#but thank you for the request either wayyyy

[azrielsdove]

Ive been loving all the fics youve been posting. I had this lil idea that hopefully sparks joy for you if ur requests are open. Its an azriel x reader. Where reader is very cold hearted and kinda mean almost bitchy like nesta. Hates to be touched eapecially on her back. Azriel hates her cuz she so unpleastant and so incredibly difficult. The bond snaps for azriel and hes so so confused because he for sure thought elain was for him. Reader always looks at azriels hands almost disgusted but the truth is that she had her wings cut off and the stumps burned down to her flesh, so her entire back is scarred like azriels hands. Her face isnt of disgust but since he hides his hands she assumes he'd be disgusted in her. Azriel softens up to her when he finds out she has a soft spot for children, maybe she teaches orphaned children in the city. Idk i just like the idea of a cold hearted reader thats just as scarred as azzy but actually has a soft heart for kids. Or maybe shes always longed for a family of her own but cant get passed her own insecurities. You can change whatever you'd like to fit your writing style. ❤️

Thank you love!!!! I am OBSESSED with this idea and took off with it. I decided to turn it into a mini series, when I started writing the Readers POV it was getting wayyyy long. I hope I have done your idea justice, here is part 1 <3

Cold Hearts: Azriel x Reader

Chapter Warnings: None

Pt. 2 Here

***

Azriel couldn’t stand her. She was nothing but cold and hateful to everyone, especially to him. When she had first come to stay with Rhysand in Velaris, he had tried to be kind to her. Rhys hadn’t told anyone why he brought her, and she certainly never opened up about it.

The first day he met her, she was sitting silently in the small library in the House of Wind. Azriel had smiled at her and given a “Good morning.” She had turned sharply to look at him, her gaze focusing on the hand he waved with. He watched the look of disgust come over her face before she turned back to staring into the fire.

Azriel had been a little taken aback. Sure, he struggled with the way his hands looked, and was no stranger to the dirty looks. The look on her face had been nastier than he had ever seen. She looked at his hands like they caused her pain. He left the library after that, not sure what to think.

Many years had gone by since that first meeting, and Azriel preferred to stay far away from her. No one else wears very fond of her either. He still didn’t know why Rhys had brought her here, nor why he allowed her to stay. She spent most of her days locked in her room or sitting in the library. She occasionally came to meals with the family, rarely speaking. And when she did speak? It was always some cold remark, as if she wanted to be anywhere else with anyone else.

So why did she stay?

Azriel pondered that question far too often. When Rhys became trapped Under the Mountain, he had included that everyone should be prepared for war in his last message. Azriel took it upon himself to train her. He had shown up to her room early in the morning, expecting a fight. To his shock, she willingly came.

She took to training quicker than Azriel had thought. She proved to have some skill under that cold shell she showed everybody, even if it took some coaxing for it to come out. He was impressed. Azriel even started enjoying teaching her, until the day she lashed out at him and declared she never wanted to see him again.

He didn’t know what he had done wrong.

He was trying to teach her a slightly difficult new maneuver. She was struggling to angle her body the correct way, unable to understand how Azriel did it. He had reached out to help her, placing a hand on her lower back and shoulder to move her body into place. She shot out of his grasp like he had stabbed her, whipping around to face him.

“What do you think you are doing?” She had seethed, eyes on fire. Azriel had held his hands up in surrender, confused.

“I was just trying to help-“ He had begun, being cut off by her.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking touch me.” She had glared at his hands, a stare he didn’t miss.

“I don’t understand why you must be so insufferable all of the time!” Azriel had snapped, fed up with the constant negativity and judgement that came from her.

“Maybe don’t be a nasty pig and grab up on any female you see!” She had shouted, turning to leave the ring. “Stay away from me. I don’t wish to see you anymore.”

And that was that.

Cassian had taken over her training from then on out. Azriel was fine with it. She clearly had some sort of issue with him, and it seemed to stem from his hands. His ugly, scarred hands. Were they really so grotesque she couldn’t even stand him touching her?

***

When Rhysand had returned from Under the Mountain, things got better and worse. At first, she had been kinder. Azriel had noticed how she rushed to Rhys before anyone else, how carefully she wrapped him in her arms. The two of them had disappeared after that, not seen until the next day. Azriel couldn’t figure out why the two of them had such a bond, why Rhysand cared for her so much. He had just come back and announced that the human girl - Feyre - was his mate, so it couldn’t be a romantic attraction.

Or could it?

Azriel shook his head, demanding those thoughts the leave his mind. Ignoring the spark of jealousy that ran through him. He didn’t know why he cared so much about her.

***

Elain. There was no doubt in Azriels mind that Elain was his. Rhysand had Feyre, Cassian had Nesta, naturally Azriel would have Elain. It didn’t matter that the cauldron had mated her with Lucien. Three sisters, three brothers. Anyone could read what that meant.

Azriel tried not to notice the way she had slunk into the shadows lately. When Feyre first came to the Night Court, the two had struck up a friendship. Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes and ears when he saw how fun and sweet she was with Feyre. It further confirmed his belief that she was so disgusted in his scars that she couldn’t stand to be near him. She had even started to being nicer to Cassian, her training with him going much better than yours with Azriels had.

Once the bond snapped with Feyre and Rhysand, she had taken a small step back from the both of them. When it snapped with Cassian and Nesta, she had backed away from Cass as well. She barely even had a witty retort anymore, choosing to stay quiet most of the time.

Azriel felt like no one else had noticed the change in her. However, he had to admit, so much change had happened in such a short time that he couldn’t blame them for not realizing.

Why did he realize?

Even as she created small friendships with the others, she ignored Azriel. She only looked at him to stare at his hands. He had taken to wearing his gloves around her at all times, but she just stared as if she could see through the fabric. He had spent decades trying to be nice to her, for nothing. She rarely spoke to him, mostly just gave that look to his hands.

She was always going to be cruel to him.

***

Azriel was trying desperately to find a Solecist gift for Elain. He knew he had a reputation for gifts, and he wanted to make sure what he got Elain was perfect. As perfect as she is.

And he had no idea what that would be.

He was wandering the paths of Velaris aimlessly, peering into the stores as he passed, trying to see anything that seemed like Elain. He was getting worried that he would never find anything, turning away from yet another shop.

He stopped when he saw her.

She was inside a little building, large windows open for anyone to see in. He watched as she stood at the front of the room, facing a small group of…children? He angled his body a little to see clearly into the room, listening to her voice come through the window. Her tone was kinder than he had ever heard it. Azriel watched with wide eyes as she demonstrated a defense move-a move he had taught her.

And now she was teaching it to children.

He watched for the rest of the class, amazed at how well the kids grasped onto the concepts she was teaching. He felt his heart skip when her laughter floated out the windows, a bright smile on her face as she looked at one of the students. He had never seen her like this before.

