#also scheduled this to post while i’m asleep. for whatever reason.

[moonshynecybin]

[regarding my latest Rosquez and because the idea came when I saw your tags on that text post] Austria 2023 (10th GP of the season, first Sunday race Marc finished last year), Marc going to Vale on Sunday night and asking him for something to smoke (“Oh, come on, don’t make this face, you’re Valentino Rossi, of course you can get whatever you want wherever we are in the World”)

Anyway, they end up sitting next to each other, passing the blunt back and forth in silence until Marc says “Everyone’s making a huge deal of the fact I finally finished a race on a Sunday but the only reason I finished is because I didn’t push. Not pushing put me P12. I don’t race to finish 12th.”

Valentino also asks him if he’s started thinking about his options and Marc chuckles, asks him “Why? You’re offering me a job?” and Valentino laughs, half-evades the question with something like “You deserve a good bike, everybody deserves to see you at your best”.

If Marc gets cold, I think there is a chance that Valentino wraps his arm around his back.

Marc does not let his head fall againt Valentino’s shoulder.

marc genuinely not knowing where to get weed and going to valentino is so funny… save me dirtbag… save meeee

i think marc going to vale is also insane in this context bc marc was crashing alllll the fucking time then like notably more than usual not even finishing races just a miserable time. and then he goes FINE i will have to be content with mediocrity bc constantly crashing like that isn’t sustainable, but he’s also probably so MAD and frustrated about it bc he’s never been content with mediocrity in his life!!! so like. marc is most likely in an insane headspace here wrt his overly competitive little brain. truly i think the way he sees it, his two options are both intolerable: injury or mediocrity. because winning is not an option. hell world. leaving for gresini but not quite ready to let go world.

so he’s like. keyed up here. anxious and trapped results-wise in a situation that is just as painful as his arm injury but for entirely different reasons. and going to vale about it is insane bc divorce but! i could see him being desperate and not being popular or comfy enough in the paddock to know literally anyone else with drugs (and anyone else that he is a. in love with and b. able to relate to about specific ass sporting woes. literally you can’t fix this one with a surgeon buddy you need the DOCTOR.) so he reaches out again like he so often does…

HOWEVER !! i think this situation is also fucking BANANAS from vale’s emotional standpoint. like even outside of being his nemesis’s weed supplier (truly i think some part of him is like GOD okay needs to chill out so fine i’ll give him some pot. like perhaps no one else on earth has needed a hit more), it’s crazy in the context of vale’s myriad theoretical complexes about marc’s riding style. like. insane for him.

so it’s going fine until marc brings it up to him maybe after a few puffs. they’re like loose with weed and giggly (and a little unconsciously handsy. somehow marc’s head IS on vale’s shoulder but that’s just bc it’s cold and he fits there. and weed. no other reason dwai.) and!! maybe vale is relaxing into it. letting marc lean back against him and remembering how uncomplicated this can be. thinking about marc’s pink cheeks that first time he took a hit off of vale’s joint back in 2014, and how he’d teased vale for thinking he would cough. but marc shifts a bit, chewing on his cheek, clearly working through some residual stress. and he brings it all up bc he needs advice about his dogshit situation and vale is literally the only yardstick he will EVER measure himself with, but vale reads it as him almost like. asking vale for absolution concerning his riding habits and the risks he takes. which is something vale at this point can under no circumstances give him. because he’s stillllllll terrified he’s going to lose marc. so he pulls away and marc’s side is suddenly cold and it implodes from there…

[meowufff]

This is my first actual post on Tumblr ever so pls bear with me. Also, English is not my first language so pls excuse any mistakes I make :)

So, this whole thing here started just as a joke bc I was curious if anyone else was feeling constantly tired all day no matter how long I sleep. But it all somehow escalated a bit and I may have started hyperfixating on it so well, now it actually became a little survey.

I also wanted to mention that I only asked the artist in my little Tumblr bubble, which is mostly tmnt content, so my results are mostly referring to tmnt artists.

In total, I asked 143 people if they could remember the last time they woke up and just felt actually rested for more than half of the day.

I probably could have been more specific with my question but again, I did not actually planned to let it become so big. Personally, for me being rested means, having a clear head, no headache or foggy mind without consuming any caffeine.

So out of 143 people, 100 answered me and I tried my best to sort all of the answers after the criteria “good-sleep-schedule” and “bad-sleep-schedule” and also noted when exactly they last felt actually rested into either the last days, weeks, months, years or “???” when they couldn’t remember or didn’t mention anything specific.

And let’s just say… it does not really look good. Out of 100 people, only 18 have an actual good sleep schedule. Out of these 18 people, 13 felt really rested in the last days, 2 in the last weeks, only one person in the last months and 2 in the last years.

Out of the 82 of people who have a bad sleep schedule, 10% lastly felt rested in the last days, 11% in the last weeks, 11% in the last months, 30% in the last years, and 38% couldn’t remember or didn’t specify it.

While reading all your answers I came to realize being sleep deprived is not just bc any of them thought “Oh it would be really neat to stay up till 4 am!” or smth like that.

A lot of the artists who answered me mentioned that they have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep due to stuff like insomnia, chronic pain, other issues, or children (yeah, ok, there was just one who had a child but still).

While analyzing I mostly referred the situations to my own experience with going to sleep or rather not going to sleep...

I usually don’t have problems falling asleep but trouble actually putting my stuff away and going to bed bc I don’t want to end the day or just don’t want to go to sleep (don’t ask why, I have no idea why I am like this). While having these “episodes” I often doodle smth, binge reading some fanfics, or watch whatever I can find on the internet until I’m just falling asleep or can convince myself that it is 3 am and I really should go to bed now.

So, my personal theory about why sleep deprivation is so common among Tumblr artists is not bc they do art all night. My theory is that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep due to insomnia, pain, or other issues are filling the time until they hopefully fall asleep with their art, doodles, writings, or whatever their creative minds can bring up, to help the time pass.

In total that would mean that not all artists are sleep deprived but more that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep do a lot of art or creative stuff in general.

Something I could also imagine is, that if they start doing art while waiting for sleep, they start to concentrate a lot on creating more and start procrastinating sleep even if they actually get tired bc they wanna do art and fuck up their non-existing sleep schedule even more but that could also just be me projecting here.

I know that is probably no kind of big revelation but for me it was kind of surprising to see how many people here are as sleep deprived as me and due to what reasons.

I’m not going to preach to any of you to get that problem solved or smth, I have no right to tell you what to do and would be a major hypocrite so instead I really which everyone to get some kind of good sleep schedule one day and the joy of waking up and feeling completely rested at least thrice per week.

I absolutely love all your art and thank you a thousand times for helping me with this spontaneous survey!

I would love to hear your opinions on my theory and conclusion so pls don’t be shy and feel free to point out any mistakes I may have made or tell me your own theories :D

Also, if my question is still sitting in your inbox, feel free to answer! I’m gonna keep ma big ass excel table so I can edit all the results anytime. And maybe, one day, I'm gonna continue this survey and go into more detail but for now I need to leave it like this.

Ok, that's all I got

BYE!

Thanks to all participants

@abbeyofcyn @angelpuns @beannary @bulbabutt @camilieroart @cementgeek @cheesyescapade @cokowiii @easterartist @frosteaart @gemini-forest @happyfoxx-art @heckitall @hellishgayliath @holy-sweetsour-milk @icepopcider @idiot-mushroom @iscreamkitty @kovalitics @laseralligator @lieutenantbiscute @matchstique @mightyanxiety @miiukkaa @mr-doodles @pezhead @probably-not-a-rutabaga @pumpkster @sad-leon @sassatello @sewercrocodileart @sheep-turtles-and-pizza @signanothername @spectra-bear @stephuart @tangledinink @tapakah0 @tasenwiththerobots @tblsomedoodles @thegunnsara @triona-tribblescore @turrondeluxe @valen-timez @vangh17a @wraenata @zinovi768 @debb987 @dianagj-art @goatedgreen @indieyuugure

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Bebop Crew July Challenge, Day 1: Midnight

Thanks to the @bebopcrew community for the prompt list! I’ll be writing fics based on their July 30-Day Challenge all this month (if I can!); I’ll also be posting them to AO3 here!

Fittingly, I wrote most of this around/past midnight—my sleep schedule is so messed up these days that I’m most productive between the hours of 11 PM and 4 AM, so that’s probably when I’ll be getting most of these stories posted. So if you see me posting, for instance, my fic for Day 1 on what’s technically July 2, well…that’s what I have to say for myself.

This fic was also (minorly) influenced by @graysongraysoff’s first fic for Beboptober 2020, “3, 2, 1…Let’s Jam!”

Also, enjoy this rejected first line: “There are many benefits to being a marine biologist bounty hunter….”

As the clock ticked past midnight, Spike and Jet sat on neighboring barstools, keeping a sharp lookout for the bounty head who was rumored to pass through this bar tonight—or from a message from Faye indicating that the bounty head had visited the bar where she was stationed, instead. There had been no sign of the guy for a while, and the only messages from Faye just consisted of her complaints of boredom. (The bar was on a relatively remote asteroid, after all.) The anticipation and the silence—other than the occasional attempt at conversation from Jet or the crack of peanut shells (no drinks for them tonight, or at least minimal drinks; they needed to focus)—gave Spike a lot of time to think about the reasons he’d become a bounty hunter in the first place. The reasons he’d chosen this offbeat, freelance profession to fill this part of his life—such as it was.

Sure, the paychecks were irregular, often scanty, and—more often than the crew would like—nonexistent. And he wasn’t one to pretend that the money didn’t matter, that he was purely in the bounty-hunting business for the love of the job or whatever. And sure, one could go on and on about catching bad guys, keeping them off the streets, bringing justice to the world—and Spike supposed those were advantages too, though he preferred to leave the philosophizing to Jet. And they definitely weren’t the reason he’d picked up the work. Anyway, on nights like these—when he and Jet and Faye were in their element, and he was sure a fat stack of Woolongs was on their way—Spike preferred to focus on the more practical benefits of the job.

Spike knew he’d chafe in some corporate 9-to-5 job, or in retail or customer service, or in any position with set hours and fake smiles and a supervisor breathing down his neck. He’d struggle and squirm as if wearing an ill-fitting jacket. And he couldn’t imagine having to say things like “actionable items” or “let’s circle back” with a straight face. He often griped and complained about the woes of bounty hunting, but he was feeling unusually optimistic tonight, and he had to admit, the freedom that this job afforded him suited him perfectly.

Take the work hours, for instance. Twelve A.M. and he was wide awake, raring for a catch; in twelve hours he’d probably be passed out on the Bebop’s couch. And the job was so unpredictable that in another twelve hours, he might still be asleep. This was the kind of schedule that suited him; he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And to be honest, midnight wasn’t a bad time to be up and working. The sky outside the bar was pitch-black, but the streets hummed with life. As Spike looked around, he saw flickering neon signs, sporadic streetlights, headlights of cars and spacecrafts, and the occasional tiny flame of a lighter filling the darkness. And while he and Jet were quiet, the bar was replete with lively conversation, raucous laughter, and the sounds of games of pool, foosball, and darts, often accompanied by wild cheering. These were technically Spike’s work hours. This bar was sort of his office. The gun resting securely at his side served as his office supplies. What boring corporate job would let him say that?

For another thing, he didn’t have to deal with any stupid dress codes; he never had to memorize the meanings of words like “business casual” or wear the same polo shirt with the same embroidered logo of the same megacorporation as everyone else. He did business dressed up in a suit and tie because he wanted to, and, in his opinion, it looked stylish as hell. (As bonuses, it also allowed him a lot of freedom of movement and was very comfortable, as was evident from the few times Ed had stolen and wrapped herself in it, gleefully flapping the ends of the sleeves.)

Perhaps the best aspect of the job, though, was that every day of it was different. It brought the Bebop crew in contact with such a wide variety of criminals and other strange characters—from senile old chessmasters, to vindictive bombers using teddy bears as their weapons, to homicidal genetically-engineered clowns—that no two people they encountered were ever the same. And if Spike decided a bounty head was too boring, or too much of a small fry, he didn’t have a boss forcing him to take it. (More often, he had an empty bank account and a disapproving look from Jet forcing him to take it—but that was neither here nor there.) Also, the work took Spike and his crewmates pretty much everywhere in the Solar System. He was constantly on the move, never staying in any one place for long. It suited his restless spirit perfectly—and made sure that nothing, or no one, from his past would be able to catch up to him.

“Spike.” Jet’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. “That’s the guy.”

Spike glanced over to where Jet was gesturing, and sure enough, the muscular, grizzled man entering the bar, with a suspiciously gun-shaped bulge under his trenchcoat, matched the description in the criminal records and the picture on Big Shot exactly.

With a grin, Spike rested his hand on his own gun. “Let’s get him.”

