#I had to drag my comforter and pillows into the living room and create a little bed for us on the floor

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* The mating habits of Yandere! Animal-Human Monsters

Yandere!Monster men who sometimes forget that their poor darling is a human and misinterprets their actions when it comes to mating. Short drabbles about yanderes trying to seduce their darlings, but the list gets progressively darker the further down you read.

*Warning* dub-con, non-con, yandere possessiveness, dead dove

Yandere!Crow Harpy who was a little disappointed when you refused to move out of your house. You didn't understand why the feathered man seemed so infatuated with you, but after a long while of him begging you to move in with him you agreed, only on the condition that he moved into your home. It wasn't a traditional harpy relationship, but he was ecstatic regardless, deciding that if he couldn't build a nest with you he could at least win your favor as a perfect mate by decorating it. It got on your nerves sometimes, coming home from work to find shiny bits of trash and feathers tucked into every nook and cranny of your home. Eventually the two of you created a list of acceptable "treasure" to bring home, and what you considered to be actual garbage. He spent weeks "decorating" your already furnished house, before one day pulling you into the living room where he had piled every blanket and pillow you owned into a makeshift nest on the floor. His smile was insecure, desperate for your approval as he wrapped you into his large wings, holding you tightly against his warm body before sinking down into the mass of fluffy objects. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest erratically as he gently began placing kisses against your collar.

"I wanted to help build a home with you, so it wasn't yours or mine, but ours. I pray that my attempts to prove I'll keep you and our future children comfortable impressed you..."

Yandere!Merman who couldn't help but feel awestruck by your beauty, often going on long rants about how much you inspire him. It was a chance encounter while you were studying abroad, and you grew emotionally attached to the beautiful man who sang you words of praise. Although he whined whenever you had to leave the beach, the bags under his eyes became deeper as the weeks went on, chronic exhaustion taking it's toll on the merman. Whenever you tried to convince him that his sleep was important, he would only give a dopey smile, responding cryptically about how his secret project was just as important as spending time with you, and that he would have time to sleep once it was all over. One day when you arrived on the beach he was already there, shaking with excitement and impatiently trying to drag you into the ocean before you could get on your snorkeling gear. Deep where the sun barely touched, a huge intricate mural was sculpted into the ocean floor. As your eyes widened in an attempt to take in just how massive the artwork was, following each perfectly symmetrical swirl, two strong arms snaked around your waist with a tired, yet content, sigh. He blew words into your ear that you were somehow able to understand despite the water, as he sunk with you into the middle of the circular masterpiece.

"You take my breath away every time we meet, and I wanted to do the same for you. Please say that, if you could, you would lie here in my arms forever.."

Yandere!Puppy-Hybrid who was always just a ball of energy, a hyperactive sweet heart who couldn't sit still when he was awake. Most of your days together, it was easy to forget that he could even have urges, with how innocent your relationship was, kisses and cuddles but nothing more. As a species who had mating cycles, although he would never tell you out loud, he was always waiting for you to go into heat. But it was taking so long! He did such a good job being a patient boy for you, you didn't even know why he was being so whiny lately, attributing his neediness to his attention seeking personality. But eventually, he took your phone to do some research. At first he was shocked, humans didn't have mating cycles?? How did you know when it was time to make a baby? Then he came across an amazing discovery. Ovulation. It took a couple of months, holding your belly to his face and breathing deeply for a couple of minutes each day, but he finally learned the subtle changes in your scent throughout your cycle. You had no idea what was going on, thinking he was just being extra goofy lately, until he refused to let go one day, tightening his grasp as his breathing turned into heavy pants, grinding your leg in between his.

"Ah.. you can't hide it from me.. I've been waiting for this for so long... Please don't say no..."

Yandere!Humanoid Spider who always did his best to never frighten you. Even when you first met, it was with him holding his hands up and pleading for you not to run away from him in a soothing voice. Despite the lower half of the creature you met in the forest being a giant spider, the top half was such a kind and handsome man that you quickly began to trust him, soon considering him to be a good friend. He was so thoughtful, always raising his hands as a show of surrender, whether he was approaching you from afar and didn't want to startle you or if you were jokingly fighting over something silly. Even amongst humans, he was the one you trusted the most. If you had known anything about spiders though, you would have been more on guard with his overt displays of feebleness, especially after he began telling you how beautiful you were. You didn't even fight back at first when he suddenly grabbed you from, until he bit into your neck. The kind man, no, the monster you thought you knew, wasted no time sliding your pants down as he still held your backside to his chest, chuckling into your shoulder.

"Ah, my stupid little human~ Were you just pretending to be that naive because you wanted me to take you? ❤️"

Yandere!Naga who couldn't feel love in the same way that humans did. As a researcher working towards her doctorate specializing in Naga people and their many sub species, you were overjoyed to meet a small tribe of Naga men who were willing to allow you to enter their home and record their daily lives. There were so many types of Nagas loosely related to snake species still alive today, and they each had their own cultures, languages, and biology. Based on the coloration you couldn't tell what type these men were, but despite not being fluent in their language they were very kind to you. They seemed to have been in a period of mourning before you arrived, and lavished all their attention on you, babbling on in one sided conversations you could only understand a few words of here and there. One phrase they all stated was flattering only for the first few times they repeated it, but quickly became unnerving as they became more comfortable caressing your face and running their fingers through your hair. And when they pulled you into the center of a giant nest, taking turns thrusting their long tongues down your throat and running their hands over your body, trapping you in a pile of cold men staring deep into your soul with hungry eyes, you learned the species they were closest to.

"We need you... We need you..."

Yandere!Humanoid Scorpion who rescued you after a tourist attraction went arry, promising to protect you until you could be rescued. A strong, bulky man who enjoyed holding you (almost too tightly) in his arms whenever his peers came near. Everything was honestly lovely until in the black of night you were awoken by a strange chorus of sounds echoing outside the burrow the hybrids allowed you to sleep in. A blue light illuminated the large home, and as it noticed you finally woke, approached, revealing himself to be the scorpion man who rescued you, glowing with bioluminescence. Before you could ask what was happening, fear struck you like a bolt of lightening seeing a large, inhuman cock emerging from just below his human half. He lunged forward, and you threw up your hands in self defence. Your hands intertwined with his, fighting against him with all of your strength, but the harder you fought, the more excited he grew. You pushed and pulled, but he didn't loosen his hold on you. Eventually it seemed he had enough playing, and threw you effortlessly onto the bed. Tears streamed down your face at your helplessness, but this only widened his smile as he peeled the shirt off your sweaty body.

"There is no need to fear, my mate. As you can see, no one can match my strength. You and our brood shall be safe under my protection.."

Yandere!Humanoid Waterbug disgusted you, from the twitch of his antenna to the flirtatiousness of his voice. The moment you met him on the water of your lake house, there was no escape. Every time you left or returned back home he was effortlessly skating across the waters surface towards you, begging you to come closer. Although you did your best to ignore him, his loud cries for attention eventually wore you down. Maybe if you entertained him just this once he would leave you alone? You approached him calmly, but as soon as you were within reach he grasped your hands tightly, pulling you partially into the water. He spoke sickly sweet words of affection, chilling you more painfully than the cold morning lake water. You tried to turn him down politely, gently pulling at his grip. He pulled you into the water further, swiftly pushing the two of you away from the shore in one kick of his legs, his unamused gaze no longer holding the playful, flirty gleam it had before. One set of hands held yours tightly, while another pair grabbed your head shoving it without warning under the water. You struggled against his grasp, rapidly losing oxygen as you panicked, black spots filling your vision. But before you lost consciousnesses, he brought you back up, still staring into your eyes with cold fury as your lungs felt like they caught fire. He confessed his love again, but when you began sobbing he thrust you face forward into the water again with a painful smack, holding you down beneath him until stopped struggling. In the air once more, snot flowed and mixed freely with your tears as he aggressively smashed his face into yours, fishing out your tongue and biting it harshly.

"There's only one correct answer to my question, (Reader).. Be mine, or die. If I can't have you, then no one can."

Yandere!Marsupial Hybrid you never saw coming. Lost in the Australian outback, you cursed yourself and your impossibly terrible luck. Hybrids and monsters freely roaming the world were terrifying enough, but being in the land where even the greenery was planted by Satan himself? Your phone had lost it's signal about two hours ago, and your jeep died shortly after that. Trudging along by foot, you continuously felt eyes following your every step, and the fear that a giant spider or monster snake was stalking you made you cry for hours as you walked under the merciless sun. On top of the heat and new blisters forming on your soles, you had to use a restroom as well. Quickly surveying the tall bushes to make sure you weren't about to go next to one of Satan's previously mentioned bushes, you pulled down your shorts in discomfort. The feeling of eyes on you hadn't left since your vehicle randomly gave out despite being double checked before you left the city, but your bladder couldn't care at that moment. A rustle nearby ended your attempt to go before it started, pulling up your shorts so fast it hurt. A hybrid with round ears and a lung brown tail with white spots charged into you, knocking you down. His face was red and slick with tears and sweat, his eyes wide and frantic as he latched his sharp teeth into your neck with excitement. Everything was so fast, with his alternating between feverish rambling and biting into whatever part of your flesh he could reach as he tore off your clothes with a desperation you couldn't comprehend. Tears blended with your own as he kissed, licked and bit every piece of you as he fought your legs open, ignoring your screams of pain.

"You accepted me didn't you?! You knew I chose you! Ah, it hurts! Why'd you put your clothes back o-ah! I need you, I need you now!"

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can u do number 3 with Marcus?

‘’Just so you know, I’m not wearing a bra.’’

I fell into a writing block right after posting my new prompt list, but I’m back!!

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The weekend turned into a rain-fest, so Marcus came over to watch movies in the most casual attires: sweatpants. You really didn’t get people who had movie night in their jeans. They’re uncomfortable. He brought M&Ms and a nice blunt, his personal contribution to your movie night. 

‘’This is the last bag of popcorn. Don’t burn it,’’ you warned, giving Marcus the sealed bag. 

He rolled his eyes, damp pieces of hair falling over his forehead. Getting rained on was a look for him. ‘’That happened one time. And it was your microwave’s fault.’’

You scoffed. ‘’If it makes you sleep at night.’’

While he was on popcorn duty, you grabbed drinks and brought them to your room. The house was empty, but your parents would be back eventually and you didn’t want them to invite themselves to your movie night. Watching a graphic sex scene with your parents sitting on the other end of the couch was an experience you didn’t wish to re-live. It was the longest forty-two minutes of your life.

You set your laptop and perfected the pillow and blanket setup, making sure it was comfortable to watch movies. The smell of popcorn filled your nose and Marcus came in, his hands full with the large bowl and the rest of the snacks.

It was your turn to pick the movie, so you picked the latest rom-com everyone was talking about. Rom-coms weren’t your favorite genre, but you wanted to see what the hype was. Most of the time, the popular movies were a let down and you and Marcus end up spending the entire movie dragging it and making fun of the cheesy moments.

The movie was off to a bad start. It starred one of those unattractive Netflix actors who are in every rom-coms.

‘’I don’t get why everyone finds him attractive,’’ you said while munching some popcorn. ‘’He has the look of your average white boy and always plays the same ‘good guy’ character with zero personality. It’s overdone and overplayed. Next time, we're watching something with an attractive love interest.’’

Marcus raised an eyebrow, blunt between his lips as he took a hit. ‘’Like who?’’ He blew the smoke out through his nose, creating a gray cloud over your bed. ‘’Tom Holland?’’