When the class ended he watched as one of the smaller children ran up to her and threw their arms around her legs. Azriel expected her to jump back at the touch, instead watching her bend down and wrap her arms around them. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe any of this. He turned and headed back to the House, the gift for Elain long forgotten.

***

He wanted to approach her. He wanted to ask about the children he saw her teaching. He had a sudden desire to know more about her, to see who she may be under that cold exterior.

Azriel should have known she wouldn’t let him.

It was a few days after he had spotted her in town, and he had finally found her alone in the little library. He cleared his throat as he approached her, hoping to get her attention. Of course, she ignored him. He shouldn’t have been hurt by it, but he had been so hopeful after seeing her with the children.

Azriel called her name.

Her head slowly turned to him, eyes blazing. “Yes?” She asked coolly. Azriel have a small smile, refusing to lose his nerve now.

“I saw you, in town? With the children? I-“ He started, cut off by her suddenly standing.

“Spying on me, are you?” She asked, anger all over her face.

“No! No! I was shopping, for Elain, and I happened to walk by!” Azriel was gesturing wildly, not wanting you to think he was following you. “I saw you and then I saw the children and I was interested. You were, nice to them.” He cursed the words as they came out of his mouth, sounding just as sorry as one could imagine.

She scoffed. “Why would I not be? They’re kids.” Her words were sharp and Azriel felt embarrassment creep up his neck.

“Well, you’re not really nice to anyone.” He bit out, temper rising as she laughed.

“You don’t know anything about me.” She said, looking at him curiously.

“Oh? Is that so?” Azriel felt the words coming out before he could stop them, all the things he had wanted to say for years. “Maybe that’s because you don’t let anyone get close to you. I tried to be your friend in the beginning, just for you to be cold and nasty. You are always cold and nasty. I’ve noticed you slowly losing the friends you have made, slinking off into the shadows. Do you ever stop to think that maybe it’s because you’re a cold-hearted bitch?”

She looked like he had slapped her.

“W-what?” She stumbled out, eyes wide.

Now it was Azriels turn to scoff. “Don’t pretend to be innocent now. You rarely speak to anyone except for Rhys, and when you do it’s usually to tell them to leave you alone! Even when I was trying to train you, you lashed out at me for just trying to help. You have always acted like I disgust you, always glaring at my hands. Do they really upset you so much that you have to act like i’m the worst thing you’ve ever encountered? That you have to look at me like that and flinch when I touch you? I tried to be nice to you, just for you to react like that.” He was breathing heavy, all the hurt coming to the surface.

He watched her eyes flash and then suddenly, she was yelling at him. “How dare you? You have no idea what you are talking about. Are you so self centered that you truly believe everything I do is about you? Do you ever stop for one second to think that maybe, just maybe, I have my own shit to deal with?” Her cheeks were colored red, her hands clenching into fists.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “We all have our own shit going on. It doesn’t mean we take all of our miserable feelings out on everyone else!”

“I don’t! I just don’t have any interest in getting close with you. Not everyone has to want to lick the ground you walk on, Shadowsinger.” She spat out the last word like it was dirt in her mouth.

“Why not? What have I ever done that makes you hate me so? What has any of us done? The only one of us you would talk to for years was Rhysand. Did you love him? Are you bitter now that he has a mate and no one will ever be interested in you?” Azriel knew that was a low blow, but his anger overrode him common sense.

“What are you talking about? The relationship between me and Rhysand is none of your business. For a spymaster, you’re truly horrible at reading a situation.” She was angry, angrier than she had been in decades.

Azriel didn’t care. “No one here likes you. They’ve all moved on from their short friendships with you. Even your precious Rhys has found someone else to occupy his time with. Why do you stay here? You have no one.” He felt the pain in his chest at the expression on her face.

She blinked quickly, fighting tears. “You are the cruel one, Azriel.” She turned and ran from the room, leaving him in the aftermath of their fight.

It was the first time she had said his name.

He felt it snap in his chest, the tug to follow you. He could barely react, the shock of it keeping him rooted to the spot. No, he thought. No. Not her. It wasn’t supposed to be her.

The mating bond didn’t care for his concerns.

***

Please let me know how you feel!! Honestly Pt. 2 should be out tonight or tomorrow, i’m pretty far into it. I’m thinking this will be a 3-4 part mini series!!!

[lorarri]

★ . . . 🇹🇷 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 , 𝐒𝐕𝟓

summary , two people that hate each other more than anything but that seems to gradually change into something a whole lot more interesting

pairing , sebastian vettle x fem! red bull! f1 driver! reader

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@monzabee ─ OKAY HI, HELLO, HEY you know what i'm here for and i'm here to request TURKEY for the crazy rich asians series!! 🤩 can i just say this is a very inclusive and amazing idea and you are a legend for literally including the whole of asia like LOOK AT MY WIFEY GO🩷🥹🫶so, turkish tv dramas are usually very dramatic, so i was thinking maybe something very dramatic with enemies to lovers?? you can choose whichever driver you want, but as a face claim, i have some options if you want to choose from either hande erçel or afra saraçoğlu!! thank you for including my country in this and thank you for being a legend!!👀🩷

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omg i loved loved loveddd that marriage fic of patrick zweig!! there is a serious shortage of patrick zweig x reader fics, I had a request actually if you could maybe write more of pregnant reader x patrick or maybe even newborn dad patrick (i have a soft spot for that& i loved the ending because of that) tysm!! :)

thank you and that prompt is so cute!! i’m currently super busy, so i really do not have the time/mental capacity for a whole fic so here’s a (long) list of headcanons!

also, i’m imagining the pairing from something old, something new, but you don’t have to read that to get this!

when you first tell patrick that you’re ready for kids, that man is ECSTATIC. in SOSN, they’re just “friends” but he definitely has feelings for her before they address it, so taking the step to start a family together is a huge one.

patrick suddenly starts believing alllll of the old wives tales and superstitions about pregnancy. you have to call him out for it every now and then like, “patrick, wtf??” and he’s always just like “i swear it’s true, i heard it from a friend of my friend’s aunt.” and you just give him a crazy look.

once you finally take a test and find out it’s official, the two of you are SO excited. patrick tries to lift you up and spin you off the ground but that almost instantly triggers your morning sickness.

that man is so excited to be a father. he’s constantly putting his hand on your tiny bump and reading books on parenting (you don’t know that you’d ever seen him read a book before then) and asking you about when you’re free to take baby related classes. you have to remind him that you’re really not that far along and he needs to chill.

he would be so accommodating to you. hold your hair back while you’re having morning sickness. wake up in the middle of the night to get the ingredients and make you a pickle watermelon salad. massage your swollen feet. he already loves and cares about you so much and he wants to be sure to give you and the baby the top tier of treatment ever.