Sometimes, when he was in a more brooding mood than tonight, he’d reflect on how his life never felt real. How it felt more like a constant dream he could never wake up from. The ephemeral, meandering nature of bounty-hunting, with its strange and amorphous structure, felt dreamlike sometimes, too. And for someone on the outskirts of society, seeking autonomy—well, he guessed that applied to his whole group of crewmates, in one way or another—it was perfect. As much as he liked to complain about the job, it fit him better than he’d like to admit.

And here he was now, in the dead of night in a random bar on an even more random asteroid, easily dodging the bounty head’s blows and landing his own—without making too much of a scene that attracted the rest of the bar. The fight was over quickly enough that the man didn’t even need to pull out his gun. Just the way Spike liked it. As he threw the final punch that rendered the man unconscious and Jet tied him up, he was completely comfortable. Relaxed. In his element.

There were worse ways to spend a dream.

[amporella]

Do you have any hcs on how Stan and Kyle navigate their work and relationship and stuff, whether it’s before or after kids? I imagine Stan is away a lot if we’re going by his space force career. Facetime is their friend and one of them has definitely said “I’m your idiot forever” at the camera.

WAUGHH this is such a good ask and really something that I think about constantly. 'I'm your idiot forever'... man... stanky literally in its purest form.

I LOVE space force Stan, ok. I imagine he must feel so fulfilled by it and that is the dream for him!!! I actually don't have a really specific good ending PC Kyle job headcanon, but I imagine that he could continue with his online counseling startup even in the good ending? Bad ending Kyle is obviously struggling to cope with his shitty life, but I don't think that his job is necessarily the kicker there.

If Kyle DID continue with his good ending Post-Covid job, I think it's feasible that he could work from home!! Which is great for obvious reasons but also sucks for him because it gives him way more time to anxiously putter around his computer and await his daily call from Stan. It is 100% the highlight of his day.

If Stan was working in the space force post-kids, it would be SO hard for both of them. Stan would HATE having to leave his kids in general, but especially when they're babies/toddlers and they have so many milestones to reach!! Kyle as a parenting book fiend has hawk eyes on their development, but at the same time doesn't want them to say their first words or take their first steps without Stan there!!

I imagine that during their Facetimes Kyle would show Stan the kids, and Stan would get all weepy... maybe one of the kids even takes their first steps when they see Stan's face on the phone because they're trying to walk to him!!!

Stan and Kyle are SO incredibly codependent that long-distance is REALLY REALLY difficult for them, and I imagine there's a lot of mutual frustration on both sides that they have to practice getting over. Stan would have a jealous streak with Kyle home on Earth and him so far away, and Kyle would be SO fretful over Stan's safety that he occasionally comes off as overbearing. They work through it though!!!

There are many many instances in which Kyle falls asleep gripping his phone, and Stan (who has a different sleep schedule due to being in space) doesn't hang up for hours so he can watch him and feel like he's nearby while he works.

They have the most EMOTIONAL reunions. Whether Stan's away for a week or months, they both sob and clutch at each other when they get back

Similarly, Stan leaving for whatever length of time is so painful for them. Kyle frets over his packing and slips little love notes in Stan's bags for when he digs through them in space.

Stan also records videos of himself talking to Kyle and/or the kids before each of his missions, in case communication isn't possible for whatever reason or worst comes to worst. It is SO difficult for Kyle to not just watch all of them the second that he leaves, but he manages!

I HOPE THESE ARE GOOD ANON <3 thank you so much for the ask!! viva la pc style

[musette22]

Alright, looks like we’ve got a rough idea for a plot for this year’s Evanstan Round Robin! Thanks so much to everyone who pitched in ideas <3

Combining all your suggestions, it looks like we’re going with a strangers/friends to lovers scenario where one or both of the boys miss their flight and get stranded somewhere due to weather conditions around the holidays (either Christmas or just NYE) and are ‘forced’ to share a space together – either a hotel room, a holiday cottage, or Chris’s place in Boston. That will of course offer plenty of potential for growing romantic and sexual tension (lingering glances, changing clothes in front of each other, falling asleep on the couch together or even sharing a bed, etc.) So what initially looks like bad luck ultimately turns out to be the best thing that could’ve ever happened to them…

We just have to decide whether we want to make it an AU or ‘real life’ Chris and Seb! I’ll put everyone’s ideas under the cut so you guys can browse them again if you want, and then I’d like to ask you to comment on this post with either ‘AU’ or ‘Real Life’ so I can keep a tally. Also feel free to add any comments and preferences (for instance: Christmas vs NYE, what location they get stranded in, and, in the case of an AU, whether they'd be strangers or friends)

I’ll try to take it all into account, and then I’ll send everyone an email this weekend with the final idea and questions regarding availability for the posting schedule.

Thank you all! 💗

bugsandcoffee

Maybe something with them getting stuck together for the holidays?

murderonthemattress

I’m thinking an NYE thing. Maybe their flight(s) get canceled due to weather and they can’t get back stateside (maybe they know each other maybe they don’t), and because whatever city they’re in is a popular destination for New Years, hotels are limited and they end up in a one-bed situation trying to make the best of it and being stranded together in a new city on a new-slate/possibilities holiday

cable-knit-sweater

Ohhh I have an idea for a fic! It’s an AU so idk how we feel about this. But how about writer Sebastian wanting to get away from New York for a while to write his book. His college friend, Chris, who is an actor, has offered up his spare bedroom in his home in a small town right outside of Boston. The only thing Sebastian has to do is walk Dodger once in a while if Chris is off on set. They just…didn’t realize spending that much time together would impact them the way it does. Maybe Sebastian can’t go home for the holidays bc of snow and gets stuck there, ends up celebrating holidays with Chris’s family. Idk, so many options for all the fun holiday things

Andrea1717

I like this idea! Maybe some kind of "missed the last flight on the way to a set and got stuck in a remote cabin”

cynefinhome

What if for some reason they are “forced” to act in one of those typical hallmark Christmas movies and the entire shooting is kind of a mess, things keep happening, and the only good thing is that they are working with each other? Or something like that. (Maybe this would work best it they aren't friends first??)

luninosity

I like the snowed in/only one bed at the hotel idea - something seasonal, with snow or rain or other weather, but not necessarily *holiday*, perhaps?

Tagging folks again to notify them of this post:

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[danderling]

SORT OF A RANT its mostly just me being pissy so its nothing important it wouldnt matter if you skipped this

GOD I went overseas for a while and it kind of screwed me over in school, I usually have a good schedule but the moment something changes everything falls apart for me and like

I have so many unsubmitted assessments that I dreaded but wasnt able to do, I have exams coming up that I’m not prepared for, etc etc

It’s sort of why I’ve been demotivated to do art and may have been posting a tad bit less than I wish I was, I’m very stressed but I physically can’t get myself to do work and idk why

On that topic of ‘physically unable to do work’ its like??? I get the anxiety and fear of not doing it and then I get so scared but for some whatever stupid reason I cant get up and do it whatsoever its just me going “shit I have stuff to do I should do it” and then I just. Don’t do it 😭

It also sucks that I fall asleep a lot in class because my sleep schedule STILL is inconsistent and horrible so now Im usually late to school from sleeping in and my parents get all amgry graaaahhh

I dont know if it has to do with me being tired all the time but also I just dont do school work when I get home anymore ಠ_ಠ as if everything else isn’t bad enough I get home fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night where I can’t even be productive because of the whole demotivation and hhhh

I wanted this to be a small rant but its way bigger than I thought itd be whoopsies,,,,,,,,,,,,,, if this actually gets read by anyone I would be mildly surprised

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Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

[hikari-kaitou]

Capcom's Official AA Fanclub Surveys - DGS Edition

Many Western fans may be familiar with the Turnabout 4koma comics that get posted on the official AA fanclub site that Capcom runs, thanks to some lovely fans on tumblr and elsewhere who have shared their translations. What fewer people seem to know about is the character surveys.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom's official AA fansite every few months where they'd write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like... 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn't help because the content was password locked and you can't get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them.

Cut for length...

"February has begun, and the DGS cast is nearing the end of their journey aboard the RFS Alacrei. Which of them acted the most strangely?"

Ryuunosuke ~ Exhausted from his intensive study session, he decided to try some katana swinging practice as a change of pace and to combat his recent lack of exercise. But because he wasn't used to handling the katana, he swung it too hard and it went flying out of his hands and got stuck in the wall right next to Sherlock, who had just entered the room. Sherlock asked him, "aren't you supposed to be studying right now, Mr. Naruhodo?" and handcuffed him to his desk.

Susato- worked on developing a curriculum for Ryuunosuke. 'If we keep going at this pace, he won't be able to learn it all in time... It'll be hard on Naruhodo-sama, but we'll have to work hard through a couple of nights together.' With that thought, she created a harsh study schedule, and almost seemed to be looking forward to it for some reason.

Sherlock- Driven by excitement over the thought of returning to England after a long absence, he went up on deck to stare at the ocean. Being February, it was very cold out there and he ended up being chilled all the way to the tips of his fingers. He returned to the ship cabins and amused himself by putting his frozen hands on Ryuunosuke, who was stuck in his room studying.

Van Zieks- Upon hearing from Vortex that there was a Japanese exchange student coming to England to study law, he smashed a Lord's Bottle. He apparently also didn't care for the fact that that Japanese student wouldn't be alone, because he proceeded to shatter his chalice, too.

Hosonaga- in order to provide a respite from studying, he provided some hot chocolate. They enjoyed a pleasant tea time, marveling over how sweet and delicious the drink was until Sherlock piped up with some unnecessary trivia: 'Actually folks, chocolate has long been used in Europe as an aphrodisiac!' Everyone promptly spat it out."

"The long winter is nearly over and spring is on it's way, putting the DGS cast members in a celebratory mood. Who found the best way of enjoying spring?"

Ryuunosuke: the Yuumei University faculty members were holding a flower viewing event, and he joined the assistance committee. He exhausted himself keeping the blankets clean so the intense shower of flower petals wouldn't pile up too high on them, delivering sake and snacks, and mediating whatever pointless fights arose. To top it all off, for some reason his compensation was only a single piece of leftover candy. Talk about a sad result!

Susato- her father and the others living in his dormitory were  holding the flower viewing event, so she got up early to prepare the bentos. But her father carelessly forgot to tell her that they wanted tea cakes, so she had to go around the house and neighborhood collecting sweets. For some reason, she ended up being able to gather caramels, biscuits, candy sticks, basically everything but tea cakes, for the tea ceremony.

Sherlock- he disguised himself as a beat officer and infiltrated Scotland Yard to have some fun. There was a real beat officer napping on his feet in the spring sunshine, and while observing him, Sherlock ended up falling asleep too. Detective Gregson gave them a good scolding when he found them, but then Sherlock revealed his true identity with a "hey, it's me, folks!" "What the blazes do you think you're doing?!" Gregson shouted, his rage growing even more, and Sherlock ended up making a run for it.

Van Zieks- went to the vineyard to oversee the production of the contents of his Lord's Bottle. As he viewed the still unopened grape blossom buds, he thought about how they would someday grow up to fill his Lord's Bottle, and ended up going around to look at each one. But the farm hands couldn't stop wondering whether the bottle itself or its owner's heel might come flying at them and were quite uneasy.

Asougi: exhausted himself running around since early morning helping with the professors' flower viewing event. When it was over, he took a break, sharing his reward candy stick [the name of the candy literally translates to 1,000 year candy] with Ryuunosuke, who had also been helping out. 

"I wonder if the candy's effect is halved if you share it with someone."

"That still gives us 500 years."

They laughed and enjoyed looking at the flowers until dark. Then they parted ways with a handshake and a "see you later, best friend."

(This one was something about celebrating New Years. For some reason I didn't save the original question)

"Ryuunosuke ~ To celebrate New Years, he planned to pound mochi with everyone at the office. He somehow managed to get his hands on some mochi rice and he and Sherlock started pounding. Iris was having such fun watching them that she steamed a whole bunch more mochi rice so they could have some to share, and he and Sherlock spent the whole evening pounding mochi like crazy.

Asougi~ Because it's New Years, he went around to a bunch of shrines. When he drew his new year's fortune, he got a "horrible luck" result. "I'm not worried about it," he claimed, and headed up to the mountains early on New Years morning and work hard on a full training course of purification by water, meditation under a waterfall and wooden sword practice. It seems that he was working really hard to clear his mind of all earthly thoughts

Sherlock- Agreed to help Ryuunosuke pound mochi. As Ryuunosuke was flipping the mochi over, he carelessly dropped his badge into the bowl and Sherlock mixed it in without noticing, so they had to crack open both the hard and soft mochi to look for it. Fortunately they found it in the 4th one they checked, but apparently Sherlock got his hands and face covered in sticky white mochi in the process.

Susato- Wore a furisode and went with her father to do the first shrine visit of the year. The shrine was incredibly crowded and they had to wait in line for a long time, but she brought the Encyclopaedia of British Law and a copy of the Strand Magazine in her sleeves to secretly read as they waited so she actually ended up enjoying the wait.