‘’Tom Holland doesn't do rom-coms.’’ You reached for the blunt, but Marcus didn’t let you have it. 

A smirk curled on his lips. ‘’But you didn’t say he was unattractive.’’ 

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the movie. So what if you found Tom Holland attractive? Anyone with eyes who saw the last Spiderman movie would agree with you. 

Once the blunt was finished, Marcus’ lips found occupation on your neck, kissing your soft skin and completely ignoring the movie playing. You tried to focus on the ridiculous date the main characters were going on, but Marcus’ hand on your leg and the tender kisses he was peppering on your neck was all you could think about.

‘’Just so you know, I’m not wearing a bra,’’ you said to spice things up.

Marcus' mouth stopped moving on your neck and the corner of his lips curled into a boyish smile. The hand on your leg crawled up and slipped underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin as he felt you up. You both sighed when Marcus cupped your breast, so full and soft in his hand. He brushed the pads of his fingers over your nipples, finding them already peaked.

If anyone asked how the movie ended, neither of you you would be able to give them an answer.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Your work has been bringing me a lot of comfort so thank you first of all 🩷 I've been going through it and your writing has been helping me stay slightly sane which I can't thank you enough for

Could I request one where cassian helps the reader through a really bad depressive episode? Like she isn't coming to training and she brushes it off as being sick at first but after awhile he gets suspicious and goes to check on her when he notices her skipping on meals as well only to find her buried in her covers surrounded by her stuffed animals trying to deal with the depressive episode on her own. Maybe he drags her out of bed and draws her a bath, makes her her favorite meal and cuddles her to help her feel like herself?

Thank you again, you're doing great!!

Not alone.

Cassian x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Warnings; depression.

Before we begin I want to write a few words about this request. I was in tears when I read your kind words, thank you so much. It means the world to me that in some way I helped you. I've been there too, so I opened this blog and started writing. My fics are a way of escaping the real world, the inner circle has become my family and this blog is a way to live in their world. I want you to know that you are not alone and if this is helping you cope then I will be glad to write as many requests as you want. If you ever want to talk to someone I'm here! I really hope you enjoy this... it might be a little messy because depressive episodes are like that and I wanted to point it out.

Night came… but the sun was out, the darkness around you made it difficult to tell day and night apart. You had been through this multiple times and you dreaded the moment it would happen again. You were right.... this time it was harder, you didn’t want to move but you couldn’t stay into one place for long as you would feel a weight pushing down on you. Breathing became a burden, after two breaths a sigh would escape. There wasn’t an actual reason why you were going through this, it just happened out of nowhere like someone was sucking all the happiness out of you leaving you broken and tired. You were so used to it that with the first sign you blocked the mating bond so Cassian wouldn’t realise what was happening. You didn’t want your mate to see you like this, you knew he would do everything in his power to help you, but you didn’t want to bother him… after all you were used going through this alone. 

The door of your bedroom opened slowly and Cassian walked in, a worried look on his face.

“Hey doll, did you forget about training?” His voice was soft and he took a seat next to you on the bed. You were laying face down, hugging your pillow. Cassian rubbed your back as he waited for you to respond. 

“I don’t feel good, I think I’m catching a cold.” You murmured. 

“Okay... I will get you some tea and then we can go see Madja!” He replied and got up.

“No it’s okay, I’m a bit nauseous so I don’t want to drink anything. You should go to training, the Valkyries need you” 

He stared at your back for a few minutes and then let out a sigh.

“Okay… but pull the bond if you need anything and if you get worse we are going to Madja.” he sighed. 

“Okay” you replied and he left. 

Tears filled your eyes but never escaped, you weren’t holding them back but still they just blurred your vision… maybe your body was so tired that it couldn’t bother to let the tears out. With a sigh you got up and gathered all your stuffed animals and placed them around your bed, creating a small nest and laying in the middle of it. 

Cassian finished his training and headed to the dining room with a smile on his face expecting to see you there having lunch. The smile turned into a frown when he scanned the empty room. He turned around ready to come find you when Rhysand’s voice in his mind stopped him.

Cass I need you in the river house.  Now.

He cursed and headed to the balcony, stretching his wings and shooting up. 

They spent most of the day in Rhysand’s office talking about Keir and his plans, Azriel’s spies had informed him that Keir was acting suspiciously but they didn’t know what was happening. 

Rhysand rubbed his face as they once again fell into a dead end. 

“I will send my shadows” Azriel reassured him.

“We need to find out what he is planning as soon as possible, I won’t risk Nyx getting hurt.” Rhysand sighed. 

Cassian nodded and left the office, he stopped by your favorite bakery and bought some cookies he knew you loved. 

He landed on the balcony of the house of wind and walked inside, grinning as he saw Nyx on the ground playing with some toys. 

“Hey Cass where is y/n?” Feyre asked him and he frowned.

“She is not here?”

“Oh…I don’t know she didn’t come for dinner so I thought she was with you” Feyre furrowed her eyebrows. 

Cassian only nodded and left the room, his long strides taking him to your shared room quickly. He opened the door and his frown deepened at the sight. 

Your small body was curled between your stuff animals, your gaze lost and your breathing uneven.

“Oh baby again?” Was all he said as he approached you. You nodded and he sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-I didn’t want to bother you” you sniffled and he picked you up. 

“Don’t you even think of that ever again, you could never bother me babygirl” his voice was soft and he left a kiss on your forehead.

He placed you on the edge of the bathtub and lifted his oversized shirt over your head, you stretched your arms and helped him remove it. 

Once you were naked he picked you up and softly placed you into the bathtub, the warm water making you moan. He smirked and hurried off only to return a few minutes later with a tray, you glanced at it and noticed; one plate of your favorite meal, some fresh fruits and your favorite cookies. He steadied the tray on the edge of the bathtub and removed his clothes, slipping in behind you and engulfing you with his strong arms. 

“You need to eat” he whispered in your ear leaving a kiss afterwards. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes an indication that you wanted him to feed you. He chuckled and picked up the fork.

After you were done with your food he picked you up again and carried you to the bed, he helped you in one of his shirts and laid on the bed. The sight was hilarious, Cassian was laying on the bed, his arms wide open waiting for you and your stuffed animals around him, he even picked a few that fell off and placed them on his wings to keep them from falling again. You giggled and crawled into bed, sighing when his strong arms wrapped around you. 

“You forgot this” he whispered and gave you your favourite teddy bear, he had gotten it for you on your first anniversary. 

“Thank you” you mumbled and pressed yourself harder against him. 

“Good night sweetheart” he kissed your head and his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back. 

Maybe you didn’t need to go through this alone this time. 

Requests are open but delayed!

[dominos-palast]

Pillow replacement

Fandom: XMen

Pairing:   Peter Maximoff x gn!reader

Characters mentioned: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Professor X

Used Pronouns: (they/them)

Warnings: none

A/N: In this story, reader is a psychic. They came from an isolated place and joined the school (here academy for some reason) not too long ago. They can use for example Telekinesis.

P.S.: This was written with a platonic relationship in mind, but you are free to perceive it however you like.

P.S.S.: This happens after the events of Apocalypse (2016) (Scott and Jean are teenagers and Quicksilver decided to stay at Xavier’s School)

Summary: Reader can’t sleep without hugging something. When the other kids use all the pillows to create a fortress of pillows in the academy, reader has to improvise. Word Count: 4k

Peter lay comfortably on his bed while reading some comic book he took from Scott’s room when he wasn’t around. He had his headphones on and was listening to Floyd at full volume. Because of this, he missed the knocking on the door.

He looked up and took the headphones off. “It’s basic manners to knock before you enter, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind you.

“I can hear the music from over here. Why don’t you turn the volume down before you become mute.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled. “You mean deaf?”

You sighed at the realisation. Peter just grinned and slowly incorporated himself, leaving the comic and the headphones on the bed.

“Let me be. I’m too tired to think right now.” You pinched your nose bridge while still holding onto the door knob. Your eyelids were heavy from fatigue.

“Oh yeah, you weren’t around for breakfast. We should prohibit missions before 9 A.M.” He looked into the distance dramatically, remembering the many times he had been forced to wake up in the early morning hours to rescue civilians from burning buildings and such. Why couldn’t people blow buildings up in the afternoon?

“Why don’t you take a nap, though?” He ended up asking.

“That’s why I am here. The other kids are doing some massive fort out of pillow in the living room, and they took mine as well, and you know I can’t sleep without hugging something.”

“You didn’t fight for your beloved pillows? That sure is out of character.” He smirked teasingly.

“Last time I did, I ended up getting scolded by the Professor for sticking them to the wall with my powers. Anyway, would you lend me some-”

He grabbed the bag full of dirty laundry he had been leaning on. “Mine were also taken.”

You groaned displeased, and were about to leave the room when he quickly added, “You could use me as a pillow.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him, throwing a deadly glance. You saw him flinch.

“Nevermind, I wouldn’t qualify as a pillow anyway…huh?”

Peter didn’t know how to react to you dragging your feet in his direction. You took off some layers from your outfit and threw them on the ground without a care in the world. Then you climbed onto the bed. Finally, Peter snapped out of his confusion and smirked to himself, laying his head on the bag packed with laundry and spreading his arm so he could embrace you as you laid your head on his chest. You hugged his waist and put a leg on him, just as if he was a pillow. He looked down at you happily and made sure you felt comfortable. Then he squeezed you gently.

“I thought you wanted to hang me for offering you myself. You really must be tired to have accepted my request.” He admitted.

“I will hang you if you don’t shut it, speedy boy”, You replied, your eyes already closed.

He just giggled and rested his head on yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Didn’t you go get them?” asked Jean, already in her suit.

Scott replied in an annoyed tone. “Not in their room, and not in the living room sticking people to the wall. I can’t find them anywhere. Can we just go without them?” Scott groaned at Jean’s disapproving look. “I don’t know why the Professor insists on bringing them along. We already have you as a psychic.”

“Stop complaining, will you? Go look for them in Peter’s room.”

“They are the most antisocial person I have ever met, and you believe they’d be together in a room? We would have seen Peter flying off a window already.” Scott followed Jean to Peter’s room.

“Don’t be dramatic. They only have to get used to other people. They haven’t had it easy before coming here, after all”, she said.

But Scott wouldn’t take that as an answer. He still had bruises from the first time he had met you. Although he knew it had been his fault for pushing your buttons, you still didn’t have to throw him across the room in front of the other XMen.

Jean stopped in her tracks and pressed a finger to her lips, then opened the door to Peter’s room. Scott peeked inside. His mouth dropped.

There you were, Peter and you cuddled to each other, both sleeping peacefully.

Jean smirked, “I told you.” He glanced up in annoyance. “Let’s let them sleep. The Professor will understand.”

[my-lovely-writing]

(Note: as always, please check the tw tags before clicking read more. Also, if formatting isn't the same for every post, I'm experimenting, but it should be relatively the same.)

"I've always held fast to the belief that we're reborn. That we live in the world we created." The hero circled the villain, dragging their nails across the dining table with a sharp screech. "You better pray I'm not right, [villain], because the only thing you've ever created is massacre."

The villain paused, fork and knife hovering over their steak as they chanced a glance at a nearby booth of curious onlookers. They turned back to the hero. "Sit down. You're drawing attention to yourself, to us."

"And why should I?"

"I just said, you idiot. Are you going to eat that or what?" The villain sat down their fork and reached for the hero's salad, who smacked away the villain's hand, glaring.

"It's mine."

"Then sit," the villain growled, careful to keep their voice quiet.

The hero rose taller. "Not with you."