patrick is very much a hot head who loves to argue. and i think in the early stages he might egg on your mood swings A LITTLE BIT. but i think pretty quickly he’d realize he needs to dial it back because arguing with a pregnant person is crazy. but every now and then you just want to argue with him to argue with him or old times sake, and when he ends up being the bigger person, you say something about it and he’ll humor you. i actually think it would be so funny if you and him had like . a safe word to indicate that you were just playing, that way he doesn’t say the wrong thing and make you cry or something.

specifically for the pair from sosn, i think that they would maybe vaguely mention that they were trying to get pregnant to their family, but they wouldn’t tell family until it can’t be hidden anymore. like sometimes you just want something to yourselves, and you know that if your families get involved, things will be WAYYYY blown out of proportion. you tell your friends, who are super happy for you, and you tell your family who are also very happy for you. your families immediately start debating about baby name and whose great grandma is going to be the baby’s namesake. patrick insists that there will be more than one baby to name, then winks at you.

as the baby approaches, he’s coming with you for appointments. it is his final season before he retires, so he is pretty busy, but he’s either flying to meet you or for you to meet him vice versa. he ends up having a tennis event end on the same day as one of your ultrasound appts and you’re SO sure that he isn’t going to be able to make it, but lo and behold. who comes running through the door just as the doctor starts applying that cold gel to your stomach??? you actually cry a few tears of joy. patrick kisses them off your face.

you’re struggling these last few months or pregnancy, but patrick has your back. i can see him being super accommodating during this time period, especially once his tennis commitments end.

he starts tearing through his books and making you come to all of these classes with him. you’re kinda having the time of your life bonding with your man and getting a little less anxious for your baby.

you go into labor in the middle of the night. patrick grabs your birth bag (the two of you have been preparing for this) and holds your hand the whole time that he’s speeding down the highway.

this man is full of theatrics when you get to the hospital. he’s yelling and shit. he’s asking all of the doctors where they went to school and if they’re qualified to take care of you. they’re sick and tired of him immediately. you wish you could be sick and tired of him but you’re actually to scared to care.

you’re in pain. he keeps telling you that he wishes he could take all your pain and give it to him. he’s so dramatic. you love him with all of your being.

your labor is not a short one, but he’s by your side for every single second that he can. he’s telling you stupid stories. he’s talking about things you’re gonna do with the baby when they arrive. he’s trying everything he can to distract you.

when it’s time to start pushing, he holds your hand again. you’re squeezing his hand so hard that it goes a little numb, but he doesn’t mention it. he’s cheering you on like you’re at a sporting event.

suddenly your baby is here. the two of you cry happy tears when you hold her. it’s the best moment of your lives.

adjusting to having a baby at home is definitely… something! the two of you consider hiring a nanny (as all rich people do) but ultimately decide against it. patrick is literally retired so like, stay at home dad era incoming!!

babies really are not glamorous so i’ll skip all the gross stuff and focus on the good.

you guys think the baby is the cutest thing on earth. even though you’re sleep deprived and stressed and still in a good amount of pain, you think that the baby is the best thing either of you have accomplished.

sometimes you watch in the doorway when patrick sings and rocks the baby to sleep. it is the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

patrick lovessss a baby bjorn. he’s walking around the house chatting it up with your baby, just telling her about how much of a tennis legend he was back in the day, flipping pancakes in the kitchen with baby attached to him, etc etc. anything he can do, he swears baby can also do.

patrick is just so cute and sweet and gentle with the baby.

patrick girldad?? idk. just think about it.

patrick loves dressing up your daughter in silly little baby outfits. she loves it. you just shake your head in mock disapprovement while patrick brings the baby over to your face for a little cheek kiss, followed by his own cheek kiss. it’s very hard to be pretend disappointed after that.

once baby is a little older, i think the two of them would try to get her into tennis. maybe see if it’s her calling. it’s not. but she loves dancing, so that’s what she does!

the two of you are at every recital, watching her clumsily tot around. it’s so cute. patrick swears she has star power and is gonna be big some day. you lovingly roll your eyes at him. he insists it’s true.

your families also LOVEEEE the baby. i could see patrick being pretty overprotective from them at times too though, especially when they try to insist that she should be a certain way or do a certain thing.

the three of you are a very happy family. you were a little worried before you asked about how he might be as a father, or scared that he was going to run off at the proposition but he’s definitely taken to it.

i hope you enjoyed reading that as much as i enjoyed writing it! this was super fun to do and i would love to write more hcs for anyone who has any more ideas!!

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Hiiii (big fan) could I pretty please make a Sam x Sebby x Farmer request? Like both boys have a crush on the farmer and ask her to choose and she says both? Thank you so much

Both (Sam/seb/f player)

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I’m SO sorry this one took so long nonnie please forgive me I love you so much 😭😭😭 it got lost in the shuffle but I would never leave you hanging!! I hope you enjoy this that took way way wayyyy too long (like seven months to get to RIP). NSFW under the cut!

“Both.”

You watch the boys blanch. Sam hadn’t been subtle with his “hypothetical,” that’s for damn sure, but it’s still a surprise to see them both respond so viscerally.

“B-but we,” Sam stammers, blinking rapidly as though he can’t process, “it wasn’t—we were just—“

“Just?” You arch a brow, cross your legs and lean forward. Sebastian’s cheap futon squeaks with each shift of your weight. “Just what? You asked which of you I would want, and I said both. Did I not answer the question?”

“It was more of an—“

“—either or,” Sebastian finishes what Sam started, and you pout at him. His eyes are dark and unreadable when you do.

“But I don’t want either or. I said I want both. Or are you saying I shouldn’t get to have that? If you’re saying that in this hypothetical scenario I can’t be lavished by two hot guys instead of one? Hardly seems fair.”

They exchange a glance, Sebastian uncertain and Sam at a loss. You have them where you want them now. “Unless, of course,” your voice is smooth and silky, low, “it wasn’t a hypothetical at all.”

You watch a flush burn down Sam’s cheeks and the sops of Sebastian’s ears. Caught.

“I’m not blind,” you continue, leaning forward to trace a finger up Sam’s thigh, “I’ve seen the way both of you look at me. And the way you look at each other. Don’t tell me the thought never crossed your mind.”

You stop just shy of the rapidly hardening bulge in Sam’s sweats, splay out your palm and grip the meat of his thigh. He visibly swallows, and when he doesn’t respond you look over at Sebastian.

“Well? Am I wrong?”

His throat bobs, and just when you think they’ve both gone mute, he says, “you aren’t wrong. Of course you aren’t.”