Van Zieks- Ryuunosuke cheerfully gave him some mochi as a New Year’s (which at that time was celebrated at the same time as the Chinese New Year) gift, which he accepted confusedly, wondering “...Can the Japanese not even keep track of when the New Year is?” Because Ryuunosuke referred to it as a rice cake, he tried to eat it like a regular cake without softening it with heat first. It was so hard that he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly be food, and ended up misunderstanding the Japanese even more!

"Autumn has arrived, and the weather is starting to cool off, which means that everyone is becoming more active. Which character chose the most pleasant autumn activity to keep busy with?"

Iris was making bread but her hands are small and it’s difficult for her to knead the dough, so she asked for Ryuunosuke’s help. She wanted to make enough to hand out to Gina and all the other homeless children in the East End, so she made a massive amount and Ryuunosuke was stuck kneading this massive mountain of bread dough all day. Apparently he became such a expert at kneading that he could be a baker now.

Asougi was practicing with his sword, slicing autumn-colored ginko leaves as they fell from the tree. He cut so many leaves, though, that he ended up making a big mess on the ground, the number of fallen leaves now having increased, and it took him a long time to clean it all up.    

Sherlock: Ryuunosuke told him that he was making anpan (bread filled with sweet red bean paste, the bane of my Asian-dwelling existance) and asked Sherlock to help by being in charge of getting the poppy seeds they’d need to sprinkle on top, so Sherlock went out and gathered a ton of poppy seeds. In fact, he got so many of them that no one knew what to do with them all cuz they had a huge amount of leftovers. Sherlock said, “Well, they’re only the size of poppy seeds! Surely you two can deal with them somehow! Ahahaha!” and Iris scolded him.   

(I couldn’t capture it in English, but Sherlock’s line contained a pun, and a pretty stupid one at that, so that’s part of why he got scolded)

It’s grape harvesting season, so Van Zieks commutes to the winery regularly to direct the production of the contents for his “Lord’s Bottle.” He demands perfection in everything from the selection of the grapes to the way they’re squeezed, and the winery staff is terrified by the “grim reaper’s” gaze and heel swinging (i.e. the leg thing he does in court) so they grumble as they work. 

"Hearing that there’s a holiday in the West called Halloween, the people involved with the court in Japan decided to try it out themselves. Naturally Halloween is a big deal in England as well. So, which member of the DGS cast had the best celebration?"

Team Ryuunosuke and Asougi- Asougi got Naruhodo up on his shoulders and they draped a white sheet over themselves to make a ghost costume. They went out like that, but Naruhodo had such exaggerated reactions to the fear of the people who saw them and to bumping his head on tree branches that they ended up losing their balance and falling on top of each other?!   

Sherlock Holmes- went wearing a horse’s head mask. Iris used her skills to make it a fancy horse covered in stars, but the eye holes weren’t well made and he had to wander around blindly. Because of that he tripped hard over a pile of coal! He ended up getting so dirty that the stars on his costume were covered up!

Van Zieks- took inspiration from his nickname and dressed up as the grim reaper. He covered himself up with a skeleton mask and hood figuring no one would know it was him. Unfortunately he got angry when he saw Megundal (McGilded) pass by and started throwing bottles and glasses and ended up giving himself away.

"November has arrived, and autumn is nearing its end. However, the DGS cast is still keeping busy, even on their days off. Which character chose the most interesting way to spend their late autumn day?"

Ryuunosuke- Thinking that he’d better learn more about British culture if he was going to be a defense attorney in Britain, he went down to the East End with Gina for a little observation. However, because an Asian like him stood out so much, he got mobbed by the other children. On top of it all, his arm band got stolen from him and he had to send a replacement request to Yumei University on the other side of the ocean.

Asougi- He went for a meal at La Quantas. The customer at a nearby table got a persimmon for dessert and scarfed it down, saying “Mm! This is it! This sweetness makes it worthy of being called a treasure among foods!” Asougi tried to comment on this by saying, “The customer at that table sure is enjoying his pershim--gak!” but he may or may not have accidentally bitten his tongue in the process and been unable to finish his sentence.

Iris- She accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and prepared a bagpipe and kilt costume for him. “This outfit sure is breezy,” Ryuunosuke said shyly upon trying it on. With Ryuunosuke now dressed, he, Iris, and the others from their office headed over to Gregson’s place to get him to treat them to some fish and chips.   

Sherlock- He accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and cooked up some European style curry for dinner. Thanks to the fact that his secret ingredient was a large amount of Chinese herbal medicine style spice, it caused some strange side effects and Ryuunosuke, who’d eaten it, ended up passing out and falling over.

“Another taxing trial for Ryuunosuke has finished and now it’s December. As the year draws to a close, which character acts the strangest?”

Ryuunosuke- he was recruited to help with snow removal around Yumei University and the courthouse and he enthusiastically began his task with the help of a large shovel. He got a little carried away, though, and ended up accidentally burying his umbrella, which he’d left propped up against the side of the building, in the snow he’d just finished shoveling.  He had no choice but to share Asougi’s umbrella on the way home.

Asougi- On the way home, he nods silently to Ryuunosuke’s question of whether he’d finished his travel preparations and changes the subject: “...Come to think of it, it seems that tomorrow is celebrated in the West as God’s birthday.” “I’ve heard that they eat chicken as part of the traditional celebration. Wanna try it?” Ryuunosuke asks invitingly. Asougi is strongly opposed to that particular menu item, however, and they end up going out for their usual beef stew that night instead.           

Susato- in addition to her year-end travel preparations, she also was busy with straightening up the book room in her home. She managed to get the law books in order when she suddenly stumbled upon some old issues of Strand Magazine! She hurried through the rest of her cleaning, then began flipping through the magazines she’d found, trying to decide which to take with her on her trip. She accidentally lost herself in her reading and didn’t realize it until it was already the middle of the night.

Sherlock- he was in the middle of a long ship voyage when Christmas night came. His mind on his partner in a far-off country, he made a toast alone on deck, when suddenly the crew began shooting off fireworks with a cry of “Merry Christmas!” Sherlock had to dart back and forth across the deck to prevent the fireworks from hitting him and setting off the explosive chemicals he carries with him.

Main series edition

[4dtk]

jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

(a bit of a plug lol but check out NCT 127's ideal r/s headcanons in this post!! i appreciate you checking it out! <3)

brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover” i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

<3

[f1nalboys]

Red Light, Green Light (David x AFAB!Reader)

WORD COUNT: 3639 (yeah I may have gone overboard, sorry)

WARNINGS: smut, like an excessive amount. Panty sniffing, guided masturbation (kind of), breeding, dirty talk/degradation, cursing, uhhhh....i think that’s it. it’s basically just a porno. NSFW/build up under the cut!

Also, you all can thank Bex for convincing me to post this tonight instead of two days from now :,)

“Ow!” You hiss, sweat dripping into your eyes. Santa Carla had reached a scorching 109 degrees today and you were stuck in the dirty, no-air-conditioning, sauna that is the boys’ hideout. They were still asleep in their nest leaving you to sweat it out alone while you wait. It was cooler down here due to the ocean being so close, but it was still uncomfortable.

There was no way in hell you were going to the boardwalk tonight. You stand from your spot on the couch, fanning your face as you attempt to cool down. Didn’t they have any cold beers here? 

“The hell are you rooting around for out here?” David asks, causing you to jump. He was half dressed, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, his hair tousled, a look that fit him well. He takes the cigarette out from in between his lips and lights it, eyes trained on you and you shiver as his eyes graze down your body. You were wearing one of Dwayne's button downs and no pants. You would say it was to try and lessen the heat but there was also another reason.

“It’s hot as hell in here; I was trying to find something to cool down with.” He grins, walking confidently over towards you. He grabs ahold of your face with one of his gloved hands and with the other pulls the cigarette from his mouth and blows the smoke into your face.

Your eyes shut instantly and you breathe in deeply. The smoke from David’s cigarettes smell different, more inviting, than anything else you had smelled before and he knew it. He hums, satisfied, before releasing your face. Your eyes open slowly, your lids heavy. “I think I know something we can do to cool down, hm?”

“David, fuck off. It’s Saturday, we’re all supposed to hang out. No one-on-one shit.” Paul calls out. The three others had finally woken up, Paul being the only one who looked semi-ready to get out on the boardwalk. David scoffs, rolling his eyes at Paul before grabbing your hand and leading you over to his chair.

He sits, spreading his legs and patting his thigh, eyes trained on you. Despite the heat you sit, curling up into his chest, drinking in his scent. You squeal as Marko pokes your side as he passes by and David grins, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek. 

You and the boys had an interesting relationship, one that had been in the works for a long time before it ever went into effect, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The boys had a set schedule for having time alone with you because it almost always ended in sex and they were a naturally jealous bunch. Each boy got one full day with you (Monday was Marko, Wednesday was Paul, Friday was Dwayne and Sunday/Saturday alternated for David. He didn’t want you to be too sore to enjoy your time with him and he really loved screwing Marko over for his next turn,) and the rest were spent together. You never had to have sex on the days you weren’t interested; that’s not why they were with you, though it was definitely an added bonus. They loved you.

“Think I may use my Saturday instead, boys,” David says, fingers tracing over your arms. The three grumble in response, annoyed. Paul and Marko had attempted to petition for David to choose a day and stick with it, but he refused. He told them he didn't like to be tied down which they found to be a load of shit. 

“Whatever. Y/N, are you coming with us or staying with your little boy toy?” Marko asks, fully dressed now and you laugh. He and Paul were dressed to the nines as they normally were but seemed to be completely unaffected by the heat. Dwayne, on the other hand, was sweating buckets with that leather jacket on. “It’ll be way more fun with us!”

“I think I’m gonna stay…” You feel David's grip on your waist tighten slightly at your agreement and you don’t need to turn around to know he's acting smug. The other boys groan, calling you a traitor, but they head off anyway. They each stop to give you a kiss before leaving and you’re nearly tossed off of David's lap when Paul tries to kiss him.

“Hey! No kissing, dickhead.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore,” Paul asks, breaking out into mock hysterics. David punches his shoulder to shut him up but his grin betrays him and Paul takes that as a win. “Come on, Davey, gimme a kiss! What if I leave and never come back?”

“Give him a kiss, David. Come on, you can’t leave it up to chance,” You tease, smile growing wider when David scowls at you. He sighs, waving Paul over who's followed closely by both Dwayne and Marko. He sputters but you stop him with a tug of his half-buttoned shirt. “It’s only fair!”

Grumbling the entire time, he kisses each of the boys on their cheek, Marko turning at the last second to try and get one on the lips. David pushes him away, flipping him off. “Bye love birds! Don’t break anything while we’re gone and if you do you owe me money!” Dwayne calls behind him. 

David stays silent until the rev of the engines are gone and then he’s on you. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he maneuvers your body until you’re straddling him. Your mouth is open, panting, and your eyes can’t leave his. Everything he does is intoxicating in the best way.

“You wanted to stay here with me, is that it?” You nod, your hips grinding down slightly, begging for friction. David’s hand on your throat tightens again, staying at the point where you genuinely can’t breathe for just a moment, before letting go. A warning. “Now why is that?”

He smiles, mockingly. You feel your face flush but you don’t go to hide it. Besides his leather-clad hand still wrapped around your throat, you knew it wouldn’t help. David loved hearing you say what you wanted him to do to you. He’d sit there, a bored expression on his face being betrayed by the bulge straining against his pants, as he has you spill everything you wanted him to do. And, if he was feeling generous, he would fulfill your wishes tenfold.

Your hands rest on his shoulders and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to choke the words out. “I… I wanted to stay with you because I wanted you to fuck me.” His smile grows wider, teeth bared, and a chill runs up your spine. Had you seen that smile in any other situation, you’d be terrified. But all you could do was feel yourself clench at the sight.

“You wanted me to fuck you? That’s it?” 

“N-no. I wanted to try something different, maybe. Something I’ve been thinking about,” His eyebrows raise slightly. That was unusual. You and David had found a nice routine that helped the both of you get off multiple times and for the last three months you hadn’t strayed from that. The hand that had been resting on your thigh moves now, running up your back, slipping into your shirt.

“Oh? And what would that be?” You shift your position slightly, your back arching as his hand slides up your back. David tsks at you as his hands reach around towards your breasts. “No bra? You really are a needy slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as his finger brushes over your chest. You wanted him to touch you and he knew it. He knew it and that meant he wasn’t going to. “Out with it.”

His voice had dropped an octave and his drops from inside of your shirt, snaking around your waist and slapping you on the ass. You yelp and he does it again, rubbing soothing circles on the welt that was beginning to form. 

“I want to try…” You take a shaky breath, feeling how wet you had already gotten without being touched once. “I wanted you to tell me what to do. To myself, you know?”

“Hmm… you want me to tell you how to fuck yourself?”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

“We’re doing it. Get up and get in the room, alright. I want that shirt off and you laying in bed with those legs spread.” He slaps your butt again, this time much gentler, and you stand, ignoring how shaky your knees were. The walk to David’s room was torture; no matter how many times you did this, you still got that familiar pit in your stomach of both fear and arousal. 