At the commotion, a few hushed murmurs rippled through the room. The villain exhaled through their nose. Their voice was a whisper, but it dripped anger: "I swear to whatever almighty being you believe in—are you here only to make a fool of me?" They shoved the knife into their steak. Possibly a threat.

"No," the hero said, a bit more quietly. Their jaw clenched.

The villain narrowed their eyes and stared at them for a long, silent moment. Their next bite felt hard to swallow. "Then why, [hero]?"

The hero shook their head, as if that was an answer. Why would they, of all people, accept the invitation, much less show up? The question left them reeling just as much as the villain.

Perhaps it was the idiocy of the moment. Of spitting out blood and shaking on their knees, their body so wracked with pain that the pouring rain felt like a thousand shards of glass embedding into their skin and hearing the villain ask, not unkindly, "How does dinner on Monday sound? Olive Garden at midnight?" Or maybe it was the comfort of somehow waking up the next morning, safe in their bed, a bottle of painkillers tucked beneath their pillow.

The hero frowned. Maybe it was the creepiness of the villain knowing where they live. At least there was nobody else they could hurt with that, but still.

"What's that look?" the villain asked.

The hero blinked and snapped back to reality. "You know my house, and that's creepy."

"Your house—that's what I was going to discuss, if you would ever sit down." The villain pointed a sharp finger at the chair.

Their house? That was worth all this? The hero crinkled their nose. For a moment, they gauged the villain—they looked sincere enough, slightly less ready to murder. And they did pay for the food. But on the other hand, the villain had caused so much pain and suffering, all for a reason the hero couldn't name. They struggled with themselves. The villain waited patiently for a few moments, before shooting them another scathing look. The hero sat down.

"I know what you're thinking," said the villain. "Why is this evil man/lady inviting me out to dinner? Why do they want to talk about my house?" They nodded towards the salad. "Eat that—I know you're starving. And the truth is, I don't really want to talk about your house, that was an error of phrasing on my part. I want to talk about your home life."

The hero's frown deepened. They were starving, but how did the villain know that? The villain seemed to pause and wait for the hero to follow the command, and curiosity got the better of them, so they did. An acidic taste filled their mouth—tomatoes. The hero would have spit it out if they weren't so hungry.

"I've noticed that you always show up to stop me, no matter when I decide to blow up the next building." The villain arched an eyebrow. "Getting enough sleep? You're getting weaker."

"I don't see how any of that is your business."

"I'm not much of a villain if my arch-nemesis can't take a hit, now am I?"

So that's why they asked: villainous pride. The hero snorted. Of course.

"Something funny, [hero]?"

"Hilarious, actually."

The villain's lips quirked into something like a smirk but not quite, at that, deep green eyes slowly roaming up their face. The hero felt, distinctly, like the villain could see every microscopic muscle and twitch like a one-way mirror to the heart beneath their skin, all with the poise of a cat. No need to bloody their claws ripping out their ribcage, for that.

"You're adorably misguided, [hero]. I mean, veganism? Really?" The villain chuckled. How terribly casual they were, signaling the waitress over in the midst of this. "Starving your body of nutrients and being a hero don't go together well."

"What do you want?" the hero demanded. They were getting sick of this one-sided game. They were so infuriated they barely noticed the clacking of the waitress's heels as they suddenly appeared beside them—if they had, the hero would have wondered why they were so quick, if the waitress knew the villain was [villain]—but they didn't.

The villain took their sweet time in answering the hero, first telling the waitress to bring [hero] crackers for their salad—crackers, of all things to interrupt them for!—and then went even further in annoying the hero by taking long, slow bite of their steak before responding with a lithe smile, "For you to eat your dinner."

"Bullshit. You want something more than that."

The smile never left the villain's face even as they turned their attention to the returning waitress, going so far as to take the crackers and crush them into [hero's] salad themself. [Hero] never said they wanted them, but they politely thanked the waitress anyway, even as they seethed at the fact the waitress hadn't double checked with the hero themself. Children are usually provided that courtesy.

"So, what's your favorite color?" the villain asked.

The hero was caught off-guard. "Excuse me?"

"Your favorite color. What is it?"

And, perhaps in defiance of such inanity, the hero jammed a bite of their salad into their mouth. And then another and then another and then another until the conversation had long since died. They kept expecting [villain] to reiterate their question or order them to answer, but the villain didn't seem to mind at all, and instead merely turned back to their steak.

When their bowl was finished, the hero took the liberty of gritting out an insult at the villain who, despite everything logical and sane that would contend otherwise if there was anything logical and sane about them, seemed to be expectantly awaiting their answer still. "You have no taste. You said this restaurant is the best in town, but the crackers here taste fucking stale."

"Huh." The villain's hand slid underneath their chin, elbow resting on the table. "I've always wondered what it tastes like."

"What wh—" And then it hit them, and the hero's head was swimming with tired and dizzy and the world was a spinning blur of the villain's signature black and blue—and how horrifically funny to notice now that the restaurant was a black and blue thing. A heartbeat and [Hero] was up, stumbling away. They fell like a newborn doe.

The villain watched from their seat as the waitress caught them—no need to bloody their claws.

The hero awoke, alive, on something soft. Their body was coiled like a boom of thunder, fast and furious and inconsequential, but the hero was wise. They waited, eyes closed, for the sound of breathing, but none met their ears. They slowly peeked an eye open—no one that they could see, and they didn't feel anything around their wrists or ankles. Only after their eyes were adjusted and they were absolutely certain no one was with them did they slip out of the unfamiliar bed, testing the cold wooden floorboards beneath them before surrendering their weight. They didn't creak.

The hero's hand twitched at their side. They wanted to test if the door was locked, but they didn't put it past [villain] to wait in the hallway for that tell-tale half twist of the knob and really, they already knew the answer to that question, didn't they?

So instead they decided to search the room on the off-chance that the villain had accidentally left anything useful—and froze as they spotted a neatly folded up note on the nightstand, a small circular mirror beside it. They—the hero—was dressed in a stunning dress/tuxedo of black and blue. Faint taste of bile of their tongue and hands trembling, the hero unfolded the note.

"Good morning, [hero]. Since you didn't tell me your favorite color, I thought about it for a while and I decided that you'd look amazing in mine. I'll be home at five, okay? :D"

[ilove-masked-men]

”How much do her parents make?”

a y/n x Johnny (Soap) Mactavish forbidden love based fanfic

Y/N POV

Arguing about money again, ofcourse they were, my dad loves to start arguments about money when he can’t afford his whiskey because mom payed for the rent instead of cigerettes. It was horrible, you asked him to go to rehab again but he said it “only made him worse” we all knew he was lying. I needed out and immediately. I didn’t want to go into the living room through front door though, they would drag me into the argument. I only had one other way out - my window. Right outside my window was a skip we had hired to clear out the house but we had barely used it, the only thing inside of it were some pillows and old blankets, creating the perfect soft landing. 

I jumped out and down onto it, it hurt, but not as much as it would if there wasn’t any cushoning. I got up and started walking, it was cold, even with my thickest coat on. It was so late too, almost tweleve and i was out walking. I’m asking to be kidnapped.

I was too busy lost in thought to see the man i had bumped into, almost knocking both of our balance. I mindlessly grabbed onto him for stabilty with my eyes squeezing shut in shock.

“What’s somet gorgeous la’hk yo’ou doin’ all about this late at ni’ht?” A heavy Scottish accent asked me, he didn’t seem to mega uncomfortable, but i let go of him without hesitance to make sure.

I realised i still had my eyes closed and opened them up, to be blessed in my vision… i think. He had an uneven smirk on his lips as he looked at me, with an extremely noticable mowhawk and peircing blue eyes. His face was imperfect but in all the right ways that made him something amazing to look at. He had the perfect build, his whole body being perfectly proportioned in his skin tight black shirt and slightly baggy blue jeans, only tight in the right places. 

“Still waitin’ for me answer pretty.” He said with a slight scoff, he was so full of himself i couldn’t help but be flattered.

“Uhm, sorry i was just going for a walk.” I answered directly, looking down.

“At twelve o’clock at ni’ht? Are you sure tha’s it?” He asked, his voice rung with a slight concern in it.

“Oh.. i mean, you know how it is.. rough night..” I explained to him, becoming more and more nervous, which he clearly picked up on.

“Hey, i ain’ abou’ to try and kidnap yo’ou or other stuff. How old are yous? And what’s your name? I’m 18 and me name is Johnny, but yous can call me Soap.” He asked me the questions so gently and he sounded so sincere i fell undee his spell, i made eye contact with him and smiled slightly.

“I’m y/n and i’m 16.” I told him, i felt more comfortable with him now that i had felt used to him.

“What time have yous gotta be home lovie? You wanna walk n’ talk?” He asked me with a kind smile.

I nod and begin talking to him, walking down the road next to him. He bought us coffee at the 24 hour cafê and we got phone numbers, i hope we can keep in touch alot, tonight was amazing - i met him at 12:00 and i got back home at 2:00. He even walked me home, i was writing about him in my diary for ages, filling up 3 pages just describing and drawing him. I slept like a baby after hetting everything off my chest too.

[sendmetosanfran]

Let Me Try Again pt.7

“I’ve got it, Angel,” Crowley called. He’d been tinkering with the telescope for some time. He’d finally positioned it just right for Aziraphale to see his creation. Aziraphale pulled his jacket around him a bit tighter as he moved to join Crowley. His feet crunched in the snow. 

“Let me see, dear,” Aziraphale said as he looked through the lens. When he looked through, he could see patches of celestial lights. There were swirls of color that seemed to dance around each other. They reminded him of the patch that he got to watch Crowley create. “Oh, Crowley. That’s beautiful.” 

“Thanks. I’m rather proud of that one,” he replied before a shiver overtook him. He crossed his arms to shield himself. He wished he would have put on a thicker jacket. That’s what he got for trying to stay fashionable. Iceland was very cold. It didn’t help that they were in the northern part in the winter. Still, the trip was worth it. 

“Are you alright?” Aziraphale questioned, seeing the shiver. 

“I’m fine. Just a little cold,” he answered. Aziraphale gave him a fond smile before looping his arm in his. Crowley smiled back at him and didn’t argue as Aziraphale began to lead him back inside. They could come back out to the telescope tomorrow. Aziraphale would like to look a little more, but not while the other man was shivering. 

“We’ll get warmed up with some cocoa. I think we can watch the northern lights from the window,” he said. Crowley normally drank things like coffee or wine, but hot cocoa sounded pretty good right now. They both felt a wave of warmth when they entered their little cabin. It was enough to make Crowley let out a groan. Despite not being in snake form, he felt like he’d just found the perfect warm patch. 

“You go ahead and get cozy. I’ll make the cocoa,” Aziraphale instructed as he took his jacket off and hung it up on the rack. 

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” Crowley asked. Aziraphale took his jacket from him gently before shooing him to the living room. The demon rolled his eyes before moving to the window. There was a ledge by the window that had a cushion that fit the space. He thought it would be perfect for their viewing of the sky. It just needed a few things. 

Crowley grabbed a few more throw pillows and sat them along the edge. He placed them the best he could to where they would both be comfortable. Next, he went and grabbed the spare comforter that Aziraphale had brought with them. He almost felt like a child having to drag the thing. It was large and overstuffed, but it was one of the warmest things Crowley had ever experienced. He wrapped it over his shoulders and crawled onto the ledge. 

Crowley looked up at the flickering of the northern lights as he listened to Aziraphale humming in the kitchen. The demon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips. He never thought they would get to experience this. Being alone with his angel was enough, but being in a place like this made it all the better. It was a bit domestic. That was a luxury that the two never got before. 