You’re not sure how it all happens. One minute your mouth is dry, and you’re looking between them and trying to decide which one of you is going to make a move. The next you’re all moving, your mouth on Sam’s and Sebastian’s on your neck, tangled up in knots and trying to find use of your uncoordinated limbs.

You all strip like there’s no time. Like any moment the delicate thing between you might shatter and you all will come to your senses. You’ll stop and realize that it’s messy, and you don’t know what it means, and this is all too forward.

Except it’s not. Tension between everyone has been a living thing. Palpable and begging for someone to do something about it for weeks now. If anything, you aren’t moving fast enough. Heady drags of kisses shared between you and Sam, you and Sebastian, Sebastian and Sam—the first taste made you realize you’d been starving, you all had, and now you’re devouring each other with the fear that somebody might take it away.

It’s not easy for you to take your clothes off like this. Everybody’s impatient and too selfish to stop even just a second. It’s a haze of hands and skin and clothes, and by the time you’re finally able to feel the delicious skin-to-skin contact you’re splayed out on your back and your cunt is soaked and throbbing.

“Please,” you squirm. Wonder what happened to the control, when you lost it and who found it. You’re almost embarrassed to be this way—a squirming mess begging to be fucked by whoever can get to you the fastest. But what are you supposed to do? Stop?

It’s odd—the little differences you realize. Sam’s hands are everywhere, like they can’t find a spot they like the best, whereas for Sebastian it’s his mouth. Sliding down your chest and your stomach, both of them. Sam’s fingers inside of you, Sebastian’s mouth on your clit, and you arching your back and trying not to be too fucking loud because you don’t want anybody to hear this. To find you all desperate and squirming against each other while they both work to make you come like it’s their only desire on this earth.

“Shit,” you can’t help it, high pitched and whiny because they’re too good at this. It’s like they’re one person, the way they work in tandem to bring you crashing into an orgasm before you even realize you’re close to coming. You writhe against Sebastian’s tongue, Sam’s palm, and they don’t stop until you’re whimpering and thrashing because it’s too good.

“You taste fucking perfect,” Sebastian uses the back of his hand to swipe some of your slick off of his cheek. His eyes are swallowed by the pupils as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Let me taste,” Sam breathes, grips Sebastian’s shoulders and wends his tongue into his mouth. He moans, low and filthy and it’s enough to key you back up.

You try to fill the space, desperately twisting your fingers, and unwittingly whine because it’s not enough.

Sam and Sebastian break their kiss, connected by spit and your arousal, and look at each other like they’re silently working something out. It makes you shiver, your fingers curl against yourself and your hips buck with anticipation.

And it’s worth it. Because they’re guiding you onto all fours, Sam posting himself against your cunt and Sebastian near your mouth.

“Is this okay,” Sam asks, lathing his tongue along your shoulder blades and wrapping his arms around your middle. As if it ever wouldn’t be.

You nod and Sebastian catches your chin, tilts your head so you’re meeting his eyes. “You sure?”

In lieu of a response you grind your ass backwards, feel Sam’s cock butterfly your cunt as you loll your tongue out for Sebastian. You’ve never been more sure that you want anything.

Sam moves first. Desperate and jerky and shoving his tip in with a strained, “sorry, shit—didn’t mean to—“

As you moan Sebastian’s cock slides past your lips, smooth and slow and controlled, and they stop altogether once they’re both fully inside of you.

Spit slicks down your chin as you look up at Sebastian. You feel depraved. Fuller than you have any right to ever feel. You want them to use you, to force your body back and forth on their cocks like a limp sex toy until they’ve had their fill.

Maybe it’s the look in your eye, or the way your cunt flutters around Sam’s cock, or the way you hum around Sebastian’s, but regardless they get the message and begin to move in a clumsy rhythm.

It takes a minute for them to get the hang of it. For them to fall into a smooth pattern that has everyone falling to pieces. You’re gagging on Sebastian and constricting around Sam in tandem, and you think that if you die like this it would be okay because Sebastian’s pulling your hair and Sam’s smacking your ass and your garbled moans sound as pathetic as they are guttural.

It’s Sam first. Bucking and stuttering against your cunt as he desperately rubs your clit in a last ditch effort to get you to finish before him when comes.

And then it’s Sebastian, tugging your hair to hold you still and warning you before he’s finishing down your throat. Praise spills over his lips as he groans, telling you how good your mouth feels and how perfect you’re taking it all for him.

Some combination of it all snaps you over the edge too. Tears running down your cheeks and stars flashing in your vision, sensation scraping over every nerve of your body as wave after wave of pleasure has its way with you.

You don’t know how long you all lay in a panting, sweaty heap— for air and trying to slow the beating of your hearts—when you finally speak.

“Both,” you say, and Sebastian chuckles as he pets the sticky hair away from your face. Sam burrows against you, pulling you back like a stuffed animal to hold, and preens against your shoulder.

“Both,” they say in unison, and you can feel the relief in the air. After you get some sleep, you’ll figure out what that means, anyway.

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[thewriterghost]

Purely platonic friends reader x bucky Barnes???maybe reader goes out on Halloween to a few parties and begs Bucky to tag along but ends up takes care of reader when they have wayyyy too much fun 😆

Hello! Thank you for your request! Since Halloween is over, I wrote it more like a normal party but it can be read as either tbh.

Feedback is much appreciated!

*****

Nice

You fasten your steps towards the sound of banter in the living room. As the blue couch and the TV comes in to your view, your eyes meet with the sight of Sam, who is crouched in front of the dvd's and trying to pick a movie, and Bucky, who is rejecting every movie just to be an annoyance to his dear friend.

"Hey." You feel the need to announce yourself, before popping next to Bucky on the couch.

"Hey, Y/N. Please tell this annoying man to choose a movie already." Sam sends you a smile but it turns to glare when his eyes meet with Bucky's.

"Uh, annoying man? Sam wants you to pick a movie already." You play along with a grin.

"I told him, I don't even want to watch a movie." He grumbles next to you. You see this as an opportunity to propose your plan.

"Then come with me to a party?"

He turns to you, an eyebrow cocked. You add before he asks.

"I've been wanting to go but I need a chaperone. Please?" You stretch out the last syllable. "Pretty please?"

"I thought you go to these things with Scott." Sam chimes in, his attention shifting from the dvd's to you.

"He is taking Cassie to a school event or something, I don't know the details." You shrug. "The point is, he is busy." You look at Bucky again, trying to send him your best puppy eyes look.

He hesitates.

"We don't have to stay long, just for a couple of drinks." You wait his answer with anticipation, biting your lip.

"What? You have other plans or something?" Sam's shit-eating grin makes you giggle. Bucky's baby blues turnes to him, narrowed. He rolls his eyes in answer.