You unbutton your shirt the moment you're inside his room and drop it to the floor, crawling onto the bed. You lean up against the pillows and spread your legs, moving your hips in anticipation. You wanted to touch yourself already but with how David is you knew that would be a mistake. So you waited, hands clenched on the bedsheets to stop yourself. 

After what felt like hours, David finally entered the room. He had lost his shirt and pants, standing in his underwear with another cigarette in hand. Instead of coming to lay on the bed like you had expected, he sat in the armchair in the corner. He was positioned right in front of you and he loved the view. Your legs were spread, hair sticking to your face, your chest heaving. He hadn’t touched you, hadn’t let you touch yourself, and he can already see how soaked you are. 

“You’re really fucking desperate for this, aren’t you? Want to touch that cunt of yours so bad you’re practically on the edge already.” You say and do nothing though you feel yourself clench at his words. You needed to touch yourself. David takes a drag from his cigarette and stares at you, his features softening at the sight of you for just a second. “Alright. Gonna start out slow for me. Touch your tits.”

You do as ordered, fingers pinching and rolling your already hard nipples. You gasp, back arching and eyes closed. David held back his moan. What a fucking sight to behold. You kneaded your breasts, drunk with lust, and whimpered when David told you to stop. 

“I bet you could have come from that alone, couldn’t you? Fucking whore, so god damn desperate to get off. One hand only, got it? Drag your finger over yourself through your panties. Not enough for it to feel good, but enough that you want me to tell you to touch yourself harder.”

Your hand snakes down between your legs, brushing over your clothed slit and your back arches immediately at the friction. You wanted to touch yourself harder, to feel your finger pressing against your clit, but you can’t. Not until he tells you too. Your eyes open slightly and you nearly cum at the sight before you. David was sitting back, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other holding the cigarette. He was already hard and for a second you wanted to abandon your wishes and have him touch you.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful like this. A good little slut for me. Take your panties off. Get yourself off.” Your underwear is off and tossed towards him before he even finishes his sentence. The minute your finger swipes up your clit you spill over the edge, back arching and legs closing. You’re gasping out curses and David’s name, stopping once you come down from your high. 

“Look at you. One fucking touch and you came. Fucking whore.” David says, leaning over to grab ahold of your underwear and you watch, heat crawling up your face, as he sniffs them. His eyes flutter shut and you swear you can see his cock twitch. “Christ. Soaked through these and we’ve just gotten started.”

“David, please, I want you. Want to feel you in me, please,” You beg, cunt aching for him. Your fingers worked but nothing is quite like David. He knew what made you tick and he would use it over and over again until you were sobbing from the overstimulation and then he’d stop, kissing you all over until you calmed down only to start right back up again. 

David laughs harshly, shaking his head. “No, you asked for this, remember? I’m not touching you tonight. You’ll cum plenty, but we both know it won’t be enough.” He grins at the whimper you let out. “Open your legs up, let me see your pussy. One finger, slow.” You oblige, slipping one finger inside of you easily. You began to pump it inside, the sound of your pussy filling the room in between your soft moans. “Slower.”

You slow down to an unbearable pace and he laughs at you again. “Please, David, please let me speed up. Fuck, please I need it.” 

“You wanna cum again? Add a finger, keep the same pace.” You groan as your middle finger joins in, both in annoyance and pleasure. You imagine David in you, slamming in and out at a pace faster than anything you could dream of. You imagine him fucking you against the wall, leg hiked up to his hip, hitting that one spot over and over again, not stopping even after you came.

“I fucking said go slow. You wanna cum? Because cock hungry sluts don’t get to.” Your eyes snap open to see David in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist, stopping your movements. His eyes had a yellow tinge to them and the thought of him turning made you squeeze around your stationary fingers. You nod and David let's go, returning to his spot in the chair before motioning for you to go ahead. “Disobey me again and I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum for another week.”

You start moving your fingers again, focusing on how slow you were going. You can’t let your mind wander. The pace is agonizing and right when you’re about to give up David tells you to stop.

“Suck your fingers.” He lets out a soft groan at the sight of you bucking your hips the moment your fingers enter your mouth. “Tell you what, we’re gonna take this a step further, okay? We’ll do red light green light.”

“Red light gree…? What does that mean?” His chair scrapes across the floor as he pulls it closer to you, just next to your legs where he could see both your face and your pussy. He grins, taking one final drag from his cigarette before stamping it out on the ashtray next to him on the table.

“Simple. When I say greenlight, you try as hard as you can to cum. Whatever you’d like, whatever pace you choose, anything goes. When I say red light, you stop. Hands off, body still. And you watch me jerk off in front of you.”

The mere thought of watching David fist his cock while you lay there unable to move is enough to get you to agree. You settle against the pillows again and open your legs wider and you gasp when you feel his fingers slide up your slit. You watch as he grins, showing his fingers off to you. They were covered in your cum. You scoff slightly but keep your eyes trained on him as he swipes his fingers over the tip of his cock, groaning. He was using you as lube.

“Red light. I’ve been waiting too fucking long to do this,” He says, sinking into the chair, hand lazily stroking himself. Your hands were at your sides and you were absolutely enamored at the sight of him. He moans, bucking his hips up to meet his fist. “Fuck, feels good. Just knowing you’re watching, wanting to touch yourself but you can’t, shit, it’s enough to make me cum already. Green light.” His hand leaves his cock immediately and you take a nanosecond to admire his restraint before your hand reaches down once more.

You set a steady pace with your fingers, pumping in and out fast, the sound of David’s heavy breathing giving you just a little more reason to cum. Your other hand goes to your chest, brushing over your nipples.  “David! Fuck, oh my god.”

“Red light.” You groan, pulling your hands off of (and out of) yourself. David starts pumping himself again, this time at a faster pace. At this rate neither of you were going to last long. “God, I just want to stand up and fuck you, you know that? You’re so god damn needy, fuck, you’re soaking the bed sheets. Wanna breed you like the bitch in heat you are. G-green light.”

He hesitates for just a second but you waste no time. Your fingers, up to three now, fuck into you at an alarming speed and your other hand has abandoned your tits, reaching down and rubbing circles on your clit. Your toes begin to curl, that familiar pit in your stomach coming back, growing and growing and growing and right when you’re about to cum…

“Red light.”

“FUCK. Fuck you, David, oh my god, fuck… fuck you. I was so close, so fucking close.” You stammer, tears forming in your eyes. The pit dies down, settling into your gut for the second time. David seems to be enjoying himself, pumping his fist with one hand, the other massaging his balls. He grunts, eyes trained on your pussy, reveling in the way it clenches around nothing, your slick dripping down onto the bed. 

“Fuck, feels fucking good. Your poor little pussy. Wants to be stuffed so fucking bad, doesn’t it? Beggin’ to be bred. Christ, Y/N, you see what you do to me? What that cunt of yours does to me?” He growls, hips lifting up to meet his fist. He throws his head back and lets out a long moan, your name coming a mile a minute. “Touch yourself. Come on, show me how fucking bad you want this.”

Your hand is back on your pussy, eyes squeezing shut again. You were so fucking close, so god damn close. Suddenly, your hand is ripped away from yourself and you open your eyes to see David climbing onto the bed overtop of you. Without warning, he slams himself into you, fucking you hard and fast and it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, David! So close, please let me cum, please I need to cum so bad you feel so good, cock fills me up so fucking well,” You yell before you start rambling, begging him to make you cum. He’s groaning louder now, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Cum. Want that pretty pussy of yours to milk me, understand? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, gonna stuff you with my cum till you’re leaking.” He says in your ear, bending down and grabbing ahold of your legs, moving them closer to you. 

The orgasm comes quickly and hard. Your vision goes blurry and you let out a moan that was basically a scream of his name and soon after he cums, slamming into you harder, deeper, desperate to fulfill his promise of breeding you. He's growling, fingers digging into your thighs hard, mouth roaming your neck and biting at it. His movements slow until he’s still and he sits there inside you, the two of you panting. 

“That was fucking amazing,” You murmur, reaching a hand up to brush some sweat off of your face. He chuckles, nodding in agreement, before pulling out. You whimper at the empty feeling, closing your eyes and leaving your legs in position as he gets off the bed. A flash and the sound of a shutter. “David! What the hell?”

David stands in front of you, the polaroid camera positioned right in front of your cunt. He grins, taking the photo and waving it slightly before tossing both it and the camera onto the desk he had taken it from. Your legs drop down, and he chuckles, grabbing your underwear you had been wearing. “Lift.”

He slides the underwear back onto you but not before using his finger to stuff some of his cum that had slipped out back into you. You moan, back arching at the intrusion, and he laughs. “You did good, baby. Keep those on, alright?” As you nod you hear the familiar sound of engines growing louder and he looks down at you smiling. “And they won’t even know you’re dripping with my cum. Gonna fuck even more into you later, okay? You gonna be a good cock slut and take it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Here,” He takes the now developed polaroid and tosses it at you, grabbing a pair of underwear and shorts from his dresser before tossing you a shirt as well. “Gonna be enjoying that sight on the days I can’t be with you.” You pick the photo up and gasp, feeling the heat crawling up your neck. He comes over and kisses you on the forehead. “Don’t worry baby, that’s just for us. Unless, of course, you wanna show them what a whore you’ve been?”

He leaves the room and you sigh, looking at the photo again. You were the subject, your legs spread and lifted wide. The focus of the picture wasn’t you but the cum that was leaking out of your pussy, the bed sheets underneath you soaked through. You toss it to the side, grinning, and put on the shirt he had given you. 

You wonder what kind of fun you could have if you show the boys what you had been up to while they were gone...

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late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3 

 it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep. 

 saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

 your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow. 

 you : why hello there, el señor

 you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.  

 idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

 you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

 you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

 idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

 you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

 idiota : hmm i see, i see

 you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

 Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

 idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

 your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

 you : eh??? what drugs are u on

 idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

 you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

 you : literally go to sleep wtf

 idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

 this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

 you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

 idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

 idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

 and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

 you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

 he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

 idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

 you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

 idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

 you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

 you : ...really?

 idiota : si, si! <3

 you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

 you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

 idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

 you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

 finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

 idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

 idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

 idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : i’m coming over <3

 your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

 you : wait what

 you : wdym “i’m coming over”

 you : no tf ur not

 you : go to sleep

 idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

 you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

 idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

 you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

 you : are you like... for real now?

 you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

 Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

 idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you. 

 your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

 you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

 idiota : thank you so much

 you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this? 

 but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

 you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

 you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched. 

 exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

 ding ding! 

 you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

 you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

 Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

 “hello, mamacita”

 you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party. 

 “hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

 “i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

 “nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout. 

 “alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly. 

 “whatever the chica bella says.”

 he put you down.

 “aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

 “i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

 “perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

 “perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

 you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again. 

 little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

[crownandwriter]

Okay, if 4 isn’t necessarily too many, could I please request headcanons for how Sucrose, Kazuha, Zhongli, and Beidou (my personal favorites ❤️) would treat or take care of their sick partner? Lately my migraines have been out of control, and I wish I had someone to baby me a little…

I can absolutely do that, I hope you feel better! Kazuha is one of my favorites too I'm always thrilled to write him ;;

Kazuha

-Outside of serious illness, Kazuha prefers to care for you himself. He doesn’t mind spending a day or two in one spot while you recover, but as you can imagine he’s a little hesitant to march up to the door of a local healer as an anonymous, ARMED foreign swordsman unless your ailment is entirely beyond him. Also--and he won’t admit this unless asked--he’s fond of the intimacy in caring for his loved ones. It’s very domestic and, being a wanderer, that’s a feeling he doesn't often gets to enjoy anymore.

-In his travels, Kazuha has collected knowledge on all manner of obscure home remedies. The effectiveness of them is rather hit-or-miss...but they’re all rather harmless, at the very least. He’s more than willing to go out of his way for ingredients, especially once you find which cures work best for you. If all else fails, he’ll stock up on medicine the next time you two make a trip into a village proper.

-He knows there’s not much he can do beyond providing medicine and comfort, so he doesn’t let himself fret about the camp all day like it does any good. The only exception being when you’re not holding down any food. Then he begins to worry a little more.

-Instead, he gives you your medicine and helps you get comfortable. Usually he waits until you ask, but this time he’ll take initiative and offer his lap to you as a pillow. And would love it very much if you accept. He’s content to spend the day lost in his musings while you rest, massaging your scalp slowly with one hand. If you don’t sleep well, you’ll catch his soft humming as you flicker in and out.

Sucrose

-It’s a 50/50 shot that Sucrose has extensive knowledge on your ailment…or none at all. If she does have knowledge about it, she’s definitely also developed some medicines for it, and is very quick to whip them up for you. They’re really quite effective, too, it’s a wonder you haven’t seen her remedies in market stalls yet.

-If she’s clueless, she’s going to run out and drag someone back who does. More than likely, it’ll be Barbara. The entire time you’re being treated, Sucrose is asking questions, closely observing, learning. It’s partially for selfish reasons, to sate her ever-present curiosity, but also partially so she’s prepared to care for you next time.