He heard the fridge open and close a few times and then heard the record player turn on. It was a soft melody that played through the speaker and drifted into the living room. Aziraphale hummed along with it as he entered. He carried a tray that held two hot cocoas and a small snack tray. Crowley should have known the angel would get peckish. 

“What?” Crowley asked when he saw Aziraphale grin at him. The light twinkled in his eyes, which brought a warm feeling to Crowley’s chest. 

“You look so comfy, my dear,” Aziraphale said as he came closer, taking in the image of Crowley looking so comfy. It made him think of a little snake that had created a nest for them. Crowley lifted the side of the oversized comforter and motioned for Aziraphale to come closer. 

“You laugh now, but wait until you get under here.” Aziraphale rolled his eyes but complied. Crowley took the tray from him as Aziraphale joined him under the blanket. 

“It is rather warm under here. And you brought extra pillows. I don’t know that I’ll be able to leave this spot,” the angel said. He scooted closer to Crowley and leaned against his shoulder. “Not to mention, the company is lovely.” 

“Don’t flatter me. I know you’re just as excited for the cocoa as being next to me.” Crowley felt Aziraphale give his arm a gentle swat. 

They settled in, sipping their cocoa and occasionally taking something from the snack tray. They enjoyed the comfort of each other and listened to the music playing. The lights danced in the sky. It reminded Crowley of how the stars would move when they were first created. He didn’t miss being an angel, but he did miss being able to create. 

“Crowley, all of this has been lovely,” Aziraphale said. His hand trailed up Crowley’s arm. The demon leaned into the touch with a hum. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He turned to the angel and saw the lights twinkling in his eyes again. 

“I really am,” he replied softly. “Heaven should take some notes from this. I can’t think of anything that would be more of a paradise than this.” Crowley swallowed as he tried not to grin. 

“You sappy bastard,” Crowley said as he wrapped his arms around Aziraphale and pulled him closer. Aziraphale shifted to where he could lay his head against Crowley’s chest and put his arms around his waist. “But you’re right. This is by far one of the best places I’ve ever been.” 

Aziraphale curled closer, listening to Crowley’s heart beating in his chest. The feeling of lips pressed against the top of his head brought another smile to his face. 

It felt like they had won. They had defeated Heaven and Hell’s plans for destroying the world. Their tiny team of two had come out on top. And Aziraphale was happy that he had finally figured out what Crowley meant when he said, ‘their side.’ 

“I love you,” Aziraphale said. He could feel how Crowley shifted and leaned his cheek against Aziraphale’s head. 

“I love you too, Angel.” 

[j0kers-light]

I have a oneshot request/idea (only if you want to and think it’s a good idea). The the oneshot idea is that Y/n is bored and hesitantly asks joker what life is like in Arkham asylum, what it’s like being on the run, what’s it like to come face to face with Batman. And how he came across her book. Joker eyes her first and make her nervous but answers anyway.

Then she tries to ask about his personal life, before he became who he is but joker shuts it down immediately.

While she thinks this information could be good in her new project but joker doesn’t know that. Kinda like a small dedication/remembrance after he leaves in the future.

His Lighthouse: Probing Questions (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Probing Questions - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:  

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I read this email last night and immediately stopped working on the chapter update to fill this request! I know know, counterproductive BUT! I couldn't help myself!!

Naturally I didn't add any spoilers- meaning I didn't fill the request fully in the way you asked. (I already have the dedication page scene written out for J beloved 😝) I edited this while waiting in my doctor's office so if there's any errors, I'm blaming them. 👀Enjoy!!

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It always rained in Gotham City but tonight it was a terrifying downpour. Thunder shook the Earth and lightning filled the night sky.

Lower parts of Gotham City had active flash flood warnings and your neighborhood in Old Gotham was put on a power outage alert for the next few hours.

The apartment building's backup generators kicked on forty minutes ago with limited power on the top levels. Your penthouse was a dark eerie place and looked near haunted with the vaulted ceilings and windows casting gnarly shapes of the gloomy mess from outside.

It was as if Solomon Grundy's fateful night was happening all over again. The weather outside was that horrid.

Joker wasn't bothered by it and prepared himself for bed but you insisted he join you in the living room under your blanket fort. You couldn't sleep in these conditions and got carried away with the assembly.

He eyed the monstrosity that took up a good portion of the room and approached the 'door.'

He couldn't knock on a sheet but he saw your shadow on the other side and decided to play along.

"Knock knock. May I uh.. come... in?" He shook the bag of food in his hands. "I brought snacksssss."

You peeled back the polka dot sheet for J to enter, smiling wide. He had to bend at the waist to crawl inside but he quickly grew comfortable amongst the nest of pillows and blankets you created. It took you an hour and a half to build the fort and he had to admit, not bad at all. You even strung up some fairy lights that gave the fort a soft cozy vibe that he liked.

You smiled in thanks as Joker passed your favorite snack to you.

"So, you used to errr make blanket forts when the uhh power wentT out as a kid? You're such a dork, Bunny." He teased.

You fixed the 'door' closed before scrambling back inside to nuzzle into Joker's lap. "I don't see you complaining. In fact, someone made themselves right at home."

Alright, you had him there.

This fort of yours was well insulated since the central heat was off and he looked every bit a crowned prince reclined on the ottoman you dragged into the intimate area. You were gonna tease him further when the power went out completely; plunging the entire apartment into darkness.

You squeezed J tight and tried to calm your beating heart when a roll of thunder rattled your bones.

"Awww, my Light is scared of the dark."

You glanced up into Joker's eyes. They were the only source of light left. It was unnatural how they glowed but for once you didn't question it.

So what if you were a little spooked, everyone is scared of something right? "Y-You're not scared?"

Joker scoffed and automatically pulled you closer when another clap of lightning streaked across the sky. His instincts were screaming at him to protect you.

"Nah. What's a uhhh, guy.. like me to be scared of, hmm?"

Good point. But still. Everyone had their fears. Joker was no exception.

You rested your head on Joker's chest to let the soothing sound of his heartbeat calm yours. He was The Joker. People feared him and he survived the toughest prisons and mental institutions the world had to offer. What was a little thunder and lightning to him?

You hated how quiet it was. Surely Joker wouldn't mind talking to pass the time? The severe thunderstorm warning was expected to end around midnight..

"J-J... um. What was Arkham Asylum like?" You knew you hit a nerve when he flickered his gaze down at you and stared for the longest.

He didn't blink and you were unable to look away from the venomous green bewitching your soul. His silence was making you nervous.

You felt J's arms tense around you and knew he wasn't going to answer. Joker was a naturally guarded person and here you were asking personal questions, expecting him to share.

His laughter scared you witless. "Mmmm, my little bunny is very curious tonight. Whaddya want to knooooow?"

You bit your lip. What did you want to know? You weren't expecting an answer but since Joker was open to do so, you would use this opportunity to get some intel out of Joker for your current wip.

It was rare that Joker talked about himself so you would take this little miracle and run with it.

"Like... everyone knows about the asylum but w-what's it like as a patient? How were you treated?" You asked.

Joker exhaled and unknowingly drummed his fingers on your back. It was the same beat to a song you sang yesterday during lunch. And he said he didn't like it. Liar.

How could he answer without giving away too much information? He couldn't think of one.

So he told the truth.

"It's like hell, Bunny. You know it exists— ya don't wanna go, but once you get there... you do everything you can to survive until.." Another loud boom outside made his story ever more haunting, "...you just can't take iT anymore and escape."

Joker held you close, gently rocking you to comfort not just you, but also himself. He didn't know what came over him to talk about his past experiences; the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

"They treated us lower than dirt. You are the scum of society and these walls separate you from the good, upstanding citizens of Gotham, blah blah blah. Garbage is all it is. They drilled that spiel into our brains as they shocked the rest with electricity."

"W-What?" You paled.

"Mhm. Shock therapy Bunny. I got ahh used to it after the first weekly rounds but sometimes.. I-I can feel it. Lit-le tingles every now and then as if they're poking around for somethin' they'll never understand. Y/n, you're shivering. Hmm, should I stoP?"

Of course you were shivering, his account was inhumane! You couldn't imagine the pain Joker went through on a daily basis for years to talk about it so casually. 

No wonder he always escaped...

You didn't realize you said that last sentence out loud until J chuckled. He kissed the crown of your head and hummed. "Yep. That's why."

You twisted in Joker's arms so you sat sideways in his lap. This way you could look up into his neon green orbs and still be held.

"That's awful! So, what's it like being on the run and coming face to face with Batman?" Joker growled and smacked your thigh in anger.

You forgot he didn't like you saying his name in the apartment. Such a jealous man you love. He didn't have to be so heavy handed though.

"Bats and I have a errr, love/hate relationship doll. I love proving his opinion about the world wrong and he hates me in general. It's always... fun running into my bestie. It's addicting since we both know Bat is obsesssssed with me and, heh.. the feeling is mutual. Oh don't pout, baby doll. I only have the hots for you. C'mere."

Joker suddenly attacked you with kisses.

You were caught off guard and screamed as Joker tickled your sides in hopes of distracting you from your inquiry. He didn't mind answering your questions but he knew with your inquisitive mind, there would be no end to them once you began.

J didn't let up his assault and you landed on your back with him kissing and biting down your neck. You knew where this was going, however you had more questions to ask!

"Ah! I-I'm still curious how I have a r-role in all of this.. You seemed to tolerate me from the start, as if you already, ah yess.. l-liked me or something. How did you become a f-fan of my work again, J?"

You really couldn't talk straight when he kissed your body like that.

Just then a flash of lightning struck, illuminating Joker straddling you from above.

His hair was a bird's nest (courtesy of your hands tugging it) and that gorgeous face you grew to love was shining down at you with a level of love that had accumulated much longer than the four months you knew Joker.

You always had the feeling Joker loved you much longer than what he led you on to believe but without proper evidence, what could you do?

Perhaps today you would get some more insight.

J flashed one of his canines at you. God, his handsome smile was to die for. "You had me hooked with Welding the Sun my dear Light. I uhhh, killed someone searchin' for a copy.."

You pushed at his shoulders. "You did WHAT? J, are you serious?"

"I'm always serious bunny. That... That poem of yours... it.. messed.. me uP. I was soo lost back then, it was a uhh sparK that got me thinking differently about my life. It.. your words touched me. What kind of creature in this broken cruel world penned this powerful message? I had to know."

"So! I did a lit-le digging and found you. Perfect, beautiful, sweet little you and I couldn't. Get. Enough! I read every wo~rd ya printed. Watched every interview, consumed every last biT of media with your name attached to it. If it was related to you, I knew about it. You filled a void in me that was empty for soo long.. Imagine my surprise when I bumped into ya in Chinatown all those months ago. A uhh dream come true for mee."

Okay.... so what if Joker fell into the creepy fan category? You reciprocated his feelings so no harm no foul. It was kinda hot being desired with such an intensity.

But what did he mean by lost? Did he mean back when he was still.. normal? Did.. did you inspire J to become The Joker? Your thoughts were a plenty, trying to create a rough timeline of events here.

When did you finish your poetry project in school? When was the first spotting of The Joker recorded?

PAUSE. Was there an age gap between you and Joker?!

This conversation opened up too many doors for you to address at once. For now, you dialed it back and set about prioritizing the most important thing.

You reached a hand up to caress Joker's cheek.