"Fine. Fine, I'll come with you." Your face lights up with a grin, but before you can say anything, he adds with his index finger pointed to you. "But just one party."

Of course it wasn't going to be just one party, especially when he couldn't say no to you.

After your third party that night, he decides to take the matters into his own hands and carry you out despite your protests.

"I didn't get to finish my drink! Bucky!" You whine as he carries you out of the building and starts to walk towards his car.

"You drank enough, Y/N. Trust me." If your voice and talk wasn't enough he doesn't know what would be enough.

"But it's too early!" You try again with a different approach, yet it meets with the same result.

"It's almost 3 in the morning." He answers, trying his best to not sound like he wants to facepalm himself. Not at all. 'One party, yeah, right.' He thinks as he shakes his head to himself.

You pout. "You're mean."

"I'm not trying to be." His answer is casual but drunk you feels bad already.

"I'm sorry I called you mean. You're not." Your immediate retreat makes him chuckle.

"It's fine."

You drop it. Or more like your eyelids drop. You can't help it, Bucky's arms make you feel safe and they are really comfortable.

The car ride goes better than he anticipated. You were so occupied with trying to keep your eyes open and count the pretty things you see that the motion didn't seem to affect you.

"You look soooo pretty with those blue eyes." Your slurry voice emerges from next to his ear. He tightens his hold, not wanting for you to fall as he carried you to your room using the stairs.

"Thanks, doll. You look pretty too." He adds lightheartedly, a smile finding its way to his face. It is fun to chat with drunk you. Especially when she looks at everything with awe.

"That couch is soooo pretty too... Look at it." You look at the blue couch in the living room of the compound. Then turn your eyes to him, whining. "Bucky... You're not looking at it."

He can't help but chuckle. "Sorry, I was trying to get you to your room, baby."

"Oh." Your pout turns into a smile. "You're soooo nice.... Sorry I called you mean before." He is surprised you remember that.

"It's fine." He says again.

"You're so nice, looking after me..." You repeat like you're trying to convince him and rest your head on his shoulder, eyes locked on to him. He can swear he just turned into a puddle because of your cuteness.

"That's why you invited me, right?" He finally gets to your room, and opens your door. The blue walls and birch furniture comes into your view.

"No." You say it like he was just being silly. To you, he was. "I invited you because I wanted to hang out with you. Duh."

He lays you down to your bed and gets off your black high heels that's been bugging you all night.

"Right, sorry."

"I'm serious, I like hanging out with you." If your voice didn't sound so tired and slurry, he would've thought this was a serious conversation.

"I like hanging out with you too." He pulls the covers on to you. "I'll leave a bucket here for you. Use it if you need to get it all out, alright?" He adjusts your position to your side as you nod.

"Thank you." You mumble with a lazy smile. He can't help but lower himself and kiss your forehead lightly.

"Anytime, doll."

[kingofscoops]

So I’ve kinda been in shock for about a week or two since hitting this milestone... mainly because it happened way way wayyyy quicker than I anticipated, I was only doing my 2.5k a celebration a little over 2 months ago (for the record the time between my 2k celebration and my 2.5k celebration was like a year...so yeah wtf!?!) I know it’s partly due to the twitter migration, and i also know there’s probably still some bots lurking that i haven’t blocked, but hey ho.

So as per usual I wanna take the opportunity to thank my followers new and old, thanks for sticking with me during my hyper fixations that either last a week or forever (you know the ones i hyper fixate over the most by now i’m sure lol), thanks to everyone who interacts we me and like the gifs i make, it really does motivate me to continue creating, and thanks for somehow keeping up with my multi-fandom mess of a blog.

So for the celebration I’m going to be doing some gif requests again (which are always open btw i just never talk about it 😅) So i’ve spent some time thinking about some new ideas, but it’s mostly gonna be the usual requests i think, maybe by my next celebration i’ll be organised enough to get you guys to vote on something, who knows?

So if you wanna take part send me somethings (you’re not limited to one btw I always need inspiration for gif making):

🌈 + a colour palette + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🎨 + 2 colours + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🌵 + 2 things and make me choose between them - mix it up doesn’t have to be characters, could be outfits etc. (ex: here & here)

⏰ + show ep/movie and i’ll blindly pick scene from them for a gifset (ex: here)

🎵 + a character/ship/show/whatever + some some lyrics or a quote, or you can pick a song from my gif inspo playlist (ex: here & here)

✨ + other general gif requests maybe? something specific or some parallels or general character gifsets? idk i’m running out of ideas here lol

want some ideas? here’s some old celebration stuff here and here

gonna tag some mutuals new and old in no particular order under the cut, you should definitely check them out if you haven’t already, they have awesome gifs, writing and all that good stuff (if i missed anyone i’m sorry, there’s certain mutuals i’m always either to nervous to tag in or it’s me being a complete scatter brain or it might even be because i haven't seen ya on my dash in a while, or all of the above or any number of reasons... sorry i’m rambling now... i’m gonna go crawl back into my hole in the ground now )😘💜😎🖤

@himbohohoharringtxn @ne8ula @lengthofropes @achingly-shy @emziess @reysorigins @deanncastiel @aubrcy-plaza @greatcometcas @ofalltheginjoints @sam-ried @stevieclaus @finalgalnancy @santasteve @padme-amidala @heroeddiemunson @mistletoesteve @robiin-buckley @alivedean @babygirlspector @achillestiel @bebecas @babyboymunson 

[watchoutforthefanfics]

I'll follow you (until you love me) || Reddie (It)

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: request by @lovingcookiemonsterblog

Summary: When Eddie finally got to be with Richie, he never really thought of what that would mean. Other than waking up with him and dealing with him every day (which he'd say he hated but he actually loved). The harsh reality of Richie being a famous comedian (being recently involved in a scandal and then coming out didn't really make it any better) is overwhelming, especially when he experiences it's fruits for the first time.

TWs: agoraphobia, panic attacks, just general anxiety, crying, disability insecurities, paparazzi (they really should be a trigger warning), mention of vomit, explicit language (its reddie), hurt/comfort, and invasive questions.

[[A/N: We stan a fiercely protective Richie, ESPECIALLY over Eddie. Also yes that is a lyric from the Lady Gaga song, what about it? ALSO, Eddie uses a wheelchair. And I kind of really related to Eddie hardcore in this (I have debilitating anxiety), soooooo... This was wayyyy more indepth than I meant it to be. Whoops. Like this is more generally about fame than anything else, but there is a paparazzi scene. Anyway, thanks for the request and enjoy :))) ]]

If you told a younger Eddie that he'd end up married to a famous comedian and be somewhat in the limelight (living in fucking LA), he'd probably go into cardiac arrest. That being said if you talked to an even younger Eddie, and told him the comedian was one Richie Tozier, it would make complete fucking sense.