-Once you’re treated and comfortable, Sucrose is really going to want to go back to her research. You’re going to sleep now anyways, right? You could just call for her if you need something? But it’s easy enough to talk her into staying with you. She says it’ll just be until you fall asleep, but you lay your head on her shoulder and she’s not so sure she can follow through with leaving….

-She gives very good back rubs, for whatever reason. Her hands are petit and soft, and careful lab work over the years has made her motions very steady. It can knock you out pretty quickly, outside of the pain keeping you up. Regardless of if you do or don’t sleep, Sucrose passes out within fifteen minutes, guaranteed. Her sleep schedule is awful and she needs the rest too. She’s not there to dote on you as much as the others, but she’s extra cuddly in her sleep so that makes up for it, right?

Zhongli

-A master of many medicines, really. Who needs Bubu Pharmacy when you’re thousands of years old and basically taught humanity all the tricks? That said, the best medicines he knows are expensive, take forever to make, and/or taste absolutely disgusting. ...but they do work. And will probably knock you out cold to make recovery easier.

-He’s the textbook doter of these four; he’s very attentive and gentle, especially while you wait for the medicine to kick in. There’s constantly a glass of cool water by your side--remember to stay hydrated. You must be hungry--this soup is very nourishing. Is the light bothering you--I’ll close the curtains.

-He’d love to lay with you while you rest, but is concerned about agitating any aches you may have. If you ask to be held, though, he’s all over it. He gets all the aforementioned stuff set up, and then crawls into his probably massive bed with you, one arm as your pillow and the other at your hip, rubbing the skin there softly with a thumb.

-If your headache isn’t so bad that noises bother you, he’ll softly tell you one of his countless stories until you fall asleep--like, who wouldn’t want to doze off to that voice? He may or may not fall asleep with you, but either way Zhongli will be there when you wake up.

Beidou

-For this scenario, you’re more than likely staying aboard the Alcor, in which case...well, supplies are limited at the best of times when you’re out at sea. There is a healer on staff, and Beidou wouldn’t hesitate to ask them to do what they can for you. But what they can do is limited.

-More than likely, there won’t be much medicine available. And as the Captain of the ship, Beidou can’t abandon her post to spend all day below deck with you either. That said, she does her best! She gets you tucked in comfortably, and blots out the portholes to keep the light out. If the rocking of the ship bothers you, she’ll give you the pillow from her bunk and fluff it up nice to try and cradle your head.

-Every other hour or so, she makes her way back down and spends some time doting on you. Her care is a little more...rugged? Than you may be used to, but her natural sisterly manner still manages to shine in these moments. If you’re asleep when she comes in, she’s content to pat your hair for a while and watch you finally at peace from your earlier discomfort. If you’re awake, her firm hand will massage your neck and temple to try and ease the tension. She speaks softly in these moments--mushy, loving words aren’t usually her thing, but they come so naturally in these moments you suspect Kazuha is rubbing off on her.

-If she can’t make it down for a regular check-in, she sends another crew member to peek in on you and keep her updated. She worries more than she lets on.

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All The Things They Didn’t Know Part 3

I already have an update to the Davey/Darlin fic!

I warned everyone that I’m really bad at slow burning, right? Because things are getting steamy... I bumped the rating up to Explicit on ao3 and posted it there. But I’m also posting it here below!

Hope you enjoy it and a huge thank you to everyone that read the previous parts and left feedback! It’s so appreciated and so exciting to share a story!

warnings: explicit. scars.

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It had been three months. THREE! And Darlin was losing their mind.

They went on runs together almost every day, assuming their schedules allowed for it. David did the cooking and Darlin did the clean-up.

They had started off on opposite sides of the couch and inched closer and closer. Every night Darlin ended up either with their legs tossed over his lap or their back wedged into his side while they played games or watched shows. More than once he’d put his arm over their shoulders or his hand on their leg.

Darlin couldn’t remember ever flirting so hard in all their life. Normally, they went along with other people flirting in their direction or they had light flirty friendships. This was something else. This was starting to get frustrating. Sometimes Darlin doubted what they’d thought was interest on his part, maybe they’d just imagined it? Maybe they’d blown it out of proportion? Maybe he was just being friendly? But then Darlin would shamelessly walk around the apartment in almost nothing and feel his eyes following them the whole time, running over their body and letting out deep sighs when Darlin bent over.

He was interested. But he wasn’t making a move. Maybe he was attracted to them but not interested in actually dealing with having fooled around with them? Darlin, admittedly, came with a lot of baggage. Which was somewhat hilarious considering how little literal baggage they’d come with. There were plenty of reasons they could think up for why David Shaw wouldn’t want to be with them, even if he might want to fuck them.

So, Darlin had decided to let up on the teasing. It had been fun. Incredibly fun. But now that it was proving to go nowhere, and inspiring them to think about why that was, it was bringing back all those old heartaches.

They were friends now. That was more than enough. That was worth everything. Darlin was the happiest they’d been in a long time, and they hadn’t even killed Quinn yet.

After a long run, they’d come home, taken turns showering, and gone to bed.

It was all so familiar and comfortable, but when they closed their eyes to sleep, a part of their mind—that treacherous asshole part—wondered how long it could last before Quinn showed up. How long before he came back to finish them off? How long before he ruined them again?

- 

 David woke with a start, lip curled in a snarl and gaze slicing across his dark bedroom. Nothing. No one. What the fuck had woken him up.

He sat up and reached for his phone when he heard it, a low whine.

He got out of bed and went straight for the hall, not bothering with lights. He was a split second from shifting. But there was no one in the halls, no one in his apartment that shouldn’t be there.

But they were still whimpering, setting all his nerves on fire.

He didn’t knock. A part of his brain warned that he should knock but he just couldn’t. They were making that sound like they were in pain, like they were scared, and if he didn’t get eyes on them right this fucking second he was going to shift and rip the apartment apart looking for whatever was hurting them.

There was no one and nothing else in their bedroom but Darlin asleep on the mattress. No covers. No pants either. Just naked legs kicking at nothing and a tank top riding up their stomach. They jerked and strained like they were pinned down, lips pulled in a snarl but letting loose a thin whine instead of a snarl, like they were injured. They were breathing fast too.

“Darlin,” David snapped. It sounded harsh but the word just burst out of him as he crossed the room.

Darlin didn’t wake, gasping for air and clawing at their neck now. He grabbed their wrist and pulled it from their skin before they could hurt themselves, kneeling on the bed next to them. Darlin struggled harder, trying to get away now. Shit.

“Wake up,” David said, loud but without any bite. There was no enemy here. He couldn’t let go of their wrists now without risk of them hitting themselves again. His thumbs rolled circles against their skin. He didn’t want to pin them to the bed. They were scared. He collected their arms together and held them to his chest instead, sitting them up with him. “Darlin, wake up. It’s a nightmare. Open your eyes.”

Darlin growled and snapped and he was sure they would shift, but instead their eyelids flung open and they dragged fast, confused breaths. He hadn’t realized that he’d pulled them almost into his lap until they were awake and blinking at him, tears in their eyes.

There was so much naked fear on their face that David knew he’d seen something they hadn’t been ready to show anyone. But he couldn’t imagine just ignoring those whimpers. He let go of their wrists and held his hands open and to the sides so that they could see he meant them no harm. “You were having a nightmare.”

Darlin nodded tightly, still working on evening out their breathing, looking around the room fast as if they weren’t sure where they were. And then they nodded again, their exhale stuttering. They scrubbed a hand over their face and looked down. “I’m sorry.”

David shook his head, resisting the urge to touch them, despite all the desire to push their hair back from their face, or to thumb away the stray tears they hadn’t realized they’d shed. “Don’t have to apologize for shit you can’t control, Darlin.”

Darlin took another deep breath and nodded, sighing and flopping back onto the bed. One of their legs was still bent at the knee and leaned into his thigh and hip, the only thing connecting them. “Thanks for… For waking me up. Sometimes even when I know it’s a dream it’s like… I can’t convince the rest of me of it, you know?”

David nodded. He did know. He dropped his hands to his sides. He should get off the bed. He should leave. “Your nightmares… It’s Quinn?”

Darlin huffed something like an angry laugh and nodded, tapping their temple. “He’s in there now. The narcist would be thrilled if he found out.”

David frowned. As much as he hated the idea of Quinn tormenting their sleep, he hated the ever-present threat of him still interacting with their life. He knew Darlin worried about it—thought about it—a lot. Quinn would eventually have to be dealt with. He would eventually come back to Dahlia. “He’s not going to find out and someday he won’t even be in there anymore.”

Darlin looked up at him, stilling, and he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. “Thank you,” they said, voice low but the room so breathlessly quiet that he could almost make out the pounding of their heart. “For…Letting me come home.”

David winced and shook his head. “You were always welcome home. If I’d made you feel that sooner, none of this would have happened.”

Surprise lit Darlin’s face, first surprised and then shocked. “You really think that…”

“Of course.”

“David…” They sat up, so close to him again, and shook their head. “It’s not your fault I left.”

David wasn’t so sure about that. If he had reached out to them when they were younger. If he had tried hard to include them in his circle of friends—in the pack.

“Shit happens,” Darlin said, touching his hand. When he looked at them, they chanced a smile and shrugged. “We were kids. You couldn’t have known I’d run off, start hanging out with a psychotic vampire, and then make enemies with said vampire.”

They tried to make a joke out of it. He looked at the hand they had over his and the fine little scars on their knuckles from a rough life. “You didn’t know he was a monster when you started hanging out with him, and you did what you could to stop him when you realized.”

Darlin shrugged, starting to retract their hand from his. He caught it, holding on a second longer and running his thumb across their knuckles, across those scars. They didn’t feel like anything but he memorized them.

“Stay?” Darlin asked.

David’s gaze snapped to theirs, surprised. “What?”

Darlin looked away but scooted over on the bed. “Just for a while?” they sounded embarrassed and growing unsure, but obviously not unsure about him—just about his reaction to the request.

David laid down beside them, still holding on to their hand. He’d let them take it back at the slightest tug, but they curled fingers around his. “Kick me out whenever you want,” he mumbled, cheek settling on one of their pillows.

Darlin sighed and he thought he heard a smile on their lips. “Kick me if I crowd you,” Darlin said, already sounded half-asleep again.

 -

 Darlin woke up slowly, in their bed, in David’s apartment, safe.

And then they remembered the nightmare last night and waking up with David there in the room, on the bed, telling them it was okay.

And then they remembered asking him to stay and he did.

Their eyes flicked open. They were on their side, almost on their chest, and David was pressed to their back. They were spooning. There was no pretending they weren’t. Darlin was backed up into him and pressed tight, his arm curled around their chest, holding them against him. His face was in the back of their hair, his lips almost touching their neck. It was so comfortable and intimate that they couldn’t stop their pulse from rising and their mind from racing. And then he shifted, pressed somehow closer in his sleep, and his erection pushed against their ass.

Electricity shivered through their skin, making their breath catch in their chest. That moment of surprise, of tension and sharp inhale, was all it took to have David waking up. Darlin felt it in how his arm around them tightened and then loosened, his body tensing as he realized where he was and that he was spooning them. And then he realized he was hard and pressed flush against their body. His breath rumbled in his chest and he started to pull his hips back, shifting away. In seconds he would apologize and roll off the bed and leave and they would probably never talk about it again. Just like they never talked about how Darlin had been sitting right next to him for the last few weeks, had been leaning against him in the kitchen, and brushing against him on their runs. Just like they never talked about how little clothing Darlin wore when it was just the two of them in the apartment, or that time they walked from the bathroom back to their room after a shower wearing absolutely nothing. They’d felt him watching and they’d heard him groan, but he hadn’t said a word.

Darlin grabbed the arm he had around their chest before he could unravel from them and pressed their hips back against him.

David’s breath quickened, his mouth so close to their skin that they could feel it on their neck. “You’re doing this on purpose?” he asked, voice low.

Darlin squirmed, their ass nestling against his crotch, their breath hitching when they rubbed against his erection again. They almost whined. “Yes.”

David groaned. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time?”

Darlin bit their lip. Was he going to be mad? Did they fucking care as long as he stayed pressed against them? He was big. He was big and he was hard for them. For them. Shit. They rolled their hips back against him. “Yeah.”

David growled and it shuddered through Darlin’s back. His breath rolled against their neck. “Thank god,” he ground out before his mouth latched onto their throat and his body pushed hard into theirs, rolling them onto their stomach with him on top, grinding them into the bed. His hands were on them, grabbing at their hip to keep them in just the right spot while his other slid up under their shirt to explore their side.

He licked up the side of their throat to their ear, breathing hard and rocking his hips against their ass, rubbing his heavy cock against them. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you shit,” he growled low against their skin and Darlin shivered. They squirmed under him, trapped and pinned. They usually hated being under anyone, hated being pinned down, but this felt different. This felt…safe. “What do you want?” his voice shuddered through their skin. He licked their neck, sucked and dragged teeth, but didn’t bite. Darlin didn’t know if that was because he thought they would freak or because he didn’t want to. They could understand. Their skin was a mess and—their thoughts blanked out when he latched onto their earlobe and growled.