It was soft to the touch thanks to all of the skin products you had him using at night. A shame it would never heal his scars but you loved them and the man they marred. It was another mysterious piece to the puzzle of who Joker was.

Would you ever truly know Joker? You wanted to try.

"I won't even ask how you heard about my poetry project. My part wasn't even published." J kissed your palm and scoffed.

His stare carried the message, I have my ways, and you didn't want to know the details.

"I'd love to read it if ya have the uhh original manuscript."

You rolled your eyes and moved yourself to sit in front of Joker. He was dodging the trauma being shared by changing the subject.

Joker watched as you began to fiddle with his hands in your lap.

They were so large and calloused compared to your dainty, smaller ones. One pair murdered and destroyed whereas the other created and inspired, yet they both found themselves in the other's company.

Such a small, interesting world indeed.

"I do. It's in a composition book in storage. J.. can I ask you another question?"

"Ya just did." You ignored his joke and inhaled a shaky breath.

Something told you he wouldn't like this next question but you knew your intended audience.

Welding the Sun wasn't a light and carefree read. You penned it when you were upset and confused with the world.

"You said my poem touched you.. back then. That was at least ten years ago. (*Longer depending on your age) W-what were you like b-before.. you before you came to be the Joker? I.. I can't help but wonder..."

You leaned forward to cup Joker's face in your shaking hands. His countenance was like stone, eyeing you down.

"Who hurt you so badly to make you change?" You cried.

You watched Joker's eyes swiftly freeze over. Whatever moment the two of you were sharing in this blanket fort was gone.

The severe thunderstorm outside was nothing compared to the storm brewing in Joker's dark jade eyes. Every wall that he originally tore down, was shutting you out once again.

Months of hard work coaxing Joker to open up and let you in was ruined with one sentence.

He stood up, taking the structural integrity of your fort with him as he escaped its comfort. It caved in on itself and trapped you inside.

"Joker! Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–" You cried out as you scrambled under the layers of bedding, desperately trying to stop Joker from leaving.

By the time you breached the top of the pile, Joker was already out the front door and headed into the howling storm outside.

[lorkai]

Request that I'm sending in because I had an idea, sorry if you're bombarded with Request and I hope you're taking care of yourself!! After the 'mask' incident Mc slowly works to get over their fear of the brothers and has their help in rebuilding trust. Because hurt / comfort helps my soul 😔😔

∘˚˳° A/N: Geez, I apologize for the delay, anon dear. But a) I had broken my phone so I couldn't play this event when you requested this. B) Last year I was dealing with a major writer's block, so I rewrote this like six or seven times until it was satisfactory for me and you. Fortunately I finally finished and I hope you like it, darling! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Warning: Mentions of nightmares, implied panic attack, Hurt / comfort, angst, turned out to be quite lengthy, probbly some typos

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Shadows crept across the bedroom ceiling. They were slow, meticulous and their long arms snaked over your head, played with strands of your hair or tugged roughly, the only reaction they wanted was fear. You shifted in bed and fluffed the pillows making it look like you had no fear or concern at all, but you were tense and shaky and those seven figures laughed at your deplorable attempt to demonstrate that you were a brave human.

Seven pairs of eyes gazed at you from the darkness that enveloped the room and the gleam in each of them promised a different calamity and evil that would be inflicted on you, despite this, you swallowed the saliva accumulated in your mouth and pretended not to notice them there, staring at you, waiting for a single moment that you weren't alert to attack you and drag you down to the deepest areas of hell; or your own hell.

After all, all these shadows and monsters only lived in your head. They were fragments of a trauma that gradually resurfaced and became clearer, even if you didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

"Mc, are you still with me?" Somewhere far away, a lucid and serious voice began to bring you back to reality little by little, away from the meaningless whispers they chanted. And out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone moving around, someone you've come to know better in the last few days and who you've taken as a friend. It was Solomon.

Weariness sat on your shoulders as you wiped your sweaty face and looked once more from side to side, in the sorcerer's presence those treacherous monsters did not dare to appear as they did to you. And it didn't take a genius to know that it must be something to do with your trauma or your magic was destabilized and making you relive that event over and over again, at that point you were prone to believe everything. Even after sleeping for a few hours, you felt as tired as if you had just run a marathon.

Worried eyes filled your vision as Solomon leaned over you and took your temperature with a thermometer before saying anything else, he looked awful too. His white hair fell over his sunken eyes full of dark bags and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Which was true, he was trying to create a perfect potion in order to make your nightmares lessen or disappear completely, but you knew the results had not been fruitful. And even though his intentions were good, even though he wanted to help you, you felt a twinge of guilt settle in your body for that.

You didn't want him to suffer. You didn't want anyone to suffer. The pain was yours alone to bear and yours to overcome, you've dealt with a near-death experience before. You were strong.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The sorcerer asked. He turned to the end table beside the bed and proceeded to fill a glass of water for you while squinting at you from the corner of his eye, analyzing each of your reactions carefully to know how to act accordingly. You had sensed it all that time with him, how subtle and caring he was, how he knew exactly what to do and what to say to make you feel better. And you let out a sigh, letting your mind wander elsewhere.

Whole weeks had passed and still you couldn't go on with your life, you couldn't stop shaking or stop remembering everything that happened, as if it were a horror movie. Deep down those masks only showed you what was most demonic within your dear demons and that left you with a suffocating fear, because in another timeline you might not have found Diavolo and explained the situation to him, because you might not know he didn't send the masks to the brothers and so, you could have died once again because you trusted Lucifer and his brothers. Trusted their words and everything they promised you, trusted because they swore they would never hurt you.

You had a history and people in the human world you cared about, people you didn't want to see crying at all, you had things you wanted to do and accomplish before your real death, a human death and not caused by a misfortune of fate. And your death was already a trauma that you forced yourself to forget and bury in the back of your mind to help Belphie reconcile with his brothers, but you couldn't handle a second death. Not when you feared even your shadow and the graceful mysteries of Devildom you once wanted to unravel.

The strangeness of that world fascinated you, but simple things like games and music were enough to get you trapped somewhere or cursed. And it reminded you how humans and demons are so different from each other, how one is strong and the other is weak, how one is prey and the other predator. As you or Solomon are no match for living with demons on a daily basis in your territory, even if you control them with your pacts. You would never be a match.

Demons kill others, just like Satan and Mammon told you with big smiles how they killed a bunch of inccubus once because they bothered them. Just as Beel always hinted that he would eat you or anyone else when his hunger reached a level he could no longer control. Just as Asmo loved to deceive people fairer than himself and drag them down to their disgrace, just like he did with poor Helene of Troy.

You could continue your long list for several hours, the point was that you no longer knew if you could continue in Devildom without knowing that you were totally safe, you could no longer see any demons with the same innocent glow you saw when you arrived for the first time. Now, each of them carried malice and ulterior motive behind a smile or polite gesture. Now they were all after your soul or anything else you had to offer.

“Why did you let me sleep, Sol?” You asked in a weak but irritated voice as the sorcerer handed you the glass of water, tapping your fingers against the glass and drinking the liquid in small, long gulps. You could almost hear your heartbeat in your ears and if you closed your eyes you would still feel the remnants of the last nightmare in your mind.

There was a limit to how much blood a person could see and your dreams exceeded those limits in an unhealthy way, they were episodes of night terrors that made you drink alarming amounts of coffee to be able to survive one day at a time. You didn't mind seeing hallucinations or hearing voices from lack of sleep, it was the least of your problems after all. "I lived it all over again… I saw it… You know what and what they said… You promised you wouldn't let me sleep, Solomon!"

“I know what I promised,” He said in a half whisper and looked away guiltily. His attention turned to the vials with bubbling liquids, releasing smoke that filled the table, in addition to his disorganized books that began to be piled up everywhere. His room was a mess and all of that reflected the two of you, messy, scared but trying to put the broken pieces back together and keep living. “I can't imagine what it's like to have recurrent nightmares, since I don't have them and I haven't had them before and if I did, I don't remember anymore. But you needed whatever rest you could get and I apologize for that. I just… I was just doing what I thought was best for you at the time, I'm sorry.”

You didn't answer him, you knew if you opened your mouth it would be anger speaking and not your wisdom, instead you focused on the scenery you could see through the open windows. You remembered the days you thought about what it would be like to live here with your brothers forever, if you would miss the sun and the heat or the typical human things and you recognized the answer now; Yes. You would miss typical human things. The vitamin D pills you needed to take regularly to make sure your immune system was healthy was just another reminder of how a human shouldn't be permanently in Devildom. As a human does not belong here.

You needed things that place couldn't offer you. You needed the normalcy and stability that place didn't have. You needed the security that place didn't have.

Obviously whether you were going to remain in Devildom now or not would have to do with how things would play out today. If the clouds told you anything it was that it must be day at that moment - not that you could tell the difference without consulting a watch, after all Devildom was always night, dark and cold. But the winds brought a comfort to you, the same comfort you felt when you laid your head on Simeon's shoulder or heard Luke singing softly, but mostly they carried an air of hope. A hope that you still didn't know if it was good or if it was bad, because what would happen today was something you couldn't predict and you felt your whole body tremble with anticipation.

Everything was as unpredictable as sand about to slip through your fingers. Like the quicksand that consumed your entire body in your recent nightmare and pulled you lower and lower to your death as the brothers circled you and watched you die with their polite words and sadistic smiles.

“I know that wasn't your intention, Solly.” You let out a weary sigh, watching clouds trail across the sky and tiny white lights dancing across it. A rain was about to start and it was all very ironic, the sky seemed to cry for you. “I know it can be hurtful but please don't do it again. I'd rather be run over by a rabid hawk than dream about them one more time.”

The sorcerer promptly nodded and then cleared his throat, throwing the black cloak over his shoulders as he hurried to close the windows, tiny raindrops tapping against the glass. He ran his hands over his face and turned to you, hiding his tiredness behind a sweet smile. “Let's go get some breakfast,” he whispered. “after that we have our little meeting with them.”

You almost suppressed a bitter laugh, after all today was the day you would meet the brothers for the first time since what happened. It was a hasty decision and you remembered with dread how your thoughts began to take the form of a clumsy and rushed letter, and how you asked Diavolo to deliver that same letter to Lucifer. Your short, cold words ran across that yellowed sheet. They were the words of a prey afraid to face its predator.

But it had to be done, you couldn't live in fear. You needed closure so you could move on and heal from everything that haunted you, yet you knew that even if you forgave them your nightmares wouldn't just go away.

You remembered how terrible it was to wake up day after day after Belphie killed you, you remembered the shadows hanging from your wardrobe and their disgusting whispers, you remembered the recurrent feeling of suffocation and how you were sure that at any moment someone would would jump out of the dark corners of your room to kill you again and again and again. Your resurrection wasn't natural and in bringing you back Lilith must have done something wrong for you to start seeing things, for you to start feeling the spirits on the other side angry that you were given another chance when they've been waiting so long.

Or maybe all the fear and stress was getting to you, completely consuming your being and driving you crazy. Even so, you shook those thoughts away and stretched letting the heat leave your body as you began to dress accordingly. All you wanted was to stay in bed forever, lulled by temporary comfort and its negativity. But another part of you was screaming at you to fight back and not give in to temptation, and that was the part you decided to listen to.

"Morning y'all!" You tried to sound as confident as you could and sat down next to Luke, drumming your fingers against the table in a rapid rhythm as Simeon finished making the pancakes and toast. The almost divine smell just made your stomach churn, but you forced a smile and hoped it was enough to not have Simeon worrying too much.