Well, not complete sense because he grew up in the 80s, and homophobia felt like it was never going to go away. But in his heart of hearts, he'd know it made sense and it might make his day. (Or year, or maybe fucking life as a ripe fucking 10 year old.)

All that being said, Eddie was married to one Richie Tozier and for the most part, stayed out of the limelight at the extra precaution of Richie. He knew Hollywood was cruel, and he wanted to keep him out of it as much as physically possible. Despite wanting to also shout it from the fucking rooftops that they were together, that Eddie Kaspbrak (Tozier now) loved him. Eddie could fucking relate, every time he saw Richie he could feel his younger self nearly die with how much he just... loved him.

That being said, Richie did talk about him in the public eye.

When he first, too casually Eddie always said, mentioned that he had a husband, the whole fucking world flipped on its head. (As far as he remembers, it was a podcast interview and he told a story about Eddie, generically referring to him as his husband for anonymity's sake.) Even after his coming out tour (which all proceeds went to numerous charities as a part of his apology he released upon coming back from Derry), which was at least a year after his official coming out if Eddie remembered correctly (of course he fucking did), the general public lost their shit. He was still even a big deal now, regarded entirely as a gay icon, and even being on fucking magazine covers for pride month (Eddie had kept a copy of each for more reasons than one).

And not to mention his Twitter.

Richie nearly constantly tweeted about him, using the name Spaghetti (which Eddie fucking hated, mind you).

Richie Tozier ✔️

@/trashmouthtozier

my sweet lil spaghetti has spent a considerable chunk of the day color-coding my socks, what would I do without him

They were all sweet messages at their core but Eddie still sometimes recognized it as the same fuck teasing he'd always done. In which Eddie would either slap him or kiss him senseless (it usually ended up being the latter).

The fucker actually tweeted about him so fucking much that his fans actually loved Eddie, despite only really knowing him as Richie Tozier's husband. Eddie found it endearing but he'd never admit to it. (Richie probably already knew anyway. And he didn't give a fuck about anyone else. Well, except for 4 other someone elses.)

All that to say, Eddie Tozier felt a little like after two years of being Richie's husband that he wanted to be fucking known as his husband. To the whole world. (Okay, so it still scared the shit out of him, but Eddie was kind of sick and tired of the fucking run around).

And he wanted to talk to Richie about it.

"Oh Eddie, baby, won't you come to my arms tonight? I beg and plead you, please succumb to my charms tonight-"

Eddie rolled his eyes.

Richie had a habit of playing that song when he needed him, for whatever stupid reason. (And it was always stupid). Instead of, you know, calling for him or maybe fucking texting him (their 'fuck you I'm rich' house really was big enough that he might not actually hear it).

Even still, Eddie played along. Like he always did.

Sighing, he rolled his wheelchair over to the coffee table, dutifully marking where he was in his book (he'd taken up reading, despite Richie's consistent shitting on it) and placing it on the table. After setting it a little too perfectly on the table, he spun around and made his way to Richie's office. Where he was supposed to be working on a new show (one for Netflix)-

"What, asshat?" Eddie asked from the doorway, Richie promptly turned off the song.

"Eds!" He'd grinned with fond fucking eyes (and it made Eddie's insides tie up in knots like it always did), acting a little like he hadn't expected him to be there. He was a shithead like that sometimes -most of the time, he corrected.

"Don't act fucking oblivious," Eddie chastised, with only a little bite, "-You're supposed to be working. We literally set aside 2 hours a day for this shit, and you can't even do that. But I'm fucking holding you to it, so what do you want?"

"Wow, Spaghetti, a husband-" he placed a hand on his heart -dramatically, "-can't want his husband's presence?"

Richie was kind of obsessed with calling Eddie his husband, if you couldn't tell.

"You literally have my presence every other hour of the day, dipshit."

Despite his words, Eddie rolled further into the office -coming right up beside Richie's desk chair. He was sitting in it so they were right about as level as they could be (with Richie's freakishly tall stature). Richie was still fucking cheesily grinning, Eddie held back the urge to kiss the fucking thing off his face. And instinctively, Richie turned to face him -so close they bumped knees. (Eddie remembered days in the clubhouse when he would think about those kinds of touches for weeks.)

Eddie leveled again, a tinge frustrated, "What?"

Richie wordlessly cupped his face (big ass man hands) and kissed him. The domestic kind that Eddie could barely believe he could get from Richie sometimes. He got as lost in it as he did the first time (he hoped he'd never get fucking used to it), and felt his frustration slip away.

He was always so good at calming Eddie down. It was really fucking frustrating in certain circumstances; now, though, he didn't really mind.

After a breath, they parted -Richie didn't let go of his face though. Blue eyes just looking at him like he couldn't believe he sat right in front of him.

"Don't fucking distract me," Eddie continued, but the bite was long gone, "-what do you want?"

"Just you," Richie answered honestly, still smiling but dropping his hands, "-can you sit in here with me? And like fucking... organize my desk or something? Sort the filing cabinets-"

"We don't have filing cabinets, and I organized your desk like a week ago."

"Fucking sit with me, Eds," Richie whined (not unlike a toddler), before adding, "-preferably in arms reach."

Eddie sighed out a long breath, "Do you still have those contracts for the venues you're preforming at?"

That brought him to now, with his reading glasses (that Richie fucking loved), skimming through a considerably large packet -with a lot more of them beside him on the desk. He sat diagonal to Richie, who was turned toward the computer, and Richie's hand was on his knee -thumb rubbing back and forth.

He was pretty clingy if Eddie cared about shit like that. But he didn't, he actually liked it (if he was completely honest with himself). Always needing to touch him in some way, Eddie thought sometimes it was a residual thing after not being able to for 27 years. Especially when they were always touching as kids.

And Eddie was reading over the contracts because he was Eddie.

"Do you have your own audio equipment?"

Richie pursed his lips, immediately giving Eddie his full attention (like he always does), "I have no fucking clue, Eds. Why?"

"This place in Minnesota is charging you a fee to use their equipment," Eddie mindlessly explained, continuing to skim the paperwork.

Richie laughed a little, "Eddie baby, I don't care about fees."

"Then why am I reading these?" Eddie questioned, dropping the contract onto his lap -a little dramatically.

"Eds," Richie leveled looking at him a little too fondly, "-I told you that you didn't have to do that. That was all you."

"Fuck you," Eddie retorted, "-if you get swindled, it's not my problem."

"Oh, but it is," Richie grinned, "-marriage means shared finances, baby~"

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too big to mean it. It made Richie light up, every fucking time he smiled, he had the same reaction-

"Love you, Eds," he chimed, staring like he always was.

Eddie pursed his lips together, maybe trying to hide a smile, "I love you too, asshole."