“Oh fuck,” Darlin groaned, squirming, whining.

“Answer me, beautiful,” he demanded.

Darlin shivered, either at the command or the word. No one called them that. “Wh-What? What question, asshole?”

He smiled against their neck, opening his mouth, pressing teeth against skin but still not biting, like he could only barely resist the need to. “What do you want?”

Oh. That. “You,” they blurted out. Something deep in their heart cringed from being that open. It was too much, too exposing, too dangerous. But it was also too true. “I want you.”

He stopped licking, stopped rocking his hips against their ass. He stopped.

Darlin flinched, afraid they’d fucked this up.

He lifted up off of them.

Yeah. Yeah, they’d fucked this up. It was probably supposed to be something casual. That made more sense. Maybe they could play it off like they meant his body? His cock? Fuck, they could do that. They could pretend if it meant keeping him close.

And then his hands were on them again, flipping them over onto their back on the mattress.

David had a knee on either side of their thighs, over them on all fours, his hair a mess and his pupils blown. He did not look casual at all. “Say it again?”

Darlin shuddered, touching his bare waist in blind search of contact. His eyes were boring into them, waiting. “I want you,” they admitted again, pulse high. They had been beaten before, naked after shifting and fighting, bleeding out and broken, and felt less exposed than they did right then. But David stared back, so impossibly steady. They’d never stood a chance of lying or hiding.

His head dipped, his mouth so close to theirs and their neck craning to bring them closer, to offer. “Take me?” he asked it, rather than commanded it and it sent a jolt through Darlin.

“Fuck,” Darlin gasped before finally letting go of any restraint or fear of rejection. To hell with it. They were over the edge of the cliff now. They reached up, hand curling around the back of his neck and dragging him down, crushing his mouths together. He opened for them and they delved their tongue in.

Bucking their hip to the side, Darlin rolled them, straddling his hips and never breaking the kiss.

- 

 David growled even when he let them flip him onto his back, but Darlin just smiled into the kiss, biting his bottom lip. They were trouble and he loved it. It meant they weren’t afraid of him. He settled his hands on their thighs, squeezing. They squirmed down against him, rubbing their ass on his erection again. Fuck. At this rate he was going to be making a mess in his fucking shorts.

His mind raced with options and ideas and all the things he wanted to do. But restraint kept him in place, kissing them back and wondering if maybe he should just let this play out. It was fast. He didn’t usually sleep with people the first time he kissed them, but he also didn’t usually grind on someone before he kissed them either.

He kept thinking about the way they’d said it. That they wanted him. Him. Not just sex, but him. They’d looked so exposed, like they were ready to have their heart broken. He was never going to break that heart.

Darlin gasped for air, sliding back on his thighs, touching his hips and hesitating, shaking. He watched, waiting, wondering if this was where the brakes would be pulled. If they wanted to stop, it would stop, even if he was rock hard and aching for more. “Can I… shit… Can I touch you?” they asked, voice low was want and fingers curling and uncurling into the elastic bands of his shorts and underwear.

David groaned, hips flexing forward. “Yes.”

Darlin bit into their bottom lip and swallowed at another sound that rattled up in their chest. They tugged his clothes down his thighs and kicked them off, completely naked under them. “Fuck,” Darlin gasped at the sight of him and it was insanely gratifying. Their hands slid along his hips and down his thighs to where their own, still sitting on him in nothing but underwear and a tank top. Their gaze flicked between his cock and his face, always checking his reaction. Did they think he’d suddenly change his mind? Or did they want to see his face when their hands glided slowly up his thighs again, closer and closer. He groaned low when they ran a palm over him, base to tip, unhurried. Were they teasing again or just enjoying the journey?

He didn’t know them well enough for this and it made everything layered with worry and want and excitement. Someday they would know exactly how each other liked things and be able to tell what the other was up to at a glance, but not yet.

Darlin watched him again when they wrapped their fingers around him and stroked, sliding farther down his legs, leaning down to experimentally lick his head.

Someday he would know that Darlin just liked to watch his reactions—that they thrilled at the sight of him unraveling—but tonight the idea that they were watching for queues nagged at his brain. He liked being in control and being pushy but he couldn’t stand the idea of someone doing anything for him because they thought they had to.

He caught their jaw with a growl, fighting all the instincts that desperately wanted to watch that beautiful mouth wrap around his cock. Darlin looked surprised but he pulled them up and leaned down, kissing them hard and pulling them back up into his lap. He could feel their excitement. He pushed their shirt up and off, wanting skin to skin.

His hands ran over their sides, his hips rolling under theirs, grinding them together. Darlin bit back another cry of pleasure, rubbing down against him, riding him with only the thin fabric of their underwear between them. It was already too much. They were too close. He kissed them hard when he realized they were biting so hard at their own lip to keep down their sounds that they had split open that old scar there. He tasted their blood in that kiss and unleashed their moans, swallowing them up to have them collide with his own in his chest, tangling into a tumble of growls as they both came, making a perfect mess of themselves.

They slowed and stopped, Darlin in his lap and both of them panting for air. His thumb brushed the curve of another bite scar low on their abdomen. He’d seen Darlin walking around the apartment in little to nothing, but this was the first time he’d seen them up close since that night at the clinic and they had been a mess then.

He studied too long because Darlin leaned back. They huffed a laugh, one of those ones that wasn’t funny at all but willing to pretend it was. They arched back, grabbing at their shirt tossed aside and David realized instantly that they’d misunderstood. They meant to put the shirt back on and cover up the marks, like they’d somehow ruined the mood. He growled and rolled them, catching the hand with the shirt and holding it to the side, to the bed. He looked down at them. “No,” he ground low and they stared up at him. “Your body is beautiful. I might kill every fucker that ever left a mark on it, but the marks themselves are proof that you’re strong—that you survived, that you threw yourself into fights and came out the other side. I was just looking. I was just memorizing you.”

Darlin trembled under him. “Why?”

David’s breath caught. “You know why.” How could they not? His other hand brought fingertips to the side of their neck, trailing over scars from behind their ear all the way down to their shoulder. He wanted to put his teeth to that skin too. He wanted to hunt down everyone else that ever had and had dared to leave a scar. He wanted to press a mark there, one made in pleasure and love just between them. One that would fade and be remade the same again and again, like commitment renewed.

Darlin looked away first, eyes shining in the dark with tears they fought not to let fall.

They would get there someday. They had time.

“Shower?” David asked, offering them a change of topic. Darlin nodded and David got up but didn’t lose contact with them. He pulled them to their feet, tugging them out of the room and through the dark morning apartment to the bathroom.

[writingonsaturn]

Better Unsaid

a/n okay this has been all over the place!! it was originally going to be a blurb and darker and closer to smutty (so keep your eyes out for that??? lol), but then I made it softer and the concept got away from me and it got soooo much longer than expected lmao and i still dont love where it ended so maybe part 2?? i have the idea i just dont know lol 

summary: Reader is a princess and Anakin has been her guard during the most public season for the past two years (not the most logical thing but just go with it lol, it gets explained better in the fic) and after a near death experience the two are conveniently forced into a....

ONE BED TROPE ONE BED TROPE *cough cough* ONE BED TROPE WITH ONE PERSON HAVING TO WAKE UP THE OTHER BC THEYRE HAVING A NIGHTMARE,, :)))))))

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His smugness is the only thing about him I can consider ‘ugly’. And because I am so desperate to not have feeling for Anakin, the Jedi who has been assigned to protect me through coronation season (which lasts for most of winter), for the last two coronation seasons, I hold onto my distaste for that side of him. Which is why I suppress my laugh as he waits for my reaction with that confident smile. 

“Come on, that was funny.” 

Rolling my eyes, I let myself sit on my bed. I can’t tell if he’s actually funny or if my evening has been so boring that his sense of humor has started to become appealing to me due to comparison. In short, the suitor I was forced to spend an entire evening with lacked personality so much I’m starting to find Anakin funny.

“You’re much more entertaining than this evening’s suitor.” 

Anakin’s expression shifts slightly, his assured grin dropping slightly. “Another miss?” 

“You have no idea.” I relax slightly, taking a moment to be glad that I completed my father’s request and now I can just enjoy the time I have with Anakin. “I know my father’s desperate to make sure my marriage is useful for our people and that he worries about this selection process because he always thought my mother would be here to help, but sometimes I wish he wouldn’t rush it so much. It feels like all he wants me for is to marry me off in exchange of finance or weaponry or something diplomatic.” 

“You’re more than that.” His response is so soft I think I might have missed it if I needed it less. I curse myself for feeling so validated by him. His words shouldn’t mean anything to me. After all, he could easily just be saying that because agreeing with my father will just make me more unpleasant to be around. 

I smile politely while avoiding his eyes. I keep my hands on either side of me, fighting the urge to fidget. “Thank you, Anakin.” My words sound weak in my own ears, so I’m sure he notices my shift in mood. “I’m tired today, I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Normally, I’d be able to shrug off these kinds of things, but the beginning of Coronation Season makes me irritable. The anniversary of my mother’s death hits me harder each year. 

“Y/n.” My name comes out so velvety I can’t find it in myself to interrupt him. “You are more than someone meant to be used as some kind of royal currency, and I mean that as more than just a...friend.” 

I let his last word linger. We’ve tried so many titles that never seem to fit right. He’s the chosen one, one of the most powerful Jedi to exist, and the Jedi assigned to protect me each Coronation Season because that’s when my mother was assassinated. He’s my guard, but we’ve spent too many nights laughing together and talking about everything and anything. And I guess now he’s my friend, even though sometimes when he looks at me in a certain way or sits too close to me or reaches for my hand to guide me somewhere I can’t breathe right. 

“Anakin, you know I love when you’re here, even though sometimes you drive me insane. And I appreciate your kindness, but your words can’t change the truth. That’s how my father sees me and he’s not exactly wrong. I’m not a son, I haven’t been raised to lead an army or lead much, and--” 

“I’ve seen you in meeting after meeting, convention after convention. I’ve witnessed the way you handle real problems and I know how you care about your people. You’d make a great leader, you don’t need a husband to be valuable.” 

My chest swells, feelings I never let myself think about mixing with thoughts of Anakin that I’ve spent so long trying to avoid. “That settles it, you’re my favorite person.” 

He grins, the look warm enough to melt the odd lump in my throat. I fight down a smile as he steps forward. “And I wasn’t before?” 

“I take it back--your head’s big enough without the additional praise.” 

Rolling my eyes, I lean back slightly in order to recreate the distance he so easily destroyed. “And I thought you had finally warmed up to me, princess.” 

The use of my title makes me skeptical. The last time Anakin used it was when he was trying to ease me so that I’d walk around the palace garden so he had an excuse to do the same. It was beyond late and I was half asleep, but he had os much energy he was desperate and just needed to do one more thing. I felt bad that his schedule revolved so heavily around mine (and when he softens his eyes and says please, I’m left incapable of saying the word ‘no’) so I agreed. 

“What do you want?” 

Anakin dramatically clutches a hand over his heart. He throws his head back slightly as if he’s just taken a fatal blow. “When did you turn so cynical? I’ve been back for three days and I’m starting to believe you’re a different person now.” 

Yeah...he’s definitely getting ready to ask for something that’s more trouble than it’s worth. Then again, everything with him seems to be worth it in some capacity. Even if it’s just that one smile he gets when he’s truly content and doesn’t think anyone’s looking. 

“Mhm,” I mumble, still fighting a grin, “so you’re not going to ask me anything?” 

His lips part slightly as he exhales. I watch the way his eyes narrow at my victorious expression. “I don’t have anything to ask of you, but I do have a small request. A request so small you won’t have to do anything but say yes.”

Suspicious. Too easy. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“You just said I was your favorite person. Remember that.” 

I’m too tired for his coyness. I’d rather him make his ridiculous request now so that I can be in bed within the hour. Though I can’t pretend I don’t normally feel better after letting him drag me along on whatever ‘adventure’ he just needed to complete while also not letting me out of his sight. I used to tell him that I wouldn’t tell anyone if I wasn’t under supervision for an hour or two a day, but he dismissed the idea immediately. That’s been the cornerstone of everything. 

“What is it?” 

He sighs once, tilting his head slightly. The way his eyes soften tells me he’s already won at least half the battle. “They still haven’t caught the attempted--” Anakin pauses, something behind his eyes darkening. I know what he’s remembering. Last night, an assassin had gotten closer than they ever had. I had almost been shot in the garden, Anakin had barely pushed me to the ground in time. A fact he’s been beating himself up for since, especially considering that no one has been able to find my attempted killer yet. “They were so close to you. They were within palace limits and they disappeared like they never existed. Who’s to say they don’t work here and are waiting for the next moment you’re exposed? Who’s to say they aren’t here tonight, waiting for me to retire for the night?” 

I didn’t realize how my near death experience had been so personal to him. He, like everyone else, was beyond frantic after it happened. But my father put an end to verbal worry before it could truly begin. He said the best thing we could do was act like everything was fine as the assailant was searched for. Anakin hadn’t been particularly cheery after my father instructed the guards to focus their search on known enemies instead of prioritizing venting the staff closest to me. I comforted him as best as I could, but he didn’t feel like speaking about it and I had to worry about the suitor meeting my father wouldn’t let me cancel. 

“Anakin, you’re right next door to me.” I have to fight the urge to reach for him. “I was fine because of you, and I will be fine because of you.” 

He sighs once, his expression not easing. “And if the person is silent? The attacker could easily work in the palace, but no one wanted to direct the search inwards.” His words are more strained than I’ve ever heard them be. “I think it’d be smart for me to stay in here. I know you’ve refused having a guard stay in your room or outside your door, but...” Anakin sighs. “Your safety would be more assured.” 

Him staying in my room? The only line I’ve ever been allowed to draw, and I’m actually considering letting that go. If he seemed even slightly less sad, I wouldn’t even consider it. It’s not a good idea. I’m already too attached to him. “Anakin--” 

“I’d feel more assured.” 

Damn him. Stupid, extremely sweet Anakin who makes saying no to him impossible. I stretch my arm forward, letting my hand squeezes his forearm gently. “There’s no reason to not feel assured.” He doesn’t ease, the cloudiness behind his eyes remains stubborn. “You’re still worried.” No reaction, the haze that’s taken him isn’t letting go. “Fine--but tell no one or my father is going to take to posting guards at my door every night.” 

...I guess there are worse ways to spend a night. Which is kind of a problem since I’m trying to...enjoy Anakin less. Ugh, I even sound dumb in my head. “I promise, princess.” 

Ugh, he’s adorable. “You’re intolerable.” I stand from he foot of my bed and pull back the covers on my bed. He doesn’t reply, something dark still playing for him. I watch him move to face the door. Wait--is he doing what I think he’s doing? “No, you’re not going to stand there all night. You need sleep.” He has the audacity to give me an annoyed look. “I already didn’t want to do this so now you have to listen to my conditions.” 

He raises an eyebrow, his lips pressing together oddly. He’s trying to gauge something from my expression, perhaps he’s looking for buttons to press to get his way. I guess I look as stubborn as I feel because instead of arguing he just sits on the floor. What? I watch him cautiously, trying to figure out if this is some weird argument trick. 

“What are you doing?” 

“What you asked.”

And just like that I’ve put myself in a position that I will no doubt regret terribly the second common sense returns to me. There’s no way to deny that Anakin and I are closer than we probably should be. We’ve felt like friends first since the day we first met. I can’t think of any reason to not offer to let him sleep in my bed except those stupid budding feelings I refuse to label. 

It’s not like I actually like him. I can’t--I’m going to be married to some nobleman and he’s prohibited from ever forming attachments. I’m not even sure if we’re allowed to be friends. Having actual feelings for him would be so, so pointless. It would just lead to heartache and the ruining of the one genuine relationship I have. I’m just a tiny bit confused right now because he’s objectively really attractive and he’s always there for me. Always there to make a joke after a particularly rough meeting. Always there to offer me a supportive smile. Always there to humble me when I teeter on acting like my father. 

Anyone’s heart would flutter at that, so it doesn’t mean anything. And if it does, I need to squash any budding feelings now before I mess things up. Which is why I should keep him at arm’s length until I get it together. But is that fair to him? And what if doing that is making things worse? What if it’s just reinforcing the idea of having feelings? 

This is ridiculous. I’m going to get over this if it kills me. It’s just a bed and it’s only sleeping. I’m meant to be able to lead an entire union and I can’t sleep next to someone and act normal?” “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” 

The second the words leave my mouth I regret it all. What’s wrong with me? Did I seriously think I’d be okay?

I hear his soft exhale, “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse places than on your marble floor.” 

His voice sounds so weighted I can’t help but feel bad for not noticing that he’s still bothered. Whether he’s upset about his near miss or the fact that my father didn’t take his advice, I don’t know. But something’s wrong. The easy thing to do would be to just let him sleep it off. The smart thing to do would be to leave him alone until tomorrow. 

I think of all the times that I’ve been upset and Anakin had refused to let me go to sleep angry or sad or overwhelmed. “I know, but it’s really not a big deal. It’s not like we don’t know each other. I mean, last Coronation Season you buttoned me into more gowns than my handmaid. And I owe you for saving me from one of the worst suitors I’ve ever had.” 

“I’m starting to think we need to develop some kind of signal.” 

The tiny bit of lightness that’s returned to his voice makes all of my internal struggle feel worth it. “You always seem to know.” 

“That’s because when you’re reaching your limit, that one line appears between your eyebrows.”

I didn’t realize I had such a tell. I try to remember the way that the suitor drawled on and on about how amazing he was and how he couldn’t wait for the day he had a bride to bear his children and plan (tedious) social events. My hand moves to my forehead, trying to feel the crease Anakin mentioned. Can everyone tell when I’m growing tired? Am I that transparent? 

Anakin’s slight laugh steals my attention. He’s facing me again, his elbow holding his head up on the foot of my bed. “What are you doing?” 

“I don’t--I don’t think i get a crease between my eyebrows when I’m irritated.” 

I hear him stand. I don’t realize he’s approaching me until he’s so close I could touch him without even needing. to stretch. “No, when you’re irritated you raise your eyebrows slightly, because that’s when you’re at your most sarcastic.” 

“Really?” 

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards. “Just like that.” I force myself to keep my expression blank. “When you’re reaching your limit, your eyebrows crease here.” His finger taps the space between my brows so gently I almost don’t realize what he’s doing. “And when you’re trying not to laugh--which is often, because you refuse to admit that I’m funny--you press your lips together in a way that forms a dimple here.” The knuckle of his pointer finger brushes against the bottom of my cheek. 

I bite my tongue to fight the warmth spreading across my face. “I didn’t realize i was so transparent.”

“I can’t always tell what you’re thinking.” 

“I’ll take it.” Maybe if I was less tired, I’d argue a little more. “You know you’re not that difficult to read either.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, I can tell when you’re just being stubborn for the sake of it. I can see it in your eyes and you’re doing it right now.” 

His expression harshens slightly before softening. “Y/n--” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

He sighs once, stepping back. I watch him pace around my bed before taking a seat on the edge of my other side of the bed. “Are you happy now?” 

“Happy that I won? Absolutely.” 

Anakin halfheartedly glares at me. “Careful, add a crown and a robe that trails down a throne and I’d feel like I was speaking to your father.” 

“Careful, another side comment like that and I’ll ‘accidentally’ kick you off the bed in the middle of the night.” 

“Not if I kick you off the bed first.” 

I trace a thoughtless pattern on the fabric of my bedsheets. “What are you? Twelve?” 

“I’m older than you.” 

“Barely.” I continue the thoughtless pattern tracing as I fight the sleep from my eyes. “Your comebacks are usually more creative than that.” 

He exhales, relaxing slightly as he rests his back against a pillow. “I’m tired, like you claimed to be.” His eyes flutter slightly, a bit of his exhaustion showing. “Go to sleep.” 

I should. I’m too old to think I can put off a tomorrow I don’t want by just staying up. This is stupid. I’m too old to think I can put off the anniversary of my mother’s death by going to bed. She had been taken from us on castle grounds, killed by a revolutionist who viewed my mother as a class traitor. I still remember the way she slumped to the ground, her blood staining the snow beneath her. I remember the way the guards were so busy chasing her killer no one thought to keep me away from the body. 

“Y/n?” 

I scratch the back of my arm in hopes of banishing my thoughts. “Yes?” 

“You’re being quiet.” 

“You said to go to sleep, that tends to be a quiet thing.” 

I can feel his eyes on me. “Since when do you listen to me?” Not trusting myself to actually reply, I only offer him a hum of acknowledgement. “I know you’re not half asleep.” 

Folding my hands on my lap, I avoid his gaze. “It’s tomorrow.” 

I don’t know why I trust him to understand my vague response, but I do. His silence stretches over us like a thin blanket on a cold night. Maybe he doesn’t understand what I’m implying. I can always correct him tomorrow, when my eyelids are no longer as heavy as my heart. The more seconds that pass in total silence, the more I think that maybe he’s fallen asleep. 

I wouldn’t be surprised, Anakin has seemed tired recently, like some additional weight he won’t share with anyone has been thrust onto his shoulders. A small part of me rolls in guilt. I need to be a better friend, just because I’m suddenly a little too aware of him doesn’t mean I can shrug him off and ignore him. 

My hand almost flinches away from the feeling of something surprisingly warm touching my pinky. When I realize that it’s just Anakin and that the contact was probably accidental, I force myself to ease. It’s not like we’ve never touched before, I don’t understand why I’m making it weird. Sitting in my bed in the dark doesn’t change anything. His hand turns slightly, pressing into mine a little more assuredly. Biting my tongue, I turn my hand slightly, exposing my palm. And just like that, our fingers intertwine. 

“She would have been proud of you.” His voice comes out so low I barely register the words. 

The words shouldn’t mean much to me--he never knew my mother and has no way to know what she wanted me to be.--and yet I find comfort in them. I smile, turning my head towards him. “You didn’t even know her.” 

He rolls his eyes slightly, relaxing further before squeezing my hand once. “Who wouldn’t be proud of you? You’re kind and smart and decent to be around when you’re not telling me what to do.�� 

My heart swells in my chest so much I’m surprised it doesn’t burst. Could he be cuter? “Yeah...now I’m sure you’re my favorite person.” 

“Now you’re sure?” 

The smugness in his voice has me rolling my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying that.” 

“Maybe in the morning,” he says easily, “now go to sleep. There’s nothing worse than escorting you from meeting to meeting while you’re tired.” 

“I’m not that bad.” Even in this darkness, I can make out the way he raises an eyebrow. “Shut up--I’m going to sleep, but not because of you.” 

He lets out a slight huff. “You’re impossible.” 

The desire to respond to his comment is not enough for me to win the fight against the weight of my eyelids. The moment my eyes shut, I feel powerless to anything that isn’t sleep. I let myself fall into a weightless sleep, my only tether being the Anakin’s fingers around mine. 

--

A distant noise yanks me from my sleep. I’m too drowsy to do anything but register the sound. I hear another similar...whine? cry? I can’t tell and I’m too asleep to figure it out. I almost fall asleep again, but a third distressed sound keeps me from it. I wipe my eyes lazily with the back of my hand as I try to sit up. 

Squinting, I make out a figure on my bed. It takes me a moment to remember Anakin and how I fell asleep. Our hands are still together and no light is peering through my window so it can’t be that long since I fell asleep. Another disgruntled sound carries itself throughout the room. I shift slightly, leaning over Anakin cautiously. 

Golden brown curls are beginning to stick to his forehead and his eyebrows are drawn together sharply. He’s having a nightmare.  I shift even further forward before cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder before squeezing him gently. 

“Anakin,” I whisper, “it’s not--it’s not real.” His eyebrows draw together even more harshly. I shake him a little more stubbornly. “Anakin, wake up--you’re having a ni--”

 My forearm is grabbed so suddenly I barely register it before I feel my back shoved into my mattress. I blink twice. His dark eyes are frantic and the look on his face is far from the gentle, easygoing expression I’m used to. He’s breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling from above me. I swallow a slight panic and something I don’t understand as I try to keep my eyes on his face and my thoughts away from how close he is. Anakin pries his fingers from my forearm one by one until only his palm is touching me. 

“Y/n, I--” 

“It’s okay.” Honestly, I’m more worried about his uneven breathing than the way he grabbed me. I can’t imagine everything he’s been through or how justified his nightmares are. Anakin moves his hand away from me. I don’t sit up until he’s off of me and sitting with his back against my headboard. “It’s okay--I just--you were having a nightmare and I thought I should wake you.” He doesn’t react. I turn my body further, keeping my back straight. Anakin doesn’t move, and the longer he stays still, the more I feel like I should say something else. “Do you want talk about it? Or do--do you want to talk about something else? Or go to sleep? Or get some water? Or--” The far off look behind his eyes silences me. I scoot forward slightly. “You’re okay, Anakin, I promise.” 

His head turns at that, his eyes searching mine for something I don’t understand. “I thought...” He cuts himself off by swallowing once. 

I shift a little more, trying to find anything normal in his expression. “Thought what?” 

Anakin’s hand is on my arm so quickly I don’t even register his movement. I let his fingers press into my skin. He’s holding onto me like I’m a figment of a dream and he’s beginning to wake up. “I thought I’d failed.” He exhales, the sound heavy. “Failed you and that you’d--I  thought I had lost you.” 

A lump rises in my throat, thick and unmoving. Cautiously, I place my hand over the one still gripping my shoulder like a lifeline. “You didn’t. Nothing happened, it was just a dream.” 

His gaze falls to the ground before he repeats the last of my words. “Just a dream.” There’s a hollowness to his voice I don’t understand. 

I exhale, carefully running my thumb over his knuckles. “Yes.” He doesn’t say anything but his expression hardens again. I let us sit there like that for a long minute. “I promise.” 

“You can’t promise things like that.”

I sigh, unsure of where to go from here. “Bad dreams are only bad dreams.” He doesn’t reply. “I think you should try to get some more sleep.” 

Anakin is unresponsive. I shift back, but before I can transition from almost being on top of him to just sitting next to him, he pulls on my arm to keep in place. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” 

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.” 

“You almost died today, y/n. I was right there and if I had been a second later--” 

“But you weren’t.” He doesn’t ease. “You were there and I was fine. Don’t torment yourself over what could have been. You’ll drive yourself crazy.” 

“If anything ever happened to y--” 

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, ignoring the way his hold on my arm tightens even further, “Especially this time a year when I have a pretty good gau--” 

He tilts his head slightly, eyebrows drawing together and a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Pretty good? Really?” 

“Someone needs to watch your ego, chosen one.” This time when he tries for a smile, the look has some strength behind it. Relief pools in my stomach. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow’s a busy day and when you’re sleepy you’re beyond irritable.”  

Anakin lets me pull away enough to lay down, but he doesn’t follow. Not for a long second. When he does, his movements are impossibly rigid. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as carefully as I can manage. 

“Y/n?” 

I regret turning my head immediately. I didn’t realize how close he was. It would take no effort from me to make our lips meet. Wait--why am I thinking of that? I’m not allowed to think of stuff like that...especially not about him. 

“Yes?”

He lets out a breath before moving his hand. I don’t understand his hesitation until I feel his hand cupping my cheek gently. “What if next time I’m not enough? What if next time I lose you because I’m not strong enough?” 

I never thought my death would be such a personal thing to him. Sure, I knew that we had some kind of bond, some kind of friendship, and that my death would bring sadness. But I never imagined I’d matter enough to him that thoughts of my death would be frightening enough to slip into his subconscious and become a thing of nightmares. 

“You are enough. Nothing is going to happen to me and if it does it’s not going to be because of you.” Anakin’s lips press together in a way that implies serious uncertainty. His thumb brushes across my cheek so unexpectedly I almost ask him what he’s doing. The intensity behind his eyes is enough to burn me. “Was your dream really that bad?” 

He lets out an uncertain breath as his eyebrows draw together. I don’t miss the way his jaw clenches. “It’s more than the dream. I...y/n, princess,” he tacts on, a hint of humor returning to him, “you’re more than a mission to me.” 

The admission is so soft I can’t help but smile. “I know, Anakin, we’re--” 

“You’re more than a friend to me.” I don’t know if my blood freezes in my veins or if my lungs don’t contract when they should or if my heart literally skips a beat, but I know something in me completely stops at his words. “I--” 

“Don’t say it.” I don’t know how I managed to cut him off so sharply and I’m a little disappointed when I do, but it’s the right thing to do. Thought of the code that’s so important to him have clouded half the immense shock and joy swelling in my chest. “What you’re trying to say...I um, I want to say the same.” I try to drop my gaze but he tilts my head up slightly with his hand. “But we shouldn’t, you know that.” 

"You want to us to pretend that nothing’s different? You want me to escort you from meetings with one suitor to the next every Coronation Season until you’re married off?” 

“No, I’m not saying that. The point is that I’m not saying anything.” His eyebrows draw together in uncertainty. “Isn’t it enough for now, for both of us to just know? If we say it...that could mean bad things for you. And I don’t want to be a bad thing for you.” 

“You could never be.”

It’d be so easy to believe him. To believe him and to let him say what I never imagined I’d be able to hear and damn the consequences of tomorrow. “Can we just refrain from verbally saying anything until you’re sure?” 

“I’m sure right now. I’ve been sure since the first time we ever walked in the garden together. The night after the first Coronation Ball I escorted you to.” 

I remember that night well. The way he hadn’t scolded me for needing air or taking off my uncomfortably high heels to walk in the grass. “If you mean it, you won’t say it yet. I refuse to get in the way of what you’re meant for.”

His thumb runs my cheek entirely, stopping at the corner of my mouth. “Are you capable of not disagreeing with me?” 

Rolling my eyes slightly, I place my hand over his. “Probably not.” 

Anakin exhales, his playful irritation clear in the sound. “You’re impossible when you’re tired.” 

“I am not tired.” 

“I can see the sleep in your eyes.” 

“I can see it in yours too.” 

He pauses, eyebrows drawn together cautiously. “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

He must be more tired than I thought if he’s compromising with me so quickly. “Deal.” 

Neither of us close our eyes for a long second, we just watch each other with wide eyes. It still doesn’t feel like he’s eased, but he’s come back to me so much more than he was earlier. I’ll make sure to check how he’s feeling in the morning. The first morning after we’ve...I don’t know. 

I’m trying really hard not to get excited because anything that’s been not said could be taken back so easily. That’s the point--but it’s hard not to let my heart get ahead of my rationality. I’ll just take the good for what it is for now and tomorrow we can figure out the rest. Even though he’s not allowed to form attachments and my father really wants to marry me off to foreign royalty.

Tomorrow. This can begin to be solved tomorrow. My eyes shut and I let myself roll fully onto my back. The second I’m comfortably settled, I feel Anakin shift against the bed. I’m too tired to open my eyes until I feel a weight placed against my chest. 

I open my eyes on instinct, less surprised than I should be when I see Anakin’s head resting against my chest. Before I can speak, I feel his arm rest against my side. “Anakin,” I breathe, my hand moving to smooth his hair out of his face the way I’ve wanted to for so long. “What did we just talk about?” 

“You said not to say anything,” he mumbles comfortably, “I’m not saying anything.” ...It is kind of the ideal compromise. Especially since I’m too tired to find reason and he feels so warm. “I can feel you overthinking. Go back to smoothing my hair before I have to rise and stand at your door so that your handmaid comes to wake you. Something tells me she’d be glad for the excuse to get rid of me.” 

That might be the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard him say. Selma is the most patient woman in the palace. “Selma would never report anything involving me, I can’t believe you don’t like her. She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.”  

“She’s the one that doesn’t like me,” he says, “she always watches me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m planning on stealing you away.” 

Too tired to fight my smile, I go back to smoothing his hair out with my fingers. After a moment, he lets out an exhale that relaxes his entire body. “Goodnight, princess.” 

“Goodnight.” The word is barely a mumble as I feel sleep tug against me for the second time tonight. 

It’s strange, but my excitement doesn’t diminish my tiredness, it just makes the prospect of rest feel so much fuller. Safer. Because there’s so much to sort out and grieve but it’s okay, because we have the time and everything feels okay because Anakin is here, right beneath my fingertips. 

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The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

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Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you��re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.

[k3rm1e]

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

playground

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

hi!! sorry this has taken a while, i am shit at scheduling (like really bad lmao) but i hope you like it anyways!!

cw: cursing 

playground:

  sitting in the airport, you waited for ranboo and his parent’s to pick you up. the california heat was absolutely miserable, burning you up. everyone in the airport seemed miserable, covered in the slick of sticky sweat. leaning your head over the back of your chair, you stared at the fluorescent lights.

  seeing someone shouting your name you picked your head up, only to flop it back down. how fucking tall was that kid…? would he crush you? stomp on you like a large goblin man? take you with his long arms and kidnap you, like slenderman? seriously, what the fuck were his parents feeding that kid????

  after a few more seconds of indulging your strange thoughts of the possible cryptids ranboo may be related to ((mothman possibly??) please?), he walked over and stuck his head over yours.

  “hello!” he stared at you from above, your brain racing with ‘tall man… tall man scary. but tall man friend…? confuse brain: ACTIVATE’ .

  “uh, hello ranboo.” you went to pick your head up from over the back of your chair, clashing skulls with ranboo. tall man = threat. 

  sitting on the floor you held your head, wishing you could simply evaporate in the sky and then be rained down on the earth. maybe droplet-you would land somewhere colder, like greenland. or alaska. knowing your luck, you’d probably enter the fiery pits of a volcano. maybe a desert. life is a misery of pain cursing you to feel the heat radiating of the sun. your existence was the explosion of one of the endless stars occupying outer space.

  “uh, you okay there? you’ve been sitting there for a few minutes now.” when you didn’t respond, ranboo made a confused noise. “i didn’t concuss you, did i?”.

  “no, no you did not.” finally coming back to earth, you looked at ranboo. sure, you had known he was 6’6'' but the knowledge of his height was not the same as seeing him in person. you would just barely reach his height if you sat on the shoulders of a small child. even then, you would still be shorter, as the small child would be flailing around. heh. small children are funny.

  standing up, you walked next to ranboo. with any other person you would be running to hug them. you had finally met one of your best friends, why weren’t you bursting at the seems. the simplest explanation for that is that he is so much taller when your next to him. thought he could crunch you like goblin earlier? wrong. you are jack and he is the beanstalk.

  while he moved his arms for a hug, you patted his arms in a way that felt cryptic. ranboo, already accepting your strangeness, patted you back. after the arm-patting-friendship-initiation ceremony,  you walked to the car. time to leave the stuffy airport.

  throughout the entire car ride, you sat as far from ranboo as you could. when he slid closer to you to show you something funny, whether it was on tiktok or twitter, you tried to press yourself into the car door. yeah, you might’ve been over reacting but who cares? he was a foot and a half taller than you, were you supposed to welcome him with open arms? if anything, it's good you were afraid. it means your survival systems were still (somehow) intact and working properly.

  once you arrived at the house, ranboo gave you your very own tour. within this tour, a pool was shown. a pool that would become your very new home. it was already decently late, which caused the enforcement of sleep. while you each went to your own rooms, you snuck out. pool time, as an escape from the blistering heat.

  in the dark of the night, you jumped in the pool, ignoring the noise you made. finally, a reprieve from the merciless, miserable heat. “finally, sweet, sweet, cool water.” you let our a pleased sigh, reclining in the pool, floating on the surface and lightly kicking your feet.

  with a quick end to your relaxation period, ranboo put his head through his window. “why are you in the pool?? its like two in the morning??” he stared down at you and you stared back. subconsciously, you moved further away from the house.

  “... hot. i wanted a reprieve from the rise of hell.”

  ranboo laughed and yelled back to you. “yeah, i expected that. i’ll be down soon.”

  you yelled back a “wha-!” but he had already moved away from the window. he was coming down there to what? join you in the pool with his tall-ness?

  you heard the back door slide open and out came ranboo. it seemed he also did not have the energy to change, both of you in normal clothing. Running torwars the pool, he jumped in, covering you in water.

  “oh my god! jesus! why is it so cold?!?” his head popped up and he was trying to push all his hair out his face. while he swan towards you, you backed away. he paused. “look, i don’t know if you’re playing some prank on me or whatever, but why are you acting so scared of me? seriously, i was super excited to meet you and i understand if you’re tired, but what’s your deal right now?”.

  you stared at him in silence. breaking the awkward silence, ranboo sighed and went to leave the pool. “... you’re too tall.” you muttered.

  “what?” ranboo turned around and stared at you.

  you sighed, accepting your fate. “you’re too tall. you’re like, a whole foot taller than me.”.

  he stared at you before breaking into laughter. “are you kidding me? seriously? that is NO reason to be scared i’m not gonna hurt you.”.

  you threw your head back. “i knowwww.”.

  ranboo started dying laughing, and soon enough you joined him. breaking out in a coughing fit, you stared at him. “i know, i’m an idiot.” you moved from the corner of the pool and moved near ranboo.

  “yeah, yeah, you are.” ranboo stared laughing at you and you could see him scheming.

  “no. no. nonononononono.” ranboo picked you up and through you into the water as hard as he could. swimming up as fast as you could, you saw him grinning like a fox. “you bitch!”.

  this started a disaster, of splashing each other and throwing people in the water. grabbing pool floaties, you both fell asleep in the water.

  the next morning your behaviors were a bit different.  “ranbooooo. i’m bored. hang out with me.” laying on his floor under an air conditioner, you looked at ranboo as he was editing a new video. from the corner of your eye, you could see a phone pointing at you. he better not post anything on tiktok.

  “i’m editing.” he smiled and kept looking at the screen, ignoring you.

  “like i give a shit. let’s go out. get ice cream.”

  knowing you would never shut up, ranboo gave in to your idiocy. “alright…”.

  quickly getting up, you forced him to take you to the ice cream shop, holding his hand all the way. arriving at the shop, ranboo was forced to pay for both cones.

  smiling, you chuckled. “gold digger…” you heard him mutter.

  sitting at the benches, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “so, what caused this change in personality?” ranboo leaned his head over to look at you.

  “nghhhhh;;;;;;; no.” you laughed at him, knowing you were frustrating him.

  “so you just magically decided i could be a replacement for a playground?”

  “i just got an idea! let’s go to the park! we can play on the playground.” ranboo sighed. you were the embodiment of :3, and definitely a handful.

finally this is out!! i hope you liked this, even though its late. very late… yes! But i hope you enjoyed this. side question - what’s everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor? personally, i always get superman from ice cream shops but strawberry from cartons.

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