The little angel started to tell you about the salamander he and Simeon had found the other day, trying to create a loophole for any contact he could have without sounding like he was scared that you had gone through all that. But it was obvious, his big blue eyes looked at you as if any second you were going to disappear and his small hands held yours with a pretense that he wanted to see how much bigger they were compared to his. It was cute and made you genuinely smile for a few moments.

You had the feeling he'd told you this story two or three times before, but you decided not to mention it at all. You weren't paying attention before and didn't want to disappoint the angel or Simeon who supplemented the story with comments from his point of view. His face would light up every time you smiled and he would tell you with great enthusiasm about the fire animal, not forgetting a single detail about the sound it made or how it moved lazily over the backyard stones.

The sound of his voice filled your silence perfectly and he didn't mind talking for both of you as long as you were in his line of sight and you were okay.

“And then when Simeon reached out to give it the sandwich, do you know what he did?” Luke asked laughing lightly just remembering what had happened. You forced a smile and shook it off. “It turned its back and ignored him. But the expression on its face was priceless, did I mention I took it picture?”

Breakfast came and went with a tense air. You expected to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders like you so often did, but there was something like relief and gratitude and it was in that moment that you realized that whatever happened today you would not be alone to face it all. Despite having spent most of the time listening to what they had to say, you felt your face hurt from smiling so much at the jokes and banter made between the angels and small tears almost left your eyes.

"Mc, if you're scared you can hold my hand." Luke's smooth voice reached your ears as you left for the RAD. He tried to be strong for you, for him and for everyone, and you held his little hand with a secure smile. “It's going to be okay, Mc. I'm your guardian angel. I will stay by your side at all times and won't let any evil demons get close to you!"

"Thanks."

You held his little hand and continued to make your way there, noticing how demons opened their shops and children ran on the sidewalks, laughing and making noise. There was still something relatively normal about that scene that calmed you down and filled you with determination. And the moment you found yourself in front of those golden doors, you felt that you were close to accomplishing something necessary. Necessary but no less frightening. A huge sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you realized the brothers hadn't arrived yet. At the very least, they should be giving you time to calm your anxious heart or to run away.

You studied the great room with interest. The floors, the walls, the long table, the windows, all known exits. And finally, you sat down in the seat that had been yours since the beginning of the exchange program and wistfully, you ran your finger over three figures drawn in marble. You, Levi and Mammon were clumsily drawn there. It was related to some joke that you couldn't remember anymore, but that had you chuckling throughout that day's meeting and getting scolded by Lucifer later on, even though the soft look in his eyes told you he wasn't really mad about it.

Nostalgia clouded your senses, but you took a deep breath and focused on the hesitant tick that sounded or Simeon's nervous feet that hit the ground every second. The angel looked to his D.D.D and then to the door or to Solomon, who was unusually quiet and serious, standing there as a defender of the humans as well as a mentor who protects his apprentice with everything he has.

“After here do you want to watch some movies?” You proposed in an almost indifferent and distant tone, but they noticed a peculiar glint in your eyes and the idea was unanimously accepted.

You felt yourself smiling once more. The tranquility of having them by your side made you allow yourself to relax and you laid your head on the table, thinking and rethinking how you wanted things to happen. Anxiety had already run through your entire body and now, it left you with thousands of scenarios that you couldn't control and didn't want to. You were ready to accept all possible outcomes of whatever happened today.

Luke was already starting to list all the movies he wanted to watch with all of you and he let out a low chuckle, a chuckle you almost couldn't hear over the many footsteps echoing in the hallway. Heavy footsteps and hurried voices, sad and dejected. In your chest your heart was beating wildly and suddenly it felt like you had swallowed earth, not a single understandable word, not a sarcastic joke, not a sound left your throat. The cacophony of sounds seemed to be all-consuming and you jumped into your chair as Barbatos calmly opened the doors for Diavolo to enter, stealing a glance in his direction and then glancing briefly back at the brothers.

Simeon noticing your reactions took out a bottle of water os his bag and handed it to you. He patted your shoulders and rested his gaze on his brothers, analyzing each one's movement with enviable accuracy. You tried to imitate him, even under your eyelashes. But the awkward gesture just made it look like you didn't want to look at them.

Mammon had his head down, unable to maintain eye contact and Levi, beside him, leaned on his older brother's shoulders as if his eyes were still blurred from tears. You could hear his sobs contained in the silence that perpetuated in the meeting room and no one dared to say anything, not even Diavolo who shifted his weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortable with the situation or Barbatos who was famous for being able to mediate difficult situations.

But the butler offered you an encouraging smile, his dark eyes urging you to take the first step, to say everything you had hidden inside you. And taking a deep breath, you began to gather your thoughts once more before you dared say anything, before you just let your fears override the happy experiences you shared with them, before everything was tainted by every mistake they have made.

As if they didn't know how to act, what to say or didn't even have the strength to look in your direction for more than two seconds before they are consumed by remorse and guilt for everything they've done. “That's all I could handle. What I couldn't do is act like your family therapist, if you have communication problems go to family therapy or something like that. That sounds rude, but I have my own issues to deal with and I feel suffocated with you always on my shoulders.”

"I didn't ask to be selected as an exchange student which in fact no one asked me if I wanted to participate. Even so, I tried my best to get along with and understand our differences, I spent sleepless nights studying for exams, whole days in the library to do the assignments. All without asking anyone for help.” You broke the silence of the room, your voice sounding sterner than you intended. You swallowed hard and got to your feet, walking around the table and ignoring how the brothers walked away as if they were in pain.

It wasn't fair and none of them really apologized for every threat, attempted death or, well, your death, they always gave you half words and puppy eyes hoping you would give in to their will each time. Seldom have you found comfort in their apologies, as demons don't apologize and they don't know how to apologize.

You thought about how having alone time was almost a privilege. They didn't mean it or have bad intentions when looking for you to spend time together, you know, but it was suffocating at times. There was a lot of pressure on you, especially having to deal with death threats. You always had to be the understanding human who forgave every mistake they made.

Mammon growled something softly. He rubbed his neck anxiously and dared to look at you as if the exertion alone had drained him of all life force. His eyes were red from recent crying, at least that's what it looked like. And weakly, he murmured. “No one here will blame you if you decide to walk away and leave us, really. We… I know I was an asshole at times, always looking down on you or making jokes and pranks that weren't really funny, even dragging you into my shenanigans because I wanted company during punishments, but during the last few days I thought about everything I did and I want to apologize to you, Mc.”

And holding back a sigh, you proceeded. “Every apology I receive sounds fake to my ears, just an attempt to make the exchange student not drop out of the program before the year is over or to tell Lord diavolo everything that happened in the place that was supposed to be for my protection. I've endured a lot and… And I don't know if I can go back to the House of Lamentations, nor do I know if I'm going to stay in Devildom much longer."

You almost took a step forward to comfort him, but stopped yourself and shook your head. “No Mammon, you never did anything bad to me. Did you annoy me and take up a lot of my time? Yes, but I know very well that behind every silly word you meant well and that you would never put me in harm's way on purpose. It's not your apologies I need, but I accept them anyway.”

You leaned against the edge of the table, looking back for your water bottle. The tense atmosphere was starting to bother you a little, but you understood the meaning behind the silence and those guilty looks; you recognized that silent suffering and wanted them to bring that suffering to life by talking about it.

“Mc, I must also apologize for everything I've done and said to you. I can't say that I share your pain and anguish, nor even that I understand it, but from the bottom of my heart I want to rectify my past mistakes, I want to become a better demon who is worthy of being in the same place as you, if that's what you wish. So please forgive me.” Satan, with his pretty words and good posture, looked lost. You could almost see the cogs running over his head, trying to form some coherent sentence to convey his thoughts.

But what caught your attention the most happened right after. The avatar of wrath knelt at your feet as if this was an act of pride for him, as if he didn't care that his blond hair touched the floor of the meeting room or that his back ached from the position. And you didn't know how to react to that, your face was a mix of expressions, but at least you knew that Satan was determined to right his wrong.

And Leviathan did the same as his brother. “I wasn't the best of friends either, Mc. I know I prioritized my anime or only thought about my problems instead of our friendship. For this and for many other things that I have done I would like to apologize, I recognize that I was a fool.” His voice, though muffled, was filled with guilt. And several memories went through his head of how you always tried to get along with him when he didn't make the same effort, as if the relationship you had wasn't reciprocated. As if he didn't care about this normie who talked about anime and manga he'd never heard of or were boring in his opinion.

His indifference sometimes shut you up and made you lose the will to comment on your favorite anime that was famous in the human world. After all, even though you can communicate well, there was no point in talking to someone if they didn't treat you well. And even though it was light compared to what his brothers did, it was also something that hurt you a lot. Indifference hurts after all and Levi saw it as he looked towards you, watching your cold expressions.

A part of you was enjoying finally being heard, finally feeling the knot that had been wrapped around your throat so tightly melt away and the weight of keeping it all to yourself lifted. But a more selfless part of you wanted to hold and comfort them just as you know that, despite all their mistakes, they would comfort you. It was complicated.

“Mc, my angel, if I can still call you that.” Asmo cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to get your attention. And you waved, even though now the nickname made your skin crawl with memories of weeks ago, of how his voice was shrill, screaming for you as he chased you, as he tackled you to the ground and held your hands, making you unable to move while others laughed and watched.

Your heart fluttered and you shivered. But you managed to take a deep breath and focus on the present moment, gripping the water bottle with a considerable grip.

“But as I thought back on my actions I was able to recognize where I went wrong. I'm sorry Mc.” Asmo took a step forward as if he wanted to reach out for your hand to caress and hold it, but Barbatos stopped him at that very moment. The butler seemed to carry a stern warning in his dark, expressionless eyes, causing the avatar of lust to back away. “My sweet angel, I beg your forgiveness. I know they may just be empty words to you, but I swear they're true. And if you can forgive us, forgive me, I promise I'll do better.”

“At first I confess that I did not understand what I had done wrong, after all I know that I can be a little narcissistic and only think about myself and my well being.” The sincere confession made you laugh, but you recovered in a few seconds. He was your narcissistic lover, you just wish he would be a little more considerate before making a comment that could make you feel that old insecurity and remind you of bad times in your childhood and adolescence.

There was a long moment of silence in which Beel and Belphie looked at each other as if they could read each other's thoughts, a second in which you were sure they knew what was going through each other's heads, as you had witnessed several times how Beel knew what Belphie needed or wanted. And then both twins turned to you, completing each other's sentences with the same melancholy as when they used to tell you about Lilith.

“It is our demonic nature to do things that humans do not approve of or understand, just as it is human nature to do things that we do not understand or approve of.” Belphie said hesitantly, scratching his head. Unlike his brothers, he looked like he hadn't slept in days and was almost climbing the walls, desperate for a cup of coffee that would make him forget about how he killed you, how he mocked you and how he was now living. one step away from losing you, if your heart told you to leave.

And you saw how he quickly wiped away a lone tear that slipped from his eye, choosing to hide his face in his older twin's shoulder and letting his eyes wander towards the ground and his kneeling brothers.

You sat back down with Solomon and Simeon, suddenly exhausted and your head spinning. The kneeling brothers raised their heads due to your sudden departure and they seemed to be thinking the same thing: how to comfort you without touching you, how to reach your soul with the truth when their sweet words have already caused you so much pain.

“We know that talking about nature is not an excuse for acting as we did with you, nor does it make our actions more acceptable, me and my brothers did horrible things just like you said. And I can't promise you that more mistakes won't happen since everyone makes mistakes, but if you stay I promise you that I will always try to do my best to keep you safe and happy. And I will make sure my brothers do too.” Beel completed his brother's thought, putting one of his arms around the youngest of the family's shoulders in a gesture of comfort.