Richie looked like a fucking little kid on Christmas when he said that. It made Eddie's heart go fucking haywire, it really couldn't be fucking healthy, he was in his 40s. But still, it was Richie. His Richie. They were fucking married. He almost died, and he was in a wheelchair, but Richie did not give a shit and just loved him. He was so fucking lucky to be here, even if he was a dumbass 99% of the time-

"Earth to Spaghetti," Richie interrupted, talking into his hands like he was talking through a walkie or something, "-can you hear me?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, "You better have something better than that in your fucking script or we're losing the house."

Richie burst into laughter at that, throwing his head back (Eddie's favorite kind, if you were wondering). He watched it for a second, before goofily chuckling a little.

And then, he had a thought.

"Hey, Rich?"

Richie turned his attention again, tilting his head at the sudden seriousness. Something in his eyes flashed as worry, Eddie grabbed his hand and squeezed it once, everything's okay. His gaze lightened.

"I want to be like-" Eddie fidgetted with his hands, "-known as your husband. I wanna like go to your shit, and just... I want to be fucking known."

Richie paused a second, "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Eds-"

"I literally read out wedding vows-"

"Still," Richie echoed, smiling too big, "-the world knowing Eddie Kaspbrak is my husband-"

"Tozier," Eddie corrected, and Richie grinned like he'd said it for the first time, "-and I think I'm going to be known as Richie Tozier's husband if anything."

"Fuck that," Richie chimed, "-I'm gonna make sure that I'm fucking known as Eddie Tozier's husband, so help me god. I can see it now, 'Eddie Tozier's husband's Trashmouth Tour'-"

"Oh, fuck you-" Eddie laughed, and shoved into his side.

"-I'll hard launch it on Twitter, put Eddie Tozier's husband in my bio."

"You wouldn't fucking dare," Eddie chastised.

He did dare, in fact.

Eddie had never really expected news articles with his name on it, front and center, but they came in quick. And then, Richie got a fucking daytime television interview to talk about him, of all things.

That's where they were now, Eddie was watching them put makeup on Richie covering up blemishes that he loved, personally. And he almost said something, but it was Hollywood. And Richie knew that he preferred him the way he was. Even in his holey pajama t-shirts, and ruined socks that he wouldn't throw away-

"How do I look, Eds?" Richie chimed, chair spun around to face him.

He was wearing a fucking suit that rivaled the one Eddie forced him to wear on their wedding day (he did let him choose a bowtie though, it was Richie's wedding too). But it was fucking tailored to him, broad fucking shoulders and shit. Eddie was allowed to think his husband was hot, but he wasn't going to say it here.

Tapping the wheels of his chair, he scanned over him.

"Like a painted whore," Eddie commented -plainly.

Richie burst into enough laughter that the hair people had to fix his hair afterward. Eddie was used to death glares, and he gave them right back. Probably the best one, Richie said he really did have the scariest one he'd ever seen.

Eddie simply watched as they did Richie's hair. It was a little longer now, by the grace of god (he was a man in his late 40s after all), and Eddie was used to the mess on the top of his head. But what they were doing with it, wasn't bad. It defined the curls a little more and erased the frizz. Well, actually, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Because the frizz reminded him of his own personal Richie in Derry, sneaking through his window to read comics. That Richie never took care of his hair, but this one didn't look bad. He looked fucking handsome, all pressed suit and perfect hair.

But it had nothing on his Richie.

Literal seconds from airing, Richie scampered over into his chair. Eddie felt a little bad about it, but not enough for it to really matter.

Eddie rolled over to just out of frame, in perfect sight of Richie. He was also in a place where he could peek at the camera, and see how it would look on TV. It was actually pretty cool, and he even got to ask the camerawoman a few questions, which she was stoked to answer. She was friendly, and he was glad. Because being out in public without Richie entirely by his side usually made his skin itch. Or burn. Whichever was worse in the long run. But somebody friendly made him feel better.

"Alright, three, two, one-" somebody called out, and Eddie was struck with the fact that this was live.

"Hello, everyone," the woman (who he couldn't tell you the name of but seemed strangely familiar) cheered, looking at the camera with picture-perfect teeth, "-today, I am joined by one Richie Tozier, an award-winning comedian that you may know from his 'Out of the Closet Extravaganza' Tour, about 3 years ago. Richie, how are you today?"

"I am fantastic, thank you, Eloise," Richie responded -politely. Eddie nearly snorted at him, it was just so not him.

"While I would love to ask you about your tour," she smiled, "-That is not quite why we're here, is it?"

Richie laughed a little (it was only a little genuine, Eddie could tell), and his eyes landed on Eddie for just a second, "It is not."

"About a week ago," she looked down at her card, reading as his Twitter bio flashed up onto the screen behind her, "-you put on your Twitter, Eddie Tozier's husband. And that, set off a media frenzy."

"Oh, yeah, it did," Richie patted his hands along his lap, and the woman, Eloise, laughed.

"Were you not expecting such a reaction?"

"Look, if there's anyone that's a big Eddie Tozier fan, believe me, it's me," Richie grinned, and the woman laughed, "-but, no. I did not expect it to get as big as it did."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Fuck his sweet sentiments-

"You have publically talked about your husband before this though, haven't you?" She questioned, opening the floor.

"Have you seen my Twitter?" He joked, before continuing more seriously, "-I talk about him all the time, and I would do it more, actually, if I could."

Eloise laughed, very practiced (it kind of freaked Eddie out), "On your Twitter, you used the name spaghetti, right? To refer to your husband?"

"Yes," Richie looked at Eddie (who promptly rolled his eyes), it made him smile bigger, "-I did."

"Now, where exactly did that idea come from?"

Good god, Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. Richie laughed at the reaction.

"Well, um," Richie started, excited and it made Eddie smile (despite his best wishes), "-me and Eds, we were actually childhood best friends. We grew up together with some others that I'm still very close to now-"

"Mhm," Eloise hummed, following the conversation.

"-but I used to call him Eddie Spaghetti then, back when we were like... eleven. And it eventually just shortened to spaghetti at some point."

"And you still call him that?" she questioned, with a more genuine smile.

"Oh yeah," Richie laughed, motioning to him -slightly, "-he hates it, you should see him now actually."

"Oh, he's here?" Eloise spoke, spinning to see him. Eddie just politely smiled and waved. She smiled and did the same.

"Of course," Richie breathed out, "-I wouldn't have even gotten here on time if it wasn't for him."

"I see," she laughed, before questioning more (as an interviewer does), "-and you said you were childhood friends? But you haven't been married this whole time, have you?"

"Oh, no," Richie answered, "-we got married right around when the tour started. It was the typical thing, really, uh... high schoolers drifting away for college."

"And you reunited?"

"Yes, about five years ago," Richie explained, a little tightly (Eddie knew why, it was tough to talk about), "-there was this whole, uh, get-together between that friend group I mentioned earlier, and we... we found each other again."

"Was it just a reconnection sort of thing?" She questioned.

"Oh, no, no-" Richie stressed, "-I'd been in love with the guy since I was like... six. It was just the '80s, and I don't know about you but it's tough to risk losing your best friend to something like that."

"Wow," she added, "-so he was your lifelong love. And it just reignited when you met back up?"

"Well," Richie paused, looking at Eddie for a moment -asking, Eddie nodded (he kind of liked the idea of being public about his paralysis, it might help someone else), "-he actually got injured on that trip. Uh, he was paralyzed in both of his legs, and the whole thing just made me... come clean."

"Wow," she repeated, somewhat in disbelief, "-what an inspiring love story, truly. To wait all those years, and find each other again, that's truly amazing."

"I know," Richie turned to the camera, "-There's hope for all you single people out there, I was in my 40s and found him. Stay hopeful."

Eloise laughed, "Before we wrap this up, Richie, is there anything you want to say? Or-" she turned to Eddie, motioning, "-Eddie for that matter."

Eddie blinked, swallowing. What?

Richie nearly immediately caught it (eyes sweeping along his face), like he had some sort of Eddie radar and knew when he was distressed. And he kind of did, actually-

"All I can say is that I love my husband," Richie smiled big, turning the woman's attention back to him like a light switch, "-and to all you Twitter users who think you love him more, I have you topped by probably a million. Maybe more."

Eloise laughed, "Well, 30 years of being in love will do that to you, huh?"

"Yes," Richie nodded, eyes lingering on Eddie, "-it will."

"And that's all for to-"

Eddie blinked, fingers dancing along the armrests of his chair. The stir of anxiety slunk through him, it wasn't a threat anymore, but Eddie couldn't exactly shake it. There were so many cameras, who was to say that they weren't filming him? Him and his cheek scar and his wheelchair-

A noise caught his attention, it was Richie's foot tapping against the floor. His eyes kept darting to Eddie like he could tell what he was feeling, smile painted on. Worried.

Eddie's fingers tightened on the armrests, as he watched people move around the stage -assumedly winding everything down. He kind of wanted to roll backstage, and get out of the way (he felt like he was in everyone's way because of his chair-), but he couldn't leave Richie. Looking at him kept him grounded, Richie was always the solution to this kind of thing. If the breathing techniques that his therapist recommended didn't work, Richie did. And he couldn't even remember those techniques-

"That's a wrap," someone mindlessly shouted, and Eddie's head snapped to it, "-Great job, everybody!"

And then, everybody really started moving.

Eddie hadn't even noticed that there were this many people here. It made his heart pound in his chest, and something lodged in his throat. It had been so long since he was in a crowd. He just felt too big, in this stupid fucking chair, he was constantly in the way-

"Can I get some space over here?" he heard Richie chime, but he couldn't focus, it felt distant.

"Eds, hey," and his head snapped to Richie (voice much closer), who was currently on his knees to match Eddie's eye line.

Eddie's eyes darted behind him, where there was a shuffle of people, "There's so many fucking people, Rich."

Crowds scared him now, because of a slew of different things. The bacteria of each person (there was so much in the air), it could make him sick. And even though he was doing better about that, it still felt a little ingrained into him. And then, there was the clown thing. Eddie knew it was dead, he fucking knew that. But he could be here, he could hide in crowds so easily-

"Hey," Richie's hand guided him back down to his eyeline, "-just look at me, okay? You know how I am without fucking attention-"

Eddie choked out a laugh, and it made Richie smile.

"-so just look at me, okay? It's just me and you."

Eddie nodded, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth. Richie was keeping track of them, he could tell.

"We're the only ones who matter anyway," Richie retorted, and Eddie actually laughed at that one. Richie grinned.

"You're such a dick," Eddie tried to frown (it didn't work).

"Ah, there's my Eds," Richie chimed, looking at him like he was the sun (like he always fucking did), "-same grumpy old man-"

"I'm younger than you, dipshit," Eddie interrupted, shoving at his shoulder (but not really wanting him to move), "-and you're gonna fuck up your suit. Can you imagine how fucking dirty the ground here is-"

"Eddie baby, I could not give less of a fuck about this suit," Richie spoke frankly, "-Are you okay?"

Eddie paused a moment, staring at Richie, he could feel the earth fade back into the picture. The people less scary, and the lights less bright, he sunk slightly into his chair.

"Yeah, Rich, I'm okay," he chimed, lowly, "-thank y-"

"Don't even," Richie cut him off, before adding -playfully, "-I would happily get on my knees for my husband any day-"

"Oh, fuck you," Eddie laughed, shoving at him again. Richie landed a wet kiss on his cheek (with the scar, he liked kissing that one), and Eddie shriveled up his nose. That only made him do it again. And again and again and again-

The next time Eddie had to deal with the reality of Richie's fame, wasn't a fun one.

If there was one thing that might make Eddie regret being known as Richie's husband, it was the paparazzi. Richie had made sure they arrived separately and always rented out big spaces so people didn't see him. If it was a perfect world, Richie would never let Eddie experience the paparazzi.

It was not a perfect world.

Eddie knew that Richie had posted a few pictures of him, but he never really thought it was enough to be recognizable. And he didn't mind some people knowing what he looked like, he and Richie made sure it wasn't too much. But, apparently it was.

He was out buying groceries like he always did. Richie had a podcast spot today and offered for him to go but he was always too distracted with Eddie to be productive. So, he didn't go to those.

Usually, this trip was nothing. Eddie would run in, go through his meticulous list, buy it, and then leave. Today, he was about halfway through the list when he heard something. Like a click. Eddie promptly ignored it, staring down the bread aisle, looking for wheat. They kept moving the whole store around, he couldn't fucking stand it-

Click, click.

Eddie pursed his lips, staring at the bread that was just too high for his chair. He debated asking someone to grab it for him. Or maybe there was something lower that he could-

Click, click, click, click, click-

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, turning toward the noise. What the fuck-

And then his eyes stuck on the windows framing the front door -cameras shoved against the glass. Suddenly, the clicks became much louder and the lights flashed into his eyes, it almost made him dizzy. He shaded his eyes, dropping the groceries he had in his hands. His head was spinning, and it felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest. Fuck.

They're here for me.

Moving on instinct, he spun in his chair and turned down the aisle. The clicks only got more frequent, like the less he wanted to be photographed, the more they did it. Fucking vultures-

A breath crashed through his lungs, and he rushed past people who seemed to just stare at him. He felt all these eyes, it made his skin itch.

"Sir," a voice chimed, and he couