son of a– can you please be gentler?" Roy asks.

"No. Bitch. You come home at 2am in the damn morning with bruises and cuts. And you only tell me you're vigilante now?? When were you gonna tell me? The honeymoon?" You ask.

"Maybe." Roy says and you can hear the smirk without even seeing his face. You clean his scrape a little extra roughly.

"Ow! Bitch." He hisses, breath shaky.

"What did you just call me?"

"The best girlfriend ever. Thank you for cleaning my wounds, baby." He forces a smile.

Your gaze softens a little and you lean forward to peck his chapped lips. You'd tease him about having sandpaper for lips, but he immediately pulls the bottom one into his mouth and bites down when you pull away. Clearly the cleaning is painful.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You say instead.

"I didnt want you getting hurt. The more people know, the more in danger those people are. I mean I would never forgive myself if something happened to you or Lian on account of me having told you too soon." Roy says, his voice genuine.

You dont say anything as you continue nursing his cuts and scrapes. You do his face last and you press your lips in a supple kiss on his forehead once he's all done. Your hands rub up and down his shoulders and upper arms as the kiss lingers.

You can feel the tension leaving his body and the fatigue of the night of patrol setting in. You guide the taller man to the bathroom and draw him a bath. Once you've helped him in, you turn to leave, but he grabs your finger like a child.

"Can you stay?" He asks. "Will you join me?" He adds, with no gleam of mischief in his eyes. You nod and get undressed.

His eyes take in your form with no trace of lust but only pure adoration.

"Youre so beautiful, baby." He whispers once you get in. Your back is to his chest and he pulled you to sit between his legs, arms around your middle and his chin on your shoulder.

His lips press chaste, lazy kisses over the bare skin of your shoulders, neck and back and your cheeks and the top of your head. His hands stay planted around your waist, but one comes up to grab a boob and you laugh a little.

"Perv."

"Your perv." He whispers in between kisses.

After a nice relaxing bath, the two of you get out and you climb into bed while Roy looks at a photo of you, him and Lian at the park that's been frames outside of Lian's bedroom. He remembers how sick Lian had gotten that night with a flu and she had called you 'mommy' for the first time ever and you didn't hear it. Lian hasn't said it since but the memory makes Roy smile.

He softly walks into Lian's pink room and kisses his little girl's forehead. She stirs, but doesn't wake. When Roy gets back to the room, you're already tucked in and exhausted. He climbs into bed, careful of his cuts and bruises and the massive scrape on his back. He pulls you to his chest and kisses your neck softly, murmuring a soft good night before falling asleep.

[comesatimecomesashadow]

wintery night w/ yan!capitano

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the snow outside fell gracefully, the wind carrying the small white particles with little to no effort as the blizzards of Snezhnaya went on. the cold reached the inside of the manor even though the windows blocked the brunt of the eternal winter from you. at times, it was easy to get lost in the eternal snow. especially when you were not used to so much of this weather.

as you gazed out of the window, parting the long, navy curtains just a little to peak outside at the blizzard, your husband stood at the doorway of the ballroom. he would often find you here in silence, he figured that maybe it helped you cope.

but he could be selfish at times, like now.

"Dove." he addressed, his voice oddly soft but still stern. you, however, paid him no mind and kept your gaze on the outside of the window. "What is it? .. Do you need something?" reluctantly, you shifted your gaze from the blizzard, to the storm in your own life — your husband.

though.. nowadays he seemed more like a refuge than a storm. but you had yet to give in.

the harbinger walked into the ballroom towards you. his footsteps on the lacquered wooden floor resounded throughout the room. a year ago you would have stepped back, this time you found yourself almost anxious to be in his arms.

"You've been distant as of late." your husband was never one to beat around the bush. like his sword, his words pierced any and all doubt from your mind. "Are you perhaps missing Natlan?"

with a sigh, you glanced back at the snow outside. such a lonely sight.. "It is much colder here.. I am unfamiliar with it." being the observant man he was — and your husband as well — he knew your words had more meaning than you led on.

"if you are cold, you need only come to me for warmth. for i shall provide you with any and everything you desire." his words were like obsidian. unbreakable, completely trustworthy. in just a short year of his life, he managed to make himself seem reliable, despite the fact that you very well knew the truth of who he was.

but in this lavish prison, who else were you to rely on — if not your very own captor-turned-husband? who else was supposed to tend to your every ailment and whisper words of reassurance when you felt hopeless? who else was to be the fire that cradled your shivering form as you struggled in this foreign environment?

who else was to soothe the aches of your heart..?

capitano could sense your resignation. it had been a long time coming, he was starting to wonder just when exactly you would give in and change the way you viewed him. reluctantly, you stepped away from the window, the navy curtains closing as you made your way to him.

without a word, he welcomed you into his arms. you laid your head against his chest as he cradled you in his warm embrace. his arms were less like a rope that suffocated you and more like the inviting arms of a husband concerned for his lover.capitano had been waiting for this moment, he had been patient in his pursuits. and as the saying went: good things did in fact come to him. for the first time, you returned his embrace and he could feel the way your body craved him.

his warmth. his touch.

capitano held you close and softly ran his hand over your hair while holding you. "i will be your warmth in the blizzard, i shall never leave you." with these words, you found yourself almost able to drift off the sleep in his arms.

while his touch consumed you, like a fire to a field of grass, you found yourself forgetting about the blizzards outside. suddenly, they didnt matter as much. they faded to the dark corners of your mind..

where you would never once think of them again.

・❥・m.list

(sorry im making so many drabbles im 2 tired to make an actual post TwT)

[artslovergirl]

Stanford!art as a secret admirer pleaaaaase

hiii! sorry this took me literally a month to finish i am still not very good at keeping a drabble a drabble and this one really got away from me but i promise in the future that hopefully wont be the case....anywhoo! enjoy! (ty for being my first request ever!) also shoutout to diya for helping me a bit with characterizing art having a crush on someone! mwah!

admittedly, art felt like a creep. not enough to stop sneaking glances at you across the lecture hall but definitely enough to feel hot shame crawl up his neck whenever you would accidentally meet his eye contact.

he quickly glanced away and stared back at the blackboard, trying to pretend that's what he had been looking at all along.

he began fiddling with his pen, pushing the plastic end of it nervously against his lips. he could feel your eyes on him for a few moments longer before turning back around to face the professor.

great. now you probably actually thought he was a creep. which is not exactly how he planned your first form of contact to go.

...alright, to be fair, he never had an exact plan in the first place? but "make awkward eye contact" wouldn't have been a part of it. that's for sure.

he was a little out of his element here. stanford was a hell of a lot bigger than mark rebellato was.

back there, most of the girls knew him, sometimes even liked him already or he had patrick as his wingman. (or when it came to tashi, competition.) but here? he felt so unsure all of a sudden. it felt like all of the experience he had with dating seemed completely useless.

when he first saw you, he was still pretty infatuated with tashi. but that doesnt mean he didnt notice how hot you were. as more time passed the more he realized that tashi and patrick were apprently locked in (go figure the dude finally learns commitment just in time. read bitterness.) and the more he saw you, the more he heard you talk in class, the more he saw you laugh with your friends, the more you wouldnt leave his mind. not to mention how fucking smart you were. well, are.

the lecture ended and as always you were one of the first people out the door. you were always in a rush. or maybe you just had another class all the way on the other side of campus?

he wondered what your major was. he wondered if you knew he played tennis. he wondered if it would even impress you if you found out. he hoped it would.

---

art was sitting in the cafeteria stabbing his fork into his salad that consisted of like 70% veggies and 30% eggs.

he had to say, he was definitely getting sick of eggs at this point. he took a small sip of his gatorade.

usually, he drank blue, but he decided to try red today. maybe because it was patrick's favorite flavor or maybe because he needed at least a little change in routine.

unfortunately, as he went to place the bottle back down on the table, he almost knocked it over as soon as he suddenly noticed you standing by the vending machine. and then turning around. and.. walking towards him? holy shit.

at first, he thought you would just walk past him, but you stopped at his table. he didn't know if he believed in god, but at that moment, he certainly felt like a favorite.

"hey," you smiled politely, "sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a quarter? that thing doesn't seem to take nickles." you nodded your head towards the vending machine at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"uh." his brain tried to play catch up. "um, yeah, let me check." he let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't sound so nervous, but it sounded more like he was wheezing. he pulled out his wallet, ripped apart the velcro, and checked. he silently celebrated when he noticed he did, in fact, have a few quarters. "yeah, how many do you need?" he looked up at you. his cheeks felt hot.

"oh, just one is fine." he nods, and suddenly, in front of your presence, it seems a lot harder to properly grab the quarter from his wallet. he does manage, though, and as he hands it to you, he feels your fingers brush against his palm.

as if transferred from your fingertips to his palm it felt like a surge went through his body, traveling through his arteries and sparking at the tips of his fingers and toes. you hand him your nickels in exchange. before you could turn to leave, he quickly interjected, "we're in the same class, right? english literature?"

he didnt know where he was going with this, he just wanted to keep talking to you.

your eyes flashed with recognition.

"oh, yeah! art, right? you sit behind me?" you knew his name. "yeah, yeah, that's right." he nodded, his fingers drummed against the table. there was a short lull in the conversation as he desperately tried to grasp for anything to talk about that wouldn't seem like he was hitting on you (even though he kind of was.)

"so, uh, this is actually good timing because i've been sorta meaning to talk to you anyway?" his lips pulled into a familiar charming lopsided smile.

"oh, really?" you tilted your head. "yeah." he nodded, his hand going to fidget with curls on the back of his neck that stuck out of his backwards cap.

"i, uh, need some help with some of the material, and, you know, you're so good-"

"oh, i'm not that-"

"nah, c'mon no need to be modest," there's that grin again, "i don't think i've ever seen you get a question wrong."

you huff, feeling embarrassed at the unexpected praise, "well, it's literature, so it's all interpretation, it's hard to be outright wrong."

"see, that answer just confirms it." he says.

you chuckle, finally giving in and accepting the compliment. "so..you want my help then?" he nods. he really prayed you would say yes because this was really his only plan on how to get to know you.

you mulled over it for a few seconds. then you nodded. "yeah, okay, let me give you my number and we can figure out the details later. i got another class in like-" you glanced back at the clock, "shit, 3 minutes."

you hastily ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook scribbled a number on it and left it on the table. "oh, and thanks for the quarter!" you yelled back (even though you didn't even get to use it) before booking it out of the cafeteria. guess he was right about you always being in a rush.

---

4:58 pm. 2 more minutes till you'd knock at his door. art did another once over of his room. now he wasn't exactly a messy guy but he had to admit his dorm had never been this clean before. actually maybe it was too clean...would you think that was weird? like would you think he was a neatfreak? girls probably weren't into that.

he began messing up his bedsheets just a little so it wouldnt look like he had just spent the past three hours obsessively cleaning every inch of his dorm. even though thats exactly what he did.

it was a pretty small room but you'd be surprised how long it can take to clean if you're doing a real deep clean. not to mention the pain in the ass that doing laundry in college was.

he did all of this because, keeping true to your word, you did make plans with him to help him out with some of the reading.

you : does 5pm on saturday work 4 u?? :-)

art : Yeah, I'm totally free!!

(in hindsight the two exclamation points were probably a bit much.)

just as he was about to check out his hair for the 5th time today, there was a knock on the door. he glanced at the little digital watch on his wrist. 5pm sharp. wow, you were punctual. was it weird that he found that hot?

art quickly brushes a few unruly curls that were sticking out of his backwards cap away with his fingers before moving to open the door.

---

"so, what's the exact stuff you're having trouble with?" you peered at him from his bed, which you were sitting on, which he was being very cool about.

you had asked him if it was okay to sit there after you had exchanged a few pleasantries and then chatted for about 10 minutes.

it was mostly about class at first, then turned into more personal topics. you asked him if he was on the tennis team, because of all the..well..tennis gear in his room.

he nodded and told you about his tennis scholarship. you chuckled and said you had never really watched any matches at stanford so far, but you'd like to see him play.

he really tried to not seem overly enthusiastic about that but he did tell you the exact time and date of his next match.

apparently, you thought the sport seemed "really impressive". ( i.e. you were impressed. i.e. you were impressed by him playing tennis. or that's at least how he heard it.)

then, after he found out you were an english major, which wasn't a surprise, you finally brought up the topic of studying.

he spun in his desk chair, to face you.

"just some of this..interpretive stuff...i feel like i never know what the professor wants to hear from me." he tapped the end of his pen against the book he was holding. "well.." you shifted into a cross-legged postion, you were wearing shorts and he was trying really hard not to stare at your legs.

"you probably shouldnt be thinking about that in the first place, you know, what the professor wants to hear? you should think about what you actually got from the book." he knew this was pretty standard advice but when you said it, it sounded like the most intelligent, world-changing thing he'd ever heard.

"riiight...what if i didnt get anything from it?" he smiled sheepishly, leaning his head on his hand. you scrunched up your nose and playfully rolled your eyes, "oh, come on, how can you read classic literature and not get anything from it? i don't believe that."

you scooted forward a little. a little closer to him. a nervous chuckle left his lips, his gaze swept back and forth between you and the book before settling on you.

truth be told, he was doing fine, at least grade-wise, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like he was striving to become an english professor, he mostly decided to take this class on a whim. but the part about struggling with interpretations was true, it just maybe wasn't necessarily a dire enough situation to require your help...

"well, maybe youre not asking yourself the right questions before you read." you hummed, gently tapping your finger against your leg. "can i see your notes?"

art panicked a bit at that. he wasn't sure why, but suddenly someone looking at his notes felt oddly intimate. you would be able to read the bits and parts of the book he regarded as important enough to jot down. what he liked. what he didn't like. perhaps it was a little intimate.

he tried to play it casual, though, and nodded as he handed you his english lit folder. his nerves only got worse the longer you took to read through them.

then suddenly, you smiled and nodded a little bit before looking up at him again. he prayed that you couldn't see the way his heart was trying to escape his ribcage right now.

"you know, you couldve just asked me out."

before his brain could even process that sentence, his mouth seemed to go into immediate action to splutter out some kind of denial in order to salvage this, "what? i- no, no, that's not- i mean, seriously why would-"

"i mean, i wouldn't have said no. like you didn't have to pretend to need my help. you clearly don't need it-" you gently tossed his folder back onto the desk. "-plus you're cute."

he didn't move for a good few seconds until he finally caught up to what had just happened.

now, this would've been the moment where he would've liked to be really cool and smooth in his response, but instead what happened was: "um..so then are we..like are you.."

in his defense you kind of caught him off guard. like completely. he had had a plan. how the study sessions would transition into friendship, and then maybe, hopefully at some point would transition into dating. he was a patient guy, really, and you had just skipped like...everything.

"are you free tomorrow?" you asked, as you stood up to grab your bag. wow, you were really taking the wheel at this point. and he discovered that he had shockingly little problem with that.

"uh, yeah, yeah i'm free..like all day." he did have training in the morning but he truly would skip it just this once if it came down to it.

"2pm?"

"sure."

"i'll text you?"

"okay."

"so..it's a date?"

you had stood up from the bed and were suddenly already on your way out. probably because you could tell he needed a minute.

"yeah, a date." he nodded with a (almost lovestruck) smile he hadn't even noticed had snuck its way unto his lips. you reciprocated with an equally excited grin, "cool."

before he knew it, the door had clicked shut, and he was alone again. he felt warm.

"cool."

[justevelynnnn]

I’ll always love you.

Pairing: Logan howlett x reader

Summary: Logan has a nightmare and hurts you in his sleep. This is a short story of that and the aftermath.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of blood, Logan stabbed you in your sleep, Profanity, Cigar smoking, mention of the scene where wolverine gets his adamantium skeleton. (Written with fem!reader in mind but no she/her pronouns are used or feminine features are mentioned)

A/N: this started off as a drabble but tbh it got a bit longer than i expected so 😭 but anyway, i love this plot so of coursee, my turn!

He was in the tank again.

It was the same nightmare every other week. Or, one of them. But this was the worst one of them all.

Suffocating. Confused. Scared?

He felt it all again.

He could never, ever describe what metal covering your skeleton feels like but it’s a horrible, disgusting feeling.

As he rose and roared angrily from the water, tubes fell out his body. He gets hit with a bullet to the head and he fiercely turns to the source, growling animalistically. There are more gun shots as he jumped out, screaming. Oh, and of course…Fucking Stryker.

Stryker. Stryker. Stryker.

Of course, the nightmare version of this event is more intense feeling. His heart was racing. His mind. His feet. Adrenaline is pumping through his veins. Everything is on fire.

Then suddenly, he’s in a dark room.

Still yelling and thrashing, he doesn’t stop until he comes to finally seconds later. Oh, it was a nightmare. Not real. Though, the screams still echo in his head.

And then he hears a soft, “Logan….”

He looks down.

You’re laying there, under him. There are tears in your eyes as you held his…wrists with..his claws…in…your….sides..

His heart drops. Blood runs cold. He feels like he’s gonna be sick.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck-

He mouths, “No…no no no…”

“Logan, it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re…” A pained groan from you interrupted yourself. “…okay. I’m here.”

He frantically pulls his claws out and sits there, looking at you in pure horror. Heart pounding still as guilt washed over him. Consuming his entire soul.

Luckily, for the both of you, you also had a healing factor..just not as good as his…it took twice as long for you to heal.

But you were prepared for this moment anyways. You knew one day…he’d wake up like this. That you’d wake up like this. You practiced what you would say and do. Remain calm and ground him. Remind him he’s okay and that you two are far from any enemies.

Logan looked at the blood covering his hands once he unsheathed his claws. Looked at you once more and then back at his own hands.

“I’m already healing, Logan. It’s gonna be okay. It was an accident.” You sit up in bed, even though it was horribly painful still, and rub his shoulders trying to relax him.

“..i…i..hurt you.” He softly said looking into your eyes.

“It was an accident.”

“I hurt you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to, Lo.”

He bit his lip, holding back a sob. Still, a tear escaped his eye.

You hugged him solfty, not minding the sweat covering his skin and clothes, and rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry…i’m sorry baby i-“

You hear him finally break down a bit as his voice hitched. You rub his back more telling him it’s okay. You’re okay.

“I know, you’d never do it on purpose Logan…i forgive you. Look, I’m already halfway healed…it won’t even scar..” You pull back and gently held his face and kiss his forehead.

He sighed.

“Wanna stay up with me? Wash the sheets and sit outside a bit?” You smiled.

He nods. “I’m so sorry.”

You don’t respond as you get out of bed, pain on your sides quickly fading. You pull him with you and you both start pulling off the blood soaked sheets quietly.

Once everything is in the washer you sit with him on the couch in the dark, cuddled next to him as he smoked a cigar to calm his nerves.

“That was my worst nightmare.” He said softly as he took a long drag.

“I know..but i know you didnt mean too. You’ve been through a lot it was bound to happen at some point… and plus, i’m better now..”

“I…I dunno why you put up with me.”

“Because I love you. ‘Cause i know deep down you have a good soul.”

He huffed at this and smiled as he said, “Love, huh?”

“Yes, love. All of it. Your scars, your personality, just…you.”

Silence filled the room once more. He put the cigar out and laid it on the table then looked away.

“I’m just..scared. Of losing you. Are you sure? About us? This? I don’t want to hurt you anymore…i-“

“Logan, look at me.”

He turned to face you. Face unreadable as usual but you knew he felt worry.

“I’ll never leave you. And i’m so sure about us. 100%. You don’t have to be scared of anything considering that anymore. Okay? I’ll always love you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment but then he closed the distance. Hugging you tightly. A soft thank you came from him moments later.

That night you two fell asleep on the couch in each others arms.

[m4yasnotthatcool]

SID JENKINS X F!READER

angst + comfort hc fic drabble thingy

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(a/n) nobody requested this, i just made one of my friemds choose 1 or 2 to figure out if i wanna write for sid or freddie, made her choose the format and the genre and then i left her alone😽🎀 (luv u pooks<3)

also girl im listening to some fuck ahh the nbh rn, kill me (i love it, i chose it)

warnings: profanity (its skins, what did you expect?), reader has boobs (very silly goofy, ik.), i think it could be read as gn reader but when i wrote it i had myself in mind so... f!reader?..., also michelle and tony are brefly memtioned at one point (as chelle and tone iykyk), also might contain spoilers(as in, it does contain spoilers)

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•summer is a season both you and your boyfriend, sid, hate dearly;

•you still had sleepovers, only at this time of the year, the heat left over from the day before made it unbearable to sleep like you usually did (which was usually one of you on top of the other if im being honest);

•so here you sat now, layed out on sids bed, a thin sheet covering one of your legs and your lower abdomen, trying to maybe get at least an hour or two of shut eye before the sun would rise once again;

•sitting there, you felt your boyfriend shuffle in his sleep. you didnt think much of it seeing as he often moved while sleeping, until you felt his arm thrown across your abdomen;

• you let him be, thinking that was going to satisfy his yearning for physical contact, but you were wrong;

•not even a couple of minutes later, he rested his head on your chest while his arms hugged you, his hands interlocking behind your back;

•you tried desperately to cool off, kicking the sheets off of your body. unfortunately your attemptes fell unsuccesfull as the obvious heat sorce sitting on top of you had not moved;

•gently lifting him up and laying him next to your spot on the bed, you got up. "ugh, wanker..." you looked at the sleeping teenager next to you. some sheets tangled between your legs made you trip but you cought yourself on his desk, knocking over a few late assignments he had yet to turn in. "well, its not like he would ever get to doing them anyway" you tought as you regained your composure and left the room heading for the stairs.

•you now sat on top of the counter of his kitchen, a glass of cold water in hand from which you periodicly took small sips;

•the only thing you could focus on was the ice cold water sooting your agony as it seemed to indeed help you cool off after the encounter with the sleeping form of your boyfriend;

•"there you are" you heard sids voice come from behind you, a sheepish smile plastered on your face at the tought that his first concern after waking up was you;

•"oh, NOW you wake up" you giggle to yourself as you feel his elbow resting next to you on the counter;

•"what do you mean?" he asks you, tiredness evident in his tone "i mean, yea, ive been sleeping good, but did you try to wake me up or something?";

•"nah, didnt wanna interupt your beauty sleep" you nudge his side playfully "god knows you need it"; "it was just too hot up there, especially with you resting your head between my tits";

•he gasped dramaticly "i would never do such a thing!" ... "sid you and me both know you stare at 'chelles tits whenever we see her and tone' so cut the bullshit" "yea, youre right, im looking at yours right now and they look..." you punch his arm as a warning to not continue what he planned to say;

•"sid, hon, its hot as bollox back in your room, so as much as im flatered by your comments on my great personality id prefer we sleep a little farther apart tonight. you know, just so i dont spontaneously combust while you focus on my boobs on eather side of you head";

•sid slightly laughes before pausing. "can we... go back to bed please?" he avoids your gaze after saying that, making you drop your teasing tone. "sure sid" you say as you hop down from where you were sitting, placing the glass near the sink"are you okay?" you ask your boyfriend,

•"yea, why wouldnt i be?";

•"well, for starters you not only woke up, vut also got out of bed? at 4 am? you?";

•"i didnt know where you went, okay? i just..." he sighed and looked at the floor "i dreamt i lost you too, you know?";

•"well shit..." you murmur as you aproach the boy in front of you;

•you reach out your hands, cupping his face to make him look at you; "look, im here, see? im fine, you dont need to worry, okay?" you say as you reach on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck before letting yourself fall to your normal height once again;

•"yea... i know" he smiled down at you before continuing "so... can we go now?";

•"sure dude" you smiled back at the boy in front of you before taking his hand and leading him back to his room upstairs;

•its safe to say you didnt get much sleep that night, seeing as he climbed on top of you once again as soon as he feel back asleep, but you didnt get up again; sure, you did try to push him off of you a couple of times, but seeing his persistence you gave up quickly;

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random ahh hc:

after his mom leaving and his dad dying, bro was an emotional wreck;

he became even more clingy than before, trying to somehow make sure you wont leave him too;

so, in return, you had to make sure he knew how much you cared for him;

you know how he followed tony everywhere? and how he showed up at his house? yea, well scratch that, youre his tony now. he shows up at your house unnanounced and ends up sleeping with you on your bed just because he feels like it. like, this of the codependency between him and tony and youve got the general idea of how hed act and what hed do. (their relationship was nothing if not low key homo erotic. well, at least on tonys part ig-);

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okay so thats it guys omg

(i havent written anything in a very long time so im sorry if its ass lmao)

anyway, feel free to point out any spelling mistakes or anything like that, i really dont mind

other than that, have a great rest of your day/night!

[jayinserenity]

@wyrm-clangen It didnt end up as "Technical" as you said, but here is the result of your dare for me to write that drabble of Daisysnap coming up with baby-appropriate sex ed.

How did I get bullied into this? Daisysnap wondered as he fought not to hiss when Jumblekit’s little claws dug into his flank, his weight kicking off of Daisysnap as he chased after Peakkit and Moonkit. Little Cloverkit, still getting used to playing with the older litter, was chirping to herself, batting some leaves and herb scraps she’d found in his fur. Their mothers were getting a checkup with Ferretlily, and Ferret told him since he wasn’t in training anymore, he could take on other tasks. He knew she was enjoying this a little too much.

Not that his niblings were bad. No, while he might not be vocal about it, he adored his older brother’s kits. Jumblekit’s troublemaking reminded him of Ivyshine in a way that made his heart hurt a little bit. She had the same skill to leave cats bemused as opposed to annoyed… most of the time. Peakkit and Moonkit each reminded him of their parents in different ways. Moonkit may look more like Eddymist, but her tendency to lead from the front of the gaggle of kits reminded him of his brother. Peakkit was similarly daring, but in the way that he backed Moonkit and Jumblekit up in whatever his sisters did. Jumblekit irritated Raggedspeckle? Peakkit was there to help her talk her way out of it. Moonkit claiming she’d fight a fox? Peakkit was on board without question.

He wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he’d do anything to help his niblings have the happy childhood he and his brothers missed out on.

“Daisy! Daisy! You’re a med’cine cat!” He turned his head then from watching Jumblekit pretending that Cloverkit’s little herb pile was secretly stinging nettle, making the little molly giggle. The other two kits perked up as well when Moonkit and Peakkit bounded back into their little corner of camp. He raised a brow.

“Yeah, I’m a medicine cat… but you know that. So what do you want?” He gave his niece a suspicious look, earning a smug smirk in response. She was too smart for her own good.

“How are kits born?” His mind skidded to a halt in surprise at the brazen question, unflinching even under his questioning look. Peakkit was nodding along, eager to back his sister up, and little Cloverkit had perked up from her spot next to his tail and was looking between them.

“... why ask me? Shouldn’t you ask you mom, or your dad?” He deflected, glancing at the entrance to the medicine den where Ferretlily was talking happily with the two queens, no where near done their check up, damn it.

“We did.” Jumblekit answered, still absorbed with Cloverkit’s leaf pile, barely paying attention.

“Mama said we gotta get bigger and Papa said the mamas eat ‘em! Rain said you know what Really happens tho!” Moonkit filled in, her and Peakkit coming to sit on either side of Cloverkit, the three giving him earnest looks of curiosity, and a little mischief from the sly little molly. Daisysnap frowned, considering his options.

Option 1: Tell them to listen to their mom and get out of it, but disappoint his beloved niblings (and Cloverkit who was stupid cute and hard to disappoint)

Option 2: Tell them their dad is right, but that means saying Swish was right and lying to the kits, neither of which was acceptable

Option 3: … tell them… which meant probably confusing and maybe lightly freaking them out, but also had the benefit of mortifying his brother and sister as their kits would now go around telling everyone they know how kits are made…

“... A’ight,” He agreed, shrugging. “But you’re gonna hate it.” The kits cheered, Jumblekit leaving the leaf pile to join her littermates in encircling the younger Cloverkit, who still looked hilariously confused, if curious and eager. He glanced over at the queens and Ferret again once more, still a long checkup left if their relaxed smiles said anything, and Swish was on hunting patrol and wasn’t due back for a bit so…

“So, your dad was wrong, first off. No one eats anyone to make kittens.” He had to fight not to laugh at the outright shock on their faces at Swish being wrong and Daisysnap being so confident about it. “There is, however, a ritual.” Their faces lit up again.

“What kind of ritual!”

“This is where you Mom is right, and it’s not something for little ears, you do need to get bigger to learn about it, but-” he cut in before the older kits could whine to hard. “When you are old enough, if you still want to know, I will tell you. You’ll still hate it, but I’ll tell you.” Moonkiit and Jumblekit looked at each other, having a silent conversation, then Peakkit, confirming the answer. Then they whispered something conspiratorial to Cloverkit and the four begrudgingly agreed to his terms.

“So, when two cats want to have kits, they do this ritual, and if all the… parts are right and everything goes well, then one of them becomes pregnant, which is when the kits are growing in a cat’s belly.” He gestured to his own belly for example. “Your moms were pregnant with you lot not long ago.”

“But… what parts have to be right?” Jumblekit asked, head cocked askance and brow furrowed. Daisysnap hesitated then.

“... well, one cat has to be born a molly and one cat has to be born a tom.”

“But Papa said you guys had two Mamas.” Oh sweet Starclan he was being asked about his own conception.

“We did. Uh… theres a couple of ways that two mollies or two toms can have kits, even though you need one cat born each way.” The kits were looking absolutely baffled now, almost worried? Daisysnap was almost regretting this choice now, cause he couldn’t back down, but what was appropriate for little kits like them?

“So… you know how Wheatstalk isn’t a molly or a tom?” The kits nodded, still frowning. “Well, some cats are born a molly, but they aren’t a molly in their heart so they might be a tom or neither. Same with a cat who is born a tom but is a molly in their heart or neither. If a tom who was born a molly and a tom who was born a tom want to have kits, they can, same with a molly who was born a molly and a molly born a tom.” He paused for a bit, letting hte kits process that information and waiting for the inevitable questions.

But instead after a few moments of thinking the kits just nodded and looked back at him to continue. Stars kits were so cool. Just accepted without question.

“So if two cats who were born as mollies, or even a molly who doesn’t have a mate, want to have kits, they need to have a cat who was born a tom to help them. That’s called being a donor. On the other side, if one or two cats born a tom wants to have kits, they need a cat born a molly to be something called a surrogate.”

“How come you need one of each?” Cloverkit piped up, frowning in confusion but attention rapt.

“Well each has a job to make a kit.” Daisysnap answered, feeling more in the swing of the conversation. “Cats born as toms, during that ritual, do something that plants a seed that will grow into kits in cats born as mollies. Cats born as mollies carry the kits in their bellies until they’re grown enough.”

“Then what?” Peakkit asked.

“Then the cat carrying, like you Mama, starts feeling different because their body is ready to help them bring the kits into the world, in the clans Medicine cats will help with that too, as well as checkin on Mamas while the kits are growing. Then the kits are here.” The kits nodded then. Looking like they were digesting the information, and Daisysnap glanced over to their moms again.

Only to find a mortified looking Swishbeam staring at him in horror, a bemused Eddymist leaning against him talking happily with an equally amused and fond Chirp and Ferret.

“Anymore questions you can ask mom and dad.” He finished up, nodding to the parents and sending squealing kits scurrying to greet their Papa and Mamas and tell them all about the cool things Daisysnap was teaching them. Daisy gave Swish a little smirk when Peakkit started bombarding him with questions, but subsided a little when Ferret came over and light batted at his ear with a smile. “... I think I kept it appropriate.” He muttered. He wouldn’t tell her outright, but he was a little worried he’d overstepped. Eddymist and Chirp seemed fine with it, but he didn’t know if it was okay for him to share that with the kits.

“You did well. Maybe you should be the one to tell the older apprentices about the birds and the bees. I’m not sure my delivery fit the last batch.” Daisysnap snorted, remembering the horrified looks on Seedgorse, Marcy, and Turtlefreckle’s kits faces after Ferretlily’s lecture. It had, apparently, gotten very technical, and a little more graphic than they’d anticipated.

“As long as you talk about birth, I don’t think I can stop myself from laughing if someone makes the same face Midnightwing made, or looks as terrified as Meadowrunner did.” Ferretlily swatted at him again, soft pawed and purring, and he purred back as they padded off to check on their other patients. Maybe he would take over, if only to see Rosemarybloom and Conepaw look as mortified as the last ones had.

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hi hello u are so talented, i love ur stuff!

if u feel like it, could u do a drabble where highborn!reader accidentally calls sandor ser before they leave and he spends the rest of the day thinking about it? pre established, secret relationship style, smexual tension with fluff? he thinks reader is riling him up and reader’s like “no i just actually hold u in rlly high regard” which makes it worse (better) for him lolol

or just have fun with it! tysm and have a nice week regardless!!! <333333

thanks so much! <3 and oh im eating this scenario up.

my masterlist

summary: a secret meeting in the dead of night turns heated when words slip, and sandor is left struggling to keep his distance. things escalate quickly, but neither of you are backing down now.

word count: 807

a/n; i didnt write for like 3 weeks this feel like ASS im sorry

tags: secret meeting, sexual tension, forbidden romance, flirting

you didn’t mean to say it. it just… slipped.

the moon was barely hanging in the sky when you met him outside the stables, the cold air biting at your skin, but you didn’t care. the secrecy was always a part of it, always had to be. but when you saw him, broad and looming, the flickering torchlight catching his face just right, the words left you before you could stop them.

“ser,” you greeted, barely a whisper, your eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second. just enough for him to hear it.

for a split second, he froze. just stood there, like someone had punched him in the gut. his gaze locked on you, hard and sharp.

“ser?” his voice was low, rough, and it sent a chill down your spine. “you’ve never called me that.”

you swallowed, your heart racing. it was just an accident, wasn’t it? it had slipped out in the heat of the moment, as always, a stupid little title to keep things in line. “i was just—being polite,” you said quickly, stepping closer to him, your fingers brushing the edge of his cloak like it was nothing. “you know, formality and all that.”

he didn’t look convinced. in fact, he looked like he was about to bite your head off. “polite,” he repeated, his voice getting darker, “right.”

you tried to lighten the mood, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “it’s just a title, sandor. it doesn’t mean—”

“doesn’t mean what?” he cut you off, his voice rising, rougher now, the words thick with something more than irritation. “you think you’re foolin’ me?” his gaze never left yours, burning with a quiet fury you hadn’t expected.

you stopped yourself, suddenly aware that your words were slipping past your control. 

god, how did it get this tense so quickly?

“look,” you started again, voice softer this time. “i didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“oh, it’s already fuckin’ weird,” he muttered under his breath, but you could see his fingers twitch like he was fighting the urge to grab you, to do something else entirely.

you couldn’t help but smirk, taking another step closer, letting your voice drop lower. “i don’t see what the big deal is. it’s just a title.”

he didn’t laugh. instead, his eyes darkened even more, and for a second, you thought he might grab you, pull you into him right there in the shadows.

“it’s not about that.” his voice was rough, still carrying that edge, but you could tell he was fighting it. “you think i don’t know what you’re doin’?” he finally said, his tone low and gruff. “you think i don’t know you’re stirrin’ me up?”

you stepped a little closer to him, your voice a soft whisper now, the words hanging in the air between you like a dare. "sandor, i just actually hold you in really high regard,” you said, trying to ease the tension with a soft smile.

he stared down at you, just a few inches between your faces now, and you almost swore you could hear his pulse racing. he tilted his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours, as if contemplating the words you’d just thrown at him.

his lips pressed into a thin line before one corner twitched up in a reluctant smirk. “fuckin’ hell,” he murmured, shaking his head. “you’re the kind of trouble I don’t walk away from, aren’t you?”

your chest tightened, the air thickening between you with every second. Instead of backing away, you let the words hang there, settling between you like a challenge. you took a step closer, voice dropping low, but firm. “i never planned on letting you.”

his breath felt warm against your neck, he was so close now, you could feel the heat from his body and hear the low rumble in his chest as he spoke again.

“you’d better hope I don’t decide to take that as an invitation.”

you knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped, before he gave in to whatever this was.

and damn, you weren’t sure if you were ready for it, but you weren’t backing down now.

you touch his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic as you whisper, “maybe i want you to see it as an invitation.”

his jaw tightens, and for a moment, all he does is stare, the flicker of a smirk ghosting across his face. “you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“not when it comes to you.”

his grip finds your waist, rough and deliberate, pulling you closer. “you've no idea what you're askin' for” he murmurs, and before you can respond, his lips crash against yours, stealing whatever clever retort you thought you had left.

for once, neither of you held back.

[kurosstuff]

Some preening headcanons with any of the angel girls please?

Take this for now~ hope you like it!

I'm very busy this week BUT- here's my attempt

ALSO I KINDA DID MORE HEADCANONS THEN KIST PREENING- IM SORRY I KINEA- WENT OFF

Gonna do three girls with wings- sera vaggie and lute(surpise?/j) idk how to write Emily yet-

Warning(s): some angst? Insecurities(in lute and veggies parts), fluff, wing stuff, established relationships in each ones(lovers for vaggie reader is a female, drabbles(some nsfw) slighr nsfw stuff

Never wrote vaggie. Hope she's good

ALSO I DIDNR REALIZE. LUTES IS SO FUCKING LONF.

Preening headcanons(sera, vaggie, lute)

Sera

• I'm gonna say it. Out of all three ladies? She KNOWS how to preen her wings the best. Sure with six wings its more time-consuming and a pain but she knows how important it is.

Which also means she's the most willing to accept your help. Of course, only if it's you two, and she knows you enough- cause wing preening? Is a mate/very sensitive thing for angels

• and it doesn't matter if you have wings or not- shell sit patiently guiding you through how to handle her wings. Given having six is even more work. BUT also much more sensitive

"My love~ please be careful how you touch them" Sera hummed, wings flapping from your touch one eye popping out, watching you closely making you smile at it- humming in approval she closed the eye closing her main ones at the itching pain vanishing "it feels nice~" she purred out softly feeling your hands dipping between her feathers before jolting

"My love- please- you know how sensitive my wings are-" she huffed face flushed dark turning to you huffing at your knowing smirk "guess this.. will turn into something more huh sera ~?" You hummed kissing the wing closest to you

• not all the time but every now and then does it turn into a spicy preening. (Not when her wings genuinely bring her pain) cause as she does keep good track of her preening. Sometimes, she forgets. Or gets to distracted from work. So you step in to help.

To remind her of what she needs.

• she couldn't ask for a better mate to help her preening. To help her wings in general. She's a tall woman so even though it takes a much longer time given she has more then two wings.. she's lucky you stuck around, more to help.

Bonus points if you have wings.

Cause then she'll help preen you no questions asked. Hell shed even offer the help.

Vaggie

• ok first things first. Vaggie? Is very insecure about her wings. Before falling she kinda knew how to handle preening enough so it wouldn't like- cause issues? But. She'd miss some. She'd miss the cloest ones to her middle of her back-

Only time she allowed Adam to help. Given she couldn't do it herself. Didnt trust the others too.

• but now in hell? She regrew them or- whatever.. it hurt. Like hell. Them ripping through her scared back- bur now she needs to relearn how to live with wings like she learned how to live without.

"I got it- I got it" vaggie growled out, giving you a pointed look on instinct as her wings flapped around, hitting yet another plate, sending it flying off the counter shattering as she tried to relearn how to fold them. To relax them.

"I really think-"

"I fucking Got it" she yelped out

• stubborn. She's a good lover awkward given her upbringing. But she never once meant to upset you. Never meant to take her temper out on you. But, she just didn't know how to properly react to this annoying pain again after all these years of no wings. Now it's here and she needs to preen? Again?

Asking was just as uncomfortable for her. Knowing you always offered to help? Made her upset. For two reasons- her stubbornness from her past to ask for such help pinging in anger at the suggestion she needed help. And two. Because of her snapping at you. Her girlfriend. Yet here she is doing what she was uncomfortable with.

She knew deep down as much as you could turn her away- send her off. You won't. So she? Asked

And you of course. Agreed

"Come on love~" patting in front of you, she stared. Her one good eye glancing at the cushion in front of you on the bed silent. To uncomfortable- unnerving to speak. Stepping too put od her comfort zone to ask. To allow you to touch her and know she's safe. She cant help but be uncomfortable. "When your ready? Let me see your pretty wings?" You hummed as she finally sat down. Tense infront of you.

Finally releasing her wings she allowed you to do your job. The second your hands touched her wings- touched her? She relaxed against you. Feeling safe. Which even now after all these years is..

Odd

• every time you preened her- shed be a more cuddly mess- nuzzling into you hiding into your chest or neck wings flapping puffing up.

It wasn't until you read up on wings to help her that you learned why. How it was like an intimate courting thing to do.

• didn't really understand, but. If it made her happy? You were happy. And imagine your surpise when she handed you her feather

Lute

Lute? Is not insecure about her wings. No she's very prideful of them how strong they are how soft and all the stuff she'd do to court you(despite her not needing to) she is COMPLETELY prideful of them. Showing them off all the time to you- she didn't care for anyone else's opinon..

But she is insecure. About her lack of knowledge of how to properly care for them. All executioners have this issue. Their all taught to be fighters killers. Nothing else. She's still learning to be a good lover- a gentle lover with you. But the basic stuff she knows how to preen.. but it hurts still.

She almost asked Adam for help but. She's to prideful. She can't accept help. That'd mean defeat for her. Mean she can't do it. Mean she ISNT the best. Mean.. she's not the perfect mate. Mean she isn't right for you- asking for help on anything sends her into a freak out. Makes her panic cause what If you leave her?

She can't even cook nor make nests completely right. So why would you want a mate that CANT even preen? Something all angels know. Doesn't matter executioners are.. exempt from this. Doesn't matter to her.

Lute is like vaggie. Stubborn. Unwilling to accept help even from her mate- her lover. She'll throw a fit- if you oh so mention her needed to be preened. She's just way to prideful.

Youll know when she needs to preen. Its the only time youll see her more.. phycially emotional rather then just her words. Oh, she'll yell. It's already well known how.. angry. Lute generally is other than her more... stoic persona.

If it weren't for her wings flapping or her having them at all- you'd call her a rabbit. Given how she stomps her foot like what rabbits do when angry(I know birds do as well when upset/uncomfortable)

"...lute" you cautiously called out. Watching as she stormed around your shared room wings puffing stretching as she roughly plucked herself. Glaring at you she huffed watching you closely as you swallowed

"May i help-"

"no" she cut off, snarling loudly feet stomping in that familiar way when.. she got like this. "Think I can't fucking take care of MY wings? I'm fine. I got it."

"But i- I can-"

Snarling she stormed off slamming the door roughly

"-help-"

Lute? Will stomp her feet. Wings puffing flapping in an annoyed anger cause of her wings irrating her. And that- you know you can jump in- asking yet again- cause she'll break at some point.

She always did. Always broke. Hinting for you to ask. And shell.. "reluctantly" agree and accept your help. As if you pushed her too. God heaven forbid she asks for help herself.

Stopping, you glanced up, seeing Lute again in front of you showing off her wings how it needs to be preened. Humming you blinked in thought. This.. was the third time she did such a thing

"...lute?" Her head tilting to you slightly, almost uninterested. But you saw that look. The look of panic but.. hopefully "do you need..help?" You asked once more unsure how she'd take it.

"If you insist so much. Fine, " she grumbled out, not even waiting, moving to sit in front of you. Smiling, you sighed. Of course, she wouldn't have actually asked.

She may not understand exactly how to preen but- her wings as always are like super soft- comforting as she sighed in relief as you preened her.

But if you asked? Oh, shed reject. How would she be happy for this? She is not. Nope. Nuh uh. Not at all happy her mate helped her.

She does surpise you, though. Even though she does it each time. How she piles her feathers you preened of her feathers. How she won't let you touch a single one, sending a glare your way if you so much as do.

Going through each and every feathers inspecting them as if searching for something. Then, the most acceptable ones she'll put a smaller pile wings puffing as she looks for the single best feathers.

She accepts no less than perfection after all.

Then once she finds it? She'll go to you- presenting it to you- insisting you inspect it for yourself and wait. Wait for you to accept or reject her feather.

Of course you accept-

Then she's all pridful. For getting the best feather for her mate. How you approved of her choice.

Of course if you have wings? Shell insists on preening you herself. She knows it's an intimate thing. How sometimes it does lead.. to more but. She thinks it's more special if she herself does it for you... ironic since she hardly accepts your help but. She does her best

You do have to show her- tell her if she's being to rough. After all? She doesn't know how to be gentle with anything much less wings

[teojira]

On my hands and knees for some general headcannons for Koba, a fragile friendship forged from a hunt gone wrong or just mildly getting along like pissy siblings 😭. Your writings are so memorizing, and it's like eating a 5-star meal. All the kudos and love for you as my favorite pota writer

[General Koba drabble/ headcanons!] [Platonic]

Summary: Koba deals with you because he absolutely has to, not because he actually cares for you.

Warnings: Platonic Koba and Reader, Koba being a dick but that's canon.

A/N: THANK YOU SO SUCH KIND WORDS I TWIRLED MY HAIR??? this literally means so much to me, thank you :( I tried my best to incorporate both ideas you had! I hope this is good, Koba is kinda hard to write for and I am nervous lmfao.

Ohhh my fucking god, will he never let you rest.

Koba doesn't love humans, it is so very very very apparent in everything he does that he DOESN'T like you, he would let you drop dead in front of him without caring.

Imagine his shock and gal when he starts to actually form some kind of attachment to you. How bitter it makes him to think he can even have a somewhat positive thought about you.

It makes him want to claw his fur out, maybe even go blind in his other eye to get some damn sense into him. How dare you, and if he cared to use human curse words, he'd call you every name in the book.

He begrudgingly will help you learn how to hunt, and I mean begrudgingly. Caesar has to damn near hold the bonobo at gun point to get him to stop being so fucking hostile and just give you a chance.

He watches you from a tree as you hunt pitifully, the spear much too large for you to wield like apes do. It's pathetic really, watching you stumble like a baby elk with no sense of balance. You can't spear a single fish.

"Human...stupid." The Bonobo sneers, rolling his eyes after you continuously miss, he can see your face burn with what he's been told is embarrassment. Serves you right.

Koba has no actual plans on helping you, until he starts to see you throw your spear onto the forest floor with a thump, curling into yourself, hiding your face in your knees.

Great, now you're crying and he's gonna have to be the one to deal with it. Just, Great. Just what he wanted to deal with.

Koba is already mentally trying to prepare himself to get down and attempt to soothe those pitiful cries coming from you when he hears footsteps rapidly approaching.

You, being so caught up in your own world, don't realise a mountain lion is stalking you, but Koba does.

It's scary how fast he can move at his age and with his disabilities, he's down the tree and at your side before you even realize.

The growl he lets out startles you enough to break out of whatever trance you find yourself in, watching Koba plunge his own spear at the mountain lion, the large cat yowling when it's hit You can't help but let out a yelp of your own.

Koba puts more force, piercing the jagged rock deeper into its neck, breathing harshly from the extension.

The cat falls silent finally, Koba turning to you, staring down at you with a glower.

"....stupid."

Koba chooses to ignore how you look back at him with appreciation, he didnt do it for you, he did it for Caesar. Doesn't matter if it gives him a pleasant feeling deep in his core.

This starts you both off with a rocky 'friendship' between you and the old Bonobo.

He doesn't like that you seem to keep following him around the colony and very vocally tries to scare you off. Hell, he tries to pawn you off to Stone and Grey, but it's no use.

For some reason, you've decided that you'd make his existence even harder and make it a point to bug him.

He hates it. He hates you even more. But it's akin to having a dog, and he lets you know so.

"Like dog. Follow Koba." "That's rude." "...good."

He's such an asshole it's ridiculous. What do you see in him?

Koba eventually gets used to his new normal, antagonizing you just as much as you do him.

He's learned how to get away with fucking with you so that he doesn't get in trouble with Caesar or the others.

Fucker has pushed you into the lake more times than you can count and it makes him huff out laughter. It's all under the guise of being playful.

Jokes on him because you constantly will try and touch him, saying he has fleas or what not, only for him to growl at you when you pull back and stick up a middle finger towards his face. Peak sibling behavior tbh

Caesar sees you as a good thing for Koba, exposure to a human that isn't out to harm.

No matter what Koba claims, you're harmless. Everyone knows this.

They fight about it, Koba adamantly saying he was no part in caring for you, but when Caesar raises an eyebrow ridge, signing quickly that this isn't a discussion, Koba fumes.

Would rather drop dead than admit he misses your presence. If you decide to spend more time with Maurice or Rocket, he gets so pissy.

Koba will drag you away if you push him hard enough, grabbing you by your waist and dragging you. He doesn't care if you don't want him man handling you, oh well.

I know it in my heart that he yanks your hair to piss you off. He does it to get your attention. It's never for anything of importance, he just likes that it pisses you off.

"You can literally just chatter, and I'll hear it!"

The asshole just shrugs with one shoulder.

He's insufferable, and I hate him.

[tojisun]

Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰

MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>

and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!

i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!

totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://

you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.

or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.

or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.

(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)

CHUCKS THIS WORD VOMIT TO YALL N RUNS AWAY

[su8ki]

BSF DRABBLE W/ BND

BSF! bnd x reader. ot6. fluff. drabbles. synopsis - random scenario where ot6 bnd plan a surprise birthday party for you except it doesn’t go as planned. wc. 693

a/n - first work on this blog so hopefully it isnt too bad. no romance involved for this as i just wanted to depict genuine close friendships

++ read under the cut!

✧. ┊ bnd planning a surprise party for you (ot6)

“woonhak, you spelled ‘birthday’ wrong on the cake!”

at the mention of the error, riwoo and jaehyun, who had occupied the kitchen along with woonhak and sungho, looked down at the cake. almost immediately, the two burst out into a fit of laughter.

woonhak, who had been in charge of the writing on the cake, began to panic. you were bound to arrive any minute now with taesan and leehan as they were assigned to bring you back home after a planned hangout.

“what do i do??” he opts to seek help from sungho as the other two were too busy laughing at his mistake. “we don’t have an extra cake!”

in the midst of the youngers panic, the sound of a text coming from riwoo’s phone had caught the attention of the four boys.

leehan: we’re outside, get ready.

the laughter that filled the room was soon replaced with panic-- with riwoo, sungho and woonhak rushing to hide themselves behind the kitchen counter and jaehyun running to switch off the lights before joining them.

“quick, put the candles on the cake!” sungho whispers hurriedly to jaehyun. they watch anxiously as the boy digs in his pocket, searching for the candle that he was assigned to hold. as they continued to wait, jaehyun nervously looked at the three in front of him. “uhh i think i lost the candles.”

“and you had the nerve to laugh at my mistake.” woonhak rolled his eyes.

"at least i know how to spell." "why didnt you do it then?" "why should i when that was your job."

as the two continued whispering back and forth, with sungho and riwoo attempting to mediate, they missed the sound of the door unlocking.

“why is it so dark in here.”

at the sound of your voice, the group's eyes go wide, only fueling another cycle of whispered complaints. with footsteps growing near, woonhak grabs the first thing he spots and shoves it on top of the cake. having no time to process the sudden move, the four sprung up as the lights turned on, shouting a loud happy birthday!

looking at the string of decorations and the boys around you, your initial shock was soon replaced with a feeling of warmth. it was heartwarming, however, you couldn’t help but notice the nervous smiles that painted the faces of the four in front of you, especially woonhak.

“why do you look so nervous?” you ask teasingly. it wasn’t until you looked down at the item in the hands of the youngest when you realized the source of their nerves.

“happy..” you pause, trying to bite back the laugh that wanted to escape your lips. “brithday?”

at that, taesan and leehan were quick to look at the cake, groaning in frustration. “you guys had one job!” at taesan’s outburst, the laugh you had been trying to suppress had finally escaped. “and why is there a plastic fork in the cake??”

woonhak frowns. “i panicked! you guys gave me less than five minutes to work on the cake and jaehyun hyung lost the candle so I had no choice!”

while the six of them continued arguing about the cake and blaming each other for supposedly "ruining the surprise,” you had finally calmed down from laughing. taking in the moment, you could only smile in adoration at the group in front of you.

“thank you guys for doing this,” the genuine appreciation evident in your tone. “it means a lot to me.”

the boys could only stare at you in awe. jaehyun was the first to move, immediately rushing to engulf you in a side hug with a smile adorning his face. one by one, the rest followed suit and surrounded themselves around your figure. after a moment passes, they finally decide to break away and give you some space.

leehan spoke, breaking the silence. "enough of the sappy stuff," he slings an arm around your shoulder, "let's cut your cake now!"

"about that," woonhak trails, growing more nervous as all eyes were on him "i may or may not have found that fork on the floor and shoved it into the cake..."

end.

[kingkaisen]

(APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE THIS REQUEST IS WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE??)

heyy 😍😍 so i saw requests were open after binging the five husbands series and i was like?? i must take this opportunity?!?!? sooo i was wondering if i could get like maybe a smutty oneshot for sasuke?? i hope you dont mind but this might get kinda specific, feel free to disregard my little plot drabbles and change it up however u like 😘

im thinking a modern day college au, sasuke and the reader had like something going on in highschool but it ended, they didnt talk for a couple years, (besides probably the reader getting ghosted, i can see sasuke being the biggest ghoster) but they end up going to the same college!???/2!

lets say umm reader is going to college with like a friend and that friend is super close to sasuke (maybe the friend likes him??), reader gets kinda fed up w ike jealously and his superrr distancing ways and confronts him and even tho he dont even like her, they fuck?!:?!:

(kinda thinking reader is like why wont u ttm?? and hes like what do u even want, if i fuck u will u go away?? 🥶)

THANKS SO MUCH IM SORRY ILYLOTS

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

♡ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sasuke x fem!reader

♡ — 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: As college students attending the same university, Sasuke wants to focus on his studies, while you want him all to yourself. There’s only one way to get you to shut up and leave him alone, and it’s by fucking you until you can’t say a word.

♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI — smut {penetration, unprotected sex, degrading nickname, bondage, muffling, oral f!receiving}, mean!sasuke, toxic themes, & jealousy.

♡ — 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for requesting! sasuke is so pretty, isn’t he?

“Sasuke . . . Sasuke . . . Sasuke!”

“What?” The dark-haired man frowned when he turned around to face you. “What the hell do you want?”

“I wanna talk to you,” you said breathlessly.

Trying to catch up to him once class ended proved to be a difficult task, as he was one quick walker.

Nevertheless, you managed to catch his attention, the two of you standing in the campus quad underneath the warm sun.

“I’m busy,” Sasuke started to turn away, but once you suddenly gripped his arm, his eyes were back on you.

“You’re not busy,” a frown of your own appeared across your face. “You’re avoiding me, and I wanna know why.”

“I’m avoiding you because I’m busy.”

His words were coated with utter venom, as if he wasn’t the same guy who once walked you home from school every single day when you were kids. The same guy who would bring an extra bag of his favorite chips just for you, simply because he wanted to impress you — his crush. And, once you got a little older, adorably awkward dates to the movie theater and local fast food restaurants happened almost every weekend.

God — he was so shy back then. So adorably nervous. You could see right through his calm, cool, and collected attitude that made all the other girls in school go crazy.

But Sasuke was yours, right?

You went on dates. He gave you snacks in elementary school. Surely, you had every right to tell the rest of your classmates to back right off.

Then, suddenly, he stopped speaking to you entirely. Throughout your entire time in high school, your boy had probably said about five words to you. And three of those words were “leave me alone.” Truth be told, those were probably the only words he had said. Claiming he said five words just sounded better than three.

—

It shouldn’t have come as a shock to either one of you when you both ended up at the same college. It was close to home, along with the fact that you both used to lie awake at 3 A.M. and talk about the future; going to this specific college among your lists of hopes and dreams.

Honestly, you would have left Sasuke alone.

You really would have.

But your friend and roommate, Sakura Haruno, had made Sasuke the entire center of her world. As a result, you always returned to your dorm to witness them studying together. Watching movies on her laptop together. Daring to exist in your private space without saying a word to you.

But it didn’t matter what relationship she thought she had with Sasuke. It didn't matter if Sasuke never wanted to speak to you ever again.

He was yours.

And the sight of him with someone else planted a bitter seed of jealousy right in the pit of your stomach.

—

“Sasuke,” you paused, wondering for a moment if this was truly a discussion you wanted to have. “Why did you stop talking to me all those years ago?”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

You folded your arms across your chest.

“Then why the hell would you hang around my roommate in my dorm? Why can’t the two of you hang out somewhere else if you hate me so much? Are you just trying to piss me off?”

Sasuke was silent. He looked you up and down slowly.

“Go away. I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”

Once again, he tried to walk away. And, once again, you gripped his arm.

“No,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

“What do you want from me, exactly?” Sasuke looked rather pissed, but he didn’t snatch his arm away.

“I want . . .” your words trailed off into nothingness. What did you want, exactly? Did you simply want an explanation for his odd behavior? Did you want him to let you back in his life entirely? Did you want him to stop hanging out with your roommate? To stop making you so jealous?

“I’ll fuck you.”

His words snapped you back to reality, putting you in a state of shock.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said I’ll fuck you,” he blinked. “Right now. In my dorm. But you have to leave me alone after that.”

“I-I . . .”

Before you could stammer out a proper response, Sasuke noticed your eyes glistening with pure lust and excitement, and he grabbed your wrist, dragging you across campus and toward his dorm room.

—

Strands of Sasuke’s soft black hair tickled your thighs when he lowered his head in between your legs. Despite his annoyance, despite his attitude, despite his rudeness — he kissed your pussy lips softly. A wave of heat rushed through your body.

“Sasukeee,” you whined.

He paid you no mind. Instead, he used his fingers to spread your lips open, and he glided that skillful tongue of his across your wet clit. Once you gasped, his dark eyes were on you, taking in the sight of your cute little face.

He couldn’t lie to himself. Even if he was sick of you, he had to admit it — you were fucking precious.

Although he kissed your pussy like a sweet and gentle lover, he attached his lips to your clit and sucked on it like he was a starving man.

“O-Oh my god,” Reaching down to instinctively grip those locks of his, Sasuke suddenly grabbed your wrist, holding you still as he worked on your button with great expertise.

That almost pissed you off. Just how did he get so good at this? And when?

If you could, you would have asked him, but once he started to rapidly lick at your clit with his tongue, every single coherent thought you once had instantly flooded out of your pretty little head.

“I’m gonna-” you tried to warn, but you were interrupted by an uncontrollable moan erupting from out of your throat.

It didn’t matter. He knew exactly what you were going to say, and he decided to pump two of his fingers in and out of you as he focused on licking your clit.

“Sasuke!” You squealed, your legs trembling around his head as you came.

And he didn’t pull away either. He licked up as much of your juices as he could, those dark eyes of his never glancing away from you. Not once.

Sasuke raised from in between your legs, standing at the foot of his bed. First, he took off his shirt. Then, he unbuckled his belt.

“Give me your hands,” he demanded. “I knew you’d try to grab at me. You don’t get to touch me unless I say so.”

Like the obedient person you happened to be — only for Sasuke, of course — you held out your wrists, and he fastened his belt around them.

You were practically trembling with excitement, so eager to feel him inside of you. He was wise to restrain you, as you so desperately wanted to shove him down, flip yourself on top of him, and ride that pretty man like a mad woman.

Sasuke hovered over your nude body once he removed all of his clothes, and entered you. He watched as you gasped from utter pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well,” he said. “I knew a slut like you would.”

“I-”

Once again, you were interrupted by your own moans, because Sasuke suddenly started to thrust in and out of you wildly. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your hips, you were certain that you would have simply fallen right off of his bed. The headboard smacked against the wall. The mattress squeaked with every thrust — surely, everyone on the same dorm floor level as him would complain.

His hard dick rubbed against your squishy insides in a way that made you squirm around, your walls clamping around him and turning him into a grunting, groaning mess.

“So tight,” he mumbled, sweat glistening across his forehead. “So perfect.”

That was when he gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he attached his lips to your neck. If you wanted to be his, fine. He’d mark you, then.

Lips and tongue trailed up and down your skin until he found that sensitive spot right underneath your jaw, and he sucked at it, his thrusts never slowing.

“So, so good,” you whined. “I-I can’t . . .”

Sasuke pulled away from your neck, which was now wet with his saliva.

“Shut up,” he said. “Don’t say another word. Just lay there and take it.”

When you nodded, he cupped his hands under your knees, pushing your legs back and over his shoulders.

With this new position, you didn’t stand a chance. Any students who couldn’t hear the noisy bed could certainly hear your moans.

As Sasuke pounded into you, his balls slapping against you from his powerful thrusts, he cupped his hand over your mouth.

“You’re so loud. You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Even with his hand slapped over your mouth, it still wasn’t enough. Not at all. Your moans weren’t properly muffled until he stuck three of his fingers into your warm mouth.

You could feel Sasuke’s cock throbbing inside of you, and as his eyes fluttered closed, it was obvious that he was close. Even so, you came first, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs trembled once again. Feeling your cum spill all over his cock, along with your clenching walls — he didn’t stand a chance, and he came moments later.

“Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he grunted, spilling every last drop of his cum inside of you, and he didn’t pull out until he was certain that your pussy had milked him dry.

For a moment, he stayed inside of you, the both of you trying to catch your breaths.

With his fingers still inside of your mouth, he used his other hand to undo the belt wrapped around your wrists.

And when he did finally remove his fingers, he kissed you passionately before you had a chance to say a single word. His tongue swirled around yours in a way that made you moan, his hand gripping your neck simply so he could deepen the kiss properly.

When he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your connected lips, he only said two words to you.

“Get out.”

♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

♡ — 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭.

[vxlentinescookies]

https://www.tumblr.com/vxlentinescookies/752305264828563456/httpswwwtumblrcomvxlentinescookies7522944908?source=share

Thanks! Tbh I thought I'd vent the idea to see if you likes it before requesting a fic or a drabble of it...yaknow, see how ya like it lol!

And now to turn this into a request:

Can you write a fic or a drabble of this adorable thing when you feel up for it? Couldn't decide which so I'll leave it up to you lol! Btw take your time, remember to hydrate and so on lol! Sending ya a hug....or if you don't like sudden hugs or something, a high five. Lmao!

→ ❛Dragons and Wyverns❜

→ Pairing ;Royal Margarine Cookie x Autistic!Reader → Quote ; ❛❛But the truth is, he could never be mad at you.❜❜ → Genre ; Fluff → A/N ; Eeeeee hope i did this request justice, i hope you like it!!

It was a calm afternoon in the Dragon City, birds chirped, the sunset welcomed the air of the evening, and like everyday, Royal Margarine cookie would come out to boast about his alleged achievements. Of course there would be nothing wrong about that, the children found it cool, the ladies swooned or… only laughed if they knew the truth he revealed when he got drunk or from rumors that ran away, and then, there was you, always by his side to aid in the telling of the story to the best of your capabilities.

“And when all seemed lost, I scoured the skies with my trusty dragon and—”

“Wait, I thought Buttercream was a wy-”

“Ah—!”

He loved you, he really did, he admired your motivation and your knowledge on dragons, even if sometimes like these times, it came into play in the wrong moments. Royal Margarine would shush you rather quickly, attempting to continue the story, but you wouldnt let it go, in fact, attempting to be a bit louder which caused some children to look confused, while the ladies and men would simply laugh to themselves, crossing their arms in a “we’ve caught you” notion. That’d mark the end of the storytime for the “dragon” rider, as both him and his partner would walk home calmly, albeit not without chitchat being made along the way, little chatter about how their day had gone, about what they’d have for dinner, until eventually they’d get to the topic of the storytime.

“Right, sweetheart, about that…” He’d begin scratching the back of his head “I’d appreciate it if you didnt interrupt me while telling my stories…”

“But Buttercream is a wyvern!” You’d say as you both approached your home, to which Margarine would look behind him before opening the door for you, after all, he always had manners.

“Yes, but its a secret! People cant get to know that—”

“Why? Arent Wyverns dragons?” You’d ask innocently, once again cutting him off which would catch him off guard, but not for the reasons you would expect. “Sorry”

“No-No, Im not mad at you, its just… How to say this…” He’d close the door behind himself, thinking for a moment before speaking yet again “Uhm, darling… Wyverns arent, dragons…”

It’d take you a moment to register the answer as you’d set down your messenger bag, looking at the couch before turning to see him, an unreadable expression in your eyes as you tried to comprehend what he had just told you. Wyverns werent… dragons? But you had done your research! You learned about as much as there were about dragons as there were tales in the city, but, as doubt began to settle down, perhaps… only perhaps…

“Wyverns, wyverns arent dragons?” You’d ask him, just to make sure that what you had heard was correct, to which the dragon rider would nod slowly, a sorrowful gaze in his face as he realized this seemed to cause a shift in you. “But— The books—”

“They are similar, which may be why they may have been fit together, but they’re not… the same, sweetheart” He’d say, walking to your side to hold your hand and lead you to the couch. 

“Oh…” You’d speak, before turning to look at him once again, already opening your mouth to speak yet again “But— That means Buttercream is…”

“Yes, she’s not a dragon, she’s indeed a wyvern.”

“... Then why do you call yourself a dragon rider?” Your question would come tainted in curiosity, and he’d only chuckle though at the realization that he didnt have an exact answer, he’d only look at the floor before answering.

“Well… Because Wyvern Rider sounds weird, no? Besides, Dragon Rider does sound quite fashionable”

“Ah, I see… Well, I’ll go make dinner, its already late and we should be having dinner soon!” You’d say, shaking your hands softly as you headed into the kitchen, leaving Royal Margarine out in the sofa.

“Sweetheart, let me help you” He’d say, already sprinting to walk to your side, which you welcomed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a smile “Woah”

“Im just— Excited! This is very exciting! I didnt know different kinds of species related to dragons existed! Did you know that—”

And then there was no stopping you as you spoke and spoke about dragon facts to your boyfriend, who only would sigh and smile warmly, knowing he’d be having to take care about most of the cooking this time around save you hurt yourself as you focused on your rambling. Though he didnt mind, he knew you liked his cooking, and he always made sure to make extra for Buttercream everytime.

As so, next time you saw Buttercream, you’d smile and talk to her about how she was a wyvern and not a dragon, but also admit that you knew she probably knew that already. But its safe to say that everytime Margarine told his usual achievements as a dragon rider, you’d butt in to correct him innocently, causing him to try to shush you everytime, and for nearby listeners to either look confused or laugh softly. But the truth is, he could never be mad at you.

[quibllyfish]

Hello! I was wondering if you might like to write either a set of hcs or small Drabbles for (pre-established relationship) Satan x MC? In which MC is shy, sensitive, quiet, likes helping around, maybe comes off as a pushover at times, gets flustered very quickly, and gets startled easily (or you can add/remove any of these if you’d prefer!). So a lot of the brothers think that MC wouldn’t even bat an eye towards Satan, yet on an Asmo night, while playing truth or dare, Asmo asks MC about their opinion on Satan. MC answers very bashfully saying he’s really admirable, he seems gentle and sweet. I’m very curious to see what the brothers think! You can add in any brothers you like for this Asmo night!

Have a lovely day!

౨ৎ﹒Satan x Reader : Late Nights With Strays．𝝑𝝔

﹕ An unlikely relationship begins to bloom between a lovely human and the avatar of wrath / 1102 word count

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა：❝—I mightve went a little overboard with this ask, but I couldnt help it! I am a SUCKER for an opposites attract trope, okay? I will admit that I did take some creative liberties with the prompt. Please enjoy!! And BTW! I did not proofread this at all, I hope it's readable ꒱ . . ♡

From the first day you arrived in the devildom ALL of the brothers realized you had a bit of… A faint heart?

Despite your attempts to put on a brave face and take the reins of a challenging situation, it was a bit obvious you were way out of your comfort zone. Shaking hands, a wavering voice, averting eye contact; you weren't aware of any verbal agreements on the matter, but it was safe to assume the brothers collectively decided the best way to ease you into life in the devildom was to tone down their very.. vibrant personalities.. and try their best to hold themselves back for a bit.

This effort admittedly did include trying to minimize your interactions with Satan as much as possible.

It wasnt that he was bad!! No! Perhaps it was just that they didnt desire their sweet, skittish human to be forever traumatized from witnessing Satan attempt to rip another demon limb from limb.

Eventually, however, these attempts proved fruitless. Even though you were easily coaxed into following directions, it became obvious (and annoying) that you were being ushered from place to place, shielded from experiencing the full extent of this new realm. In a small act of rebellion, you stayed up until you were pretty sure the rest of the house was asleep.

Wandering through the home's many rooms, eventually you find your way out the front door. Something you see in the distance makes you genuinely question whether or not this is a dream; surely that's not a certain green-eyed demon attempting to coax a cat out of the house of lamentation's flower beds?

When Satan notices you approaching, he's instantly in the middle of contemplating whether he should turn tail and immediately leave or question why you're out so late. Before a decision can be made, you're sat down in the grass, tempting the feline by swaying a plucked flower in its line of vision. To his surprise, it not only entertains the hunt, but after one foul pounce it decides to find a comfortable perch atop your lap.

" It must be very lonely, being such a tough kitty and braving the devildom alone, " You coo, scritching the cat's chin, " You're not mean though, no, you're a big softie! "

Remembering Satan's standing behind you, you crane your head towards him, " Look! I made a new friend! "

Perhaps.. You had just made two.

After that night, going out after the sun fell past the horizon to spend time with strays (and Satan) became a regular occurance. The mystery of why so many feral cats began roaming the area of the HOL was baffling to most, but the two of you basked in knowing it most definitely was due to your habit of feeding them late night snacks. Each feline eventually got a name, many after book characters. These nights with strays eventually were followed by late night walks, and eventually the walks were followed by Satan reading aloud to you in the comforts of his room.

Sometimes—and these nights were your favorite—you would doze off, leaning your head on his shoulder as he read. Only to find yourself tucked snuggly into your own bed the next morning. Often there would be a note on your bedside table, summarizing where the story last left off. It might've just been a dream, but you could've swore he kissed your forehead while you were half asleep.

As for the other brothers, they were none the wiser of you two's after dark expeditions. This is why tonight's game of truth or dare became so interesting.

Each avatar of sin (excluding Lucifer, who had no patience for silly matters such as living room sleepovers) sat in a circle with you on the floor of the living room. The activity? Truth or dare. Giggles lingered over the hilarity of the last dare, as Mammon was forced to down a deadly concoction of every condiment inside the fridge mixed together. To be honest, it seemed to even rival the horrors of Solomon's cooking.

As the turn fell to Asmo, a giddy smile tugged at his lips. He twisted to face you, taking your hand in his own, " So! What will it be? Truth? Or, are you brave enough to pick dare? I pinky promise I'll go easy on you! "

Whilst you felt inclined to make Asmo's day by choosing the latter, you did not feel so inclined to subject yourself to any sort of embarrassment. Tapping a finger to your lips, you feigned being lost in thought.

" Hm.. I think... I'll pick truth! "

The avatar of lust let out a whine, " And I had the perfect dare too..! Well.. The truth can be just as entertaining! This'll be juicy- so, tell me… What do you think of Satan? "

For a moment, the entire room fell silent. To everyone else, this was an obvious attempt to stir up drama- perhaps, Satan, with a bruised ego, might storm out angrily. Or worse..

Mammon groaned, " Dont make em'- "

You tutted, interrupting your greedy guard dog before he could even finish that thought. Glancing in Satan's direction, you could tell he was eyeing you with curiosity. In a way, it might've been a bit entertaining for him; like you both were in on an inside joke that his brothers were none the wiser to.

" Satan is, " you smile, looking down at your hands, " Well! He's- how do I put this.. I think getting to know him has been one of my favorite parts of moving here. "

The room, quite literally, was too stunned to speak, but the sparkle of interest in Asmo's eyes told you he wanted to know more.

" That might sound silly! But I honestly think- you know, and I dont wanna embarrass you, Satan- but you're really sweet! And… And you always try to make sure I feel comfortable and safe when we spend time together! Honestly, I think the devildom feels more like home whenever we hang out? Thats- geez, that's a dorky thing to say, "

Before everyone can erupt with complaints, Asmodeus squeals like a school girl, " This is SO cute! Awwwhh! My favorite human- and my little brother! Friends! So so unexpected, but so so cute! How did I not notice?? "

You're instantly pulled into a hug as Asmo gushes about how adorable you are, but you swear that you saw out of the corner of your eye- Satan's flushed face, adorned with a soft smile.