Beel's hugs were always warm and comfortable, always putting you to sleep through the hardest of nights. And they were also dangerous, strong enough to crush you if he wasn't careful.

But before they could act, Simeon let you lay your head on his shoulder as he whispered softly in your ear. And Solomon held your hand, drawing cute shapes and animals with a magic pen to distract you from the queasy feeling that lodged in your belly.

“If you want a break, I can get them out, Mc.” Diavolo who up until this point had been quiet spoke up, arms crossed as he analyzed the situation. But you denied it with a hand gesture.

“I'm fine,” You said. “I'm just resting my mind. But Lucifer still hasn't apologized."

The eldest among the brothers was stared at by everyone. Was his pride something that would keep him from admitting he'd been wrong on more than one occasion? Was he so proud that he wasn't able to apologize for mistakes made? You didn't want to think that. Your heart ached at the thought.

He had let you down, he had let his brothers down, and he had let down Lord Diavolo who had tasked him with protecting you. Instead of doing that, he threatened you every chance he got and you know you'd never be able to waltz again without worrying about your dancing partner trying to break your hand like he did. It was the little things that upset you the most.

Lucifer was the last brother to kneel, his back arched in the air and his head lying on the ground. He didn't dare look up and see your expression like his younger brothers did, he couldn't stand it. He failed again with someone he cared about. He could hear Lilith mocking him, could imagine what his brothers and Diavolo thought of him. But it was your opinion that mattered most. Sobs left his throat and he allowed himself to cry.

“You're right, I haven't apologized yet. I just couldn't find words good enough.” His voice was gravelly, but his words were as sincere as the pain in it. “I can't erase everything I've done to you, Mc, but I can ask forgiveness for every threat, every time I made you feel afraid or angry, every time I didn't pay attention to you and your problems, and especially, for every action I made you that push you to your death. I hope you can forgive me, Mc. Or at least forgive my brothers.”

"If you have to hate someone, hate me, Mc. But don't hate my brothers, that's all I ask of you." His weak and choked voice was enough to make you shed a few tears too, looking at all the demons kneeling in front of you. Each with a different expression of anguish and pain.

You took a deep breath, sad to witness that scene. Your feelings were all conflicting, you didn't know if you should forgive them or not. And most of all, they might not keep their promise that they won't hurt you again.

"Follow your heart, little sheep." Simeon whispered for you to hear, taking your hand in a gentle grip as he looked down at his former angel brothers. He also felt sad and disappointed, because as angels they would never have done something like that to someone dear. "If your heart desires one thing, then it can't be wrong."

"But what if it is?"

"Then we'll be here to help you." Solomon whispered from your other side. His fingers playing innocently with yours.

"But what if it's too late?"

"You have my blessing, no one can touch you without your permission." Luke reminded you with a small smirk.

And it's true enough, the first thing the young angel did when they found you was put a blessing on you. One that would protect you more than the magical amulets Solomon gave you as a gift, one that would protect you for years to come. And if any malicious demon tried anything, they would suffer severe consequences that could cost them their own life.

Nervously, you drank more water and got up. You looked at each of them with a mixture of different emotions swimming inside your chest, then you approached Lucifer and made him look up to face you. You dried your tears with your thumbs and offered a small smile.

"I couldn't hate you or your brothers, you dumb demon." You laughed at such a thought. They were like your little dysfunctional family and hating one of them was almost impossible, yet they managed to be insufferable at times.

You moved away from him so that you were in front of everyone once more. "I forgive you, but we'll have to discuss conditions later."

Several choruses of agreement were heard. The brothers were as trembling as leaves and each one of them was crying, some more than others.

With wobbly legs, Mammon came to you. He still didn't seem to believe it, but when his arms closed around your waist and he smelled your scent so characteristic that he missed it, the avatar of greed began to cry profusely in your arms. And he was followed by Levi who was sobbing and stuttering.

"Get up, I want a hug." You said and opened your arms. You really hoped you were making the right choice, you hoped they wouldn't hurt you again. "Come on, get up!"

One by one the others followed, wrapping you in a warm, snug pile of hugs. Your heart was light even though an urgency resided within you and all the fear was there as well, but you were sure that in time it would go away. What wouldn't go away would be your love for your dear demons.

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Quilts

On a particularly boring day you and Gabriel decide to build a pillow fort in the bunker.

Day 4. Quilts.

It was the middle of the day, and you were bored. Nothing good was on tv, and as interesting as walls can be, staring them down was gonna get you nowhere in life. So, as most sane people do, you decided to build a pillow fort. And who better to call as a backup architect than your boyfriend, Gabriel. As if on cue wings flap behind you, with a smile you turn around.

"Hey Gabe~ Feel up to designing a castle with me?" You offer a cheeky smile, knowing he couldn't refuse the opportunity to mess around.

He scoffs slightly. "As if I'd ever refuse to create some mayhem~ Especially with you. Now how do you plan to create this 'castle' of yours?"

"I figured we can snag all the pillows, blankets, couch cushions and every piece of furniture in the building that's not nailed down and build a fort? Unless of course you have a better plan oh master architect." You over exagerate a bow and chuckle softly as you tease him. He only smugly raises an eyebrow.

"I mean I could just-" He holds his hand up and snaps his fingers. "-snap my fingers just like that, and boom! We're in an actual castle. But I have a feeling my dolly wants to actually build a fort, don't you?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, amused. "Indeed, where's the fun in a fort if you don't personally get to build it? I shall not enter a fort that my hands never had a part in creating! I declare it here and now, with you as my witness!" Somehow without fail Gabriel always manages to bring out your more goofy side. Not that you mind, it's good to relax sometimes.

"Ah, I see. Then I shall hold you to that, I will testify in any court that requires it!" Gabriel and you both giggle.

"Alright! Let's go grab some pillows!" You run off and start grabbing everything you can find, pillows, quilts, couch cushions, nothing soft and comfy is safe from your onslaught. In no time at all you and Gabe have managed to pile everything into the living room. "Ok! How should we design this...?" You look to Gabriel for assistance, he rubs his hands together greedily.

"And now it's my time to shine Dolly! Grab those cusions for me." He points to what he needs and together you both build the best pillow fort in history. Somehow there's two floors and a functioning elevator. Quilts line the floors to add extra comfort, and pillows are abundant.

"This is the best thing I've ever made with someone..." You break out into a proud smile at your handywork, it is rather impressive. Grabbing Gabriels hand you drag him into the fort, together you both lay, surrounded by your hard work. Reaching out you grab some quilts and wrap both you and Gabe in blankets.

The quilts are all gifts from friends and people you've saved in the past. Patterns and swirls can be found everwhere on them, smiling you trace them, following them with your fingers. Giggling sofly you drag your fingers over Gabriels back, he only turns and smiles contently at you. Enjoying your happiness.

"Oh get over here~" Gabe grabs you and wraps you into a hug, pulling you against him with a laugh and a happy smile. Soon you're cocooned in the warmth of blankets. Thankful for the best cure of boredom, Gabriel.

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Notes

A/N: papa!vik x reader- but this is while reader is pregnant. i have an idea about how this is going to go... ish. please bare with me. i need the soft.

Word count: 582

The sun had long since shifted below the horizon, the gentle buzz of insects singing into the night- the ambiance they create normally able to help sooth you to sleep, but you can't seem to get comfortable on the bed. 

For one, it isn't yours- or you should say, it is now. 

For two, you realize, it is hard to relax and sleep with the swell of your stomach. Normally a belly sleeper, you have been forced to your sides. Viktor had tried to help, the sweetheart he is, but nothing seemed to work. 

Pushing yourself up, you grab your pillow and a blanket, dragging them into the living room behind you, feeling very much like a child trying to sway mom and dad into letting you sleep with them. Coffee table covered in blue prints and various pages of notes, you find Viktor well enough engrossed that he doesn't notice you right away, leaning over off of the couch looking none too comfortable. His leg must ache.

Shuffling forward, you offer a sheepish smile, the action not meeting your eyes. You feel small under the scrutiny of his eyes once they fall on you- like an experiment he can't quite figure out. Sighing, he sits up, rolling his shoulders. 

“Can not sleep?” shaking your head, you shuffle closer, hopefully. 

“Can… Can I lay on the couch behind you?” your voice is barely above a whisper, worrying at your lip. You are both getting used to one another- practically strangers- but he nods, shifting. 

“I still have work,” he grumbles watching you brighten, tugging your blanket behind you. His eyes follow you in quietly concealed amusement. Settling behind him, you cuddle up into the pillow, allowing it to rest on his back for added support, but you are careful to not touch him yourself, sighing blissfully as the cushions seem to wrap around you. 

“Can you…” humming unsure, you stare at his back, watching him twist slightly to look down at you, eyebrow quirked, waiting. “Can you talk out loud? What you're working on.” eyebrows shooting up, he regards you, huffing out a laugh.

“Boring enough to lull you to sleep, eh?” sitting up rather abruptly, you wince, hand cradling your stomach, eyes wide. 

“No… no, it isn't that,” you assure him, your frantic tone startling him. He was teasing- perhaps he was… too dry. He offers you a soft smile, hand resting over yours on your stomach. “It's just… I really like your voice…” your voice tapers off, voice getting smaller with each word, refusing to match his eyes. Blinking, he turns towards you more.

“You… do?” you just nod, glancing up at him slightly through your lashes. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, sighing. “If it's weird, VIktor… you don't have to- really.” he shakes his head quickly, hair swishing around his head, pieces slapping against his face. 

“Okay.”

“I eh have just never been told such a thing before,” he admits, shrugging sheepishly. Softening, you brace your hand over his, rubbing your thumb there lightly for a moment before he pulls away, motioning for you to lay down.

“Lie,” his voice is soft, accent thick with an emotion you aren't able to pinpoint, and at this point, your sleep deprived brain wouldn't be able to hang onto the meaning for long, even if you figured it out. “I will… go over my notes if that is okay?” smiling, you settle back into the cushions, nuzzling the pillow gently, eyes trained on him.

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Stormy Days and Blanket Forts w/ Wilbur Soot

A/N: Hi! This is like a weird combination of fic and unstructured ideas/blurbs? Sorry if it’s no good, I don’t have the energy to write a full fic but I had to get this idea out of my head. Thanks for reading :)

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~The weather station had been warning of a bad storm for days. It was predicted that the wind and rain would cause power outages all over your town and the surrounding counties. You weren’t too concerned, as storms like this were common where you grew up, but Wilbur had been buzzing around all morning. He wanted to make sure both of your phones and laptops were charged completely before the power went out. You busied yourself by prepping and cooking homemade chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate in the kitchen.

~While you cooked you noticed that Wilbur was making quite a bit of noise in the other room and you made a mental note to go check on him when it was safe to walk away from the stove without burning anything. Whatever he was doing involved dragging furniture around and humming softly to himself. Once the soup and hot chocolate were finished and poured into thermoses to keep warm you wandered into the living room to see what your boyfriend was up to.

~When you walked into the living room Will was nowhere in sight, but what you saw instead made your jaw drop. Wilbur had been busy creating one of the most extravagant blanket forts you had ever seen. He had set up your dining room chairs so that he could create high walls made of flannel sheets. There were piles of comforters making up the floor of the fort, and several pillows strewn around to create a cozy nest. Both yours and Will’s laptops were sat on the floor at the entrance of the fort.

~Suddenly Wilbur appeared with a stack of DVD cases in his arms. You felt your face heat up as you scanned the options he had gathered. You didn’t own many DVDs anymore, but the ones you did have were children’s movies that you couldn’t part with. Amongst the titles were Casper, Spirit, Flubber, and Monster’s Inc. Will grinned at you as he made his way across the room to dump the movies on the floor next to the laptops.

“Baby, what is all of this?” You asked quietly, moving to kneel next to Will on the floor.

“Well, when we were first dating you told me how storms used to scare you when you were little,” He started, and you felt your heart squeeze with emotion. “And I remembered you saying your mom used to build blanket forts with you to distract you from the thunder outside.” He finished, gesturing towards his fabric masterpiece.

“Oh, Will…” You started, but before you could say anything else you were interrupted by the lights going out. You were grateful for the moment of darkness because the tears in your eyes were dangerously close to overflowing. You had told him that story over a year ago and he had remembered.

~You heard Wilbur rummaging around in the dark, and then there was a click and he stood in front of you with a flashlight in his hand. He moved around the room, lighting small candles he had laid out on the mantle and coffee tables. Before long the room was fully illuminated by the warm glow of candle light. You took the flashlight and retrieved the thermoses of soup and hot chocolate, bringing them back to the living room.

“What movie do you want to watch first?” Wilbur asked, spreading the DVD cases on the floor in front of you. You thought for a moment before answering.

“Okay… Don’t judge me, but I’m going to pick this one!” You said laughing, plucking the case from the floor and hugging it to your chest. It was Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School. You and Will had gotten into arguments before over which Scooby Doo movie was the best. You preferred this one, but Wilbur swore that Scooby Doo on Zombie Island was the superior Scooby movie. He laughed as he took the DVD from you, sliding the disk into the laptop.

~You continued to watch him as he hit play on the laptop and crawled into the blanket fort, settling into the nest of pillows and blankets. His face was mostly masked by shadows but you could see his brilliant smile even in the low lighting. He stretched his arms towards you and made grabby hands, silently asking you to join him. You crawled in and snuggled into his arms, as he nuzzled his chin into your hair, sighing with content.

~You laid like that for the duration of the movie, Wilbur’s arms wrapped around you. You played absentmindedly with his long fingers, only half paying attention to the movie on the laptop screen. You couldn’t help but smile everytime he snorted at the cartoon characters. If you could have lived in that moment forever, you would have. Content and cozy in your lover's arms, watching a movie in comfortable silence.

~You spent the rest of the evening watching children’s movies and playing games that Wilbur had squirreled away inside the blanket fort. First was a fast-paced game of Uno, which ended in you swatting Wilbur’s cards out of his grasp while he hit you with several “draw 4” cards in a row (was that even legal gameplay?) , and he laughed maniacally when you dramatically stuffed the cards back in the box and tossed it out of the opening of the fort.

~And the next morning, you woke up in the warmth of Wilbur’s arms, faint slivers of sunlight sifting through the walls of the blanket fort. You laid there, listening to Will’s heartbeat and thinking about how lucky you were to be in love with a man who kept the childlike wonder alive. Who remembered the smallest details of your stories and brought them to life all over again.

[adashulaz]

Another fic snippet

Félix sat on a couch with Yaoyorozu on the other side. It was silent, the only noise coming from the kitchen. “So you two synced up?” Adrien sounded confused.

Adrien was even more confused when he learned that Félix was trans because of this. Apparently Adrien just assumed Félix was born without an Adam's Apple. “It seems so.” Yaoyorozu spoke for him. He only shifted slightly, no one was meant to find out like this. “At least nothing got blood on it!” Midoriya sounded cheerful. It made him want to groan out loud, instead he stayed silent.

“Which is lucky since it probably would've stained since laundry is going to be done tomorrow.” Marinette pointed out as she walked into the room with Bakugou behind her. He glanced at the two, they had a few things of food in their arms. He only looked away from them, the idea of eating made him sick. “We made you guys some food.” Bakugou was quieter than normal. Maybe he realized yelling made people hate his guts.

“Thank you, that's really sweet of you.” Yaoyorozu sounded sickenly sweet. It made Félix want to gag, maybe this period was just making him extra irritated by everything around him. He watched as Marinette and Bakugou set the things of food down. His eyes were focused on the options before him. “It's no problem Momo, I'm always happy to help my friends.” Félix looked up to see Marinette smile a bit.

He only looked away before she could notice his staring. His eyes went back to the food. “It's not poisoned.” He glanced at the usually annoyed blonde before looking back at the food. “If it's made by Marinette then I wouldn't assume it is, she is dating my cousin after all. It would look bad on her part if she made an attempt to kill me.” His tone came out harsher than he meant it to.

He shifted slightly once again. “Well you guys can eat this, any of you can. I'm gonna make some more with the help of Bakugou.” Marinette sounded anxious as she dragged Bakugou back into the kitchen. He only glanced around the room, Kaminari had a remote in hand. “You guys wanna watch something?” He only hummed as everyone else gave a verbal agreement.

He barely gave them attention as they tried to decide on something to watch. He only rested his elbow on the arm of the couch as he rested his cheek in his palm. He closed his eyes, he could rest his eyes for a small bit as the others argued over what to watch.

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Momo was able to help her classmates and friends decide on something to watch with the help of Iida. With his help, they were able to create a voting system so they could pick. In the end, they were watching lego movies. She smiled as the group watched the first movie with the same excitement of a small child, obviously not all of them but it did warm her heart to see them all getting along.

She gave the blonde on the couch with her a small glance. It quickly turned into a full stare. The blonde was passed out, using the arm of the couch as a makeshift pillow. She only looked at the blanket she had on her lap, it was a weighted blanket that she made. She made it big enough so they could both share it in case he would also like something weighted. She didn't make two because she only had breakfast and a few snacks, making two would make her sick.

She moved closer to the blonde, sharing the blanket with him. He only shifted slightly. She moved her attention back to the TV as she got herself comfortable. Marinette and Bakugou would move between the kitchen and the living area. She grabbed a small snack from the table, simple macarons that Marinette made for them.

By the third movie, Marinette and Bakugou joined them in the living area. Enough food on the table in front of the couch to feed a small army. “Thank you for making food.” Momo could see as Marinette blushed a bit as she cuddled up with Sabrina. Bakugou didn't show any form of embarrassment as he just gave a small dismissive wave of his hand. “It's the least we could do Yaoyorozu.” Marinette gave a small smile.

Momo only smiled back. “Still, it's very kind of both of you to do it when you didn't have to.” Momo grabbed another macaron and took a bite.

[i-like-turkey]

What my mom says: “your furniture is 10 years old. I’d rather we leave it and buy new stuff. Finish your cost estimates, but that’s my preference.”

What my mom means: you have the most uncomfortable couch I’ve ever had the misfortune of sitting on. I hated it when you bought it for your first post grad school year in that tiny studio apartment and I hated it when you bought an identical one following your move West. I want to take an axe to it when I arrive in August.

Jokes on her though cause I’m just going to buy something similar if we leave it.

Tbh it’s a bad couch. More of love seat. I’m tiny—height wise at least cause 💪🏼—and I can’t fully stretch out on it. But I like it because my feet can hit the ground when I sit down, it doesn’t hurt my back (fucked that up playing sports), and it leaves me more room in my small apartment for home gym activities and playing with my pup. My new place is smaller. No way I get a full size couch.

[tojigasm]

OKAY, I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR TOJI MASTER LIST AND I'M DEEPLY IN LOVE HOW YOU MAKE TOJI IN CHARACTER, ESPECIALLY IN A NSFW SITUATION. BUT HONESTLY, I'M WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A HEADCANON OF THE READER DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD? I FEEL LIKE THOSE ARE RARE, ESPECIALLY WITH TOJI AS MY COMFORT CHARACTER. THAT WOULD BE GREAT — YOUR POSTS GIVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN AND I LOVE THAT, I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY. #DILFTOJISUPREMACY

Hi anon!! first off, I'm so happy to hear you enjoy my works and that you love them so much!! （。＾▽＾）and yes #dilftojisupremacy!! so for this request, i did a little research and reading on ADHD (as I'm not diagnosed) and just wanted this to be accurate as i could make it. That being said, if anything is wrong please let me know! <3 i hope you enjoy! :D

Cw: a little bit of frustration, comfort, pet names, fluff <3

↳ He's so patient with you, sometimes he'll be talking to you about whatever he's doing tomorrow and you swear you're paying attention until you realize you're thinking about why one of the pillows on the couch is a darker beige than the others and Toji's voice is faint as he calls your name before gently rubbing at your thigh.

↳ "Oh, sorry!" you'd smile sheepishly

↳ Toji only closes his eyes with a chuckle, shaking his head before continuing, "It's alright, sweetie."

↳ Sometimes you'll get really honed in on a task, spending nearly the entire day on a painting you'd started early that morning. Your balcony was covered in splattered paints of greens and pastel blues as you'd been painting and repainting and painting. you had a perfect envision of the beach near your house that you expected to create perfectly, it was already pictured in your mind, how hard could it be to get it on paper?

↳ it was very hard.

↳ Having started when the air was still cool and dewdrops rested along the chipped wood of your balcony, you'd begun to get a little frustrated and tired. The paints weren't coming out right and the picture in your head wasn't as clear as it was before you'd started.

↳ The air had begun to get cooler again as the sun quickly sank over the hill behind Toji's house and you, not even realizing how much time you'd spent on your painting, were still outside.

↳ Toji came home around 7pm when the sun had finally set and the sky was a pinkish grey that warmed the entry way to your house.

↳ "baby?" Toji called from the bottom of the stairs. Usually you'd be in the kitchen or living room and he'd be able to hear you from the door, but with the unnerving silence and your lack of response, he quickly made his way up the burgundy stairs and up to your shared bedroom.

↳ Once he'd opened the door he was immediately met with the chill from outside and the image of you sitting out on the balcony on your little beige knitted blanket and legs stuffed into the fabric of his hoodie you'd stolen.

↳ "Jesus Christ, kid." he grabbed at your arm, dragging you back inside to the warmth of the room and shutting the door to the outstretch, "Were you out there all day?"

↳ Suddenly you realized how long you'd actually been out there.

↳ You'd been so focused at the task at hand you'd forgotten to do anything else which quickly allowed the day to slip from you without realization.

↳ Toji must've realized what happened as his eyes settled on your distant expression. Pulling you into his arms he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as his arms ran and up down your cold arms, "C'mon, lets get some food in ya, how's that sound?"

↳ Sometimes you'll get frustrated when your mind gets a lil overwhelmed and you're juggling too many thoughts at once

↳ Toji and you were eating breakfast when he'd asked you what classes you needed to go to later.

↳ You were in the middle of answering when your mind began to sort of jumble up your thoughts.

↳ Everything was becoming a little too hard to navigate and you hadn't realized Toji had stopped talking until his hand came to lay down on top of yours.

↳ "You feelin' okay, sweetie?"

↳ You'd kinda shy away for a second, mind still kinda jumbled before Toji continued

↳ "Head feel a lil' stuffy?" his thumb strokes the soft of your hand gently

↳ you nodded and Toji smiled at you warmly

↳ "That's okay, just take your time."

↳ he helps you plan things all the time <33 (like literally has three different notebooks and calendars and he lets you decorate them :))

↳ if you get frustrated over not being able to focus or you're just stressed, he'll pull you into his arms and just give you the biggest hug while running soft circles over your back and pressing soft kisses to your temple while whispering how much he loves you <333

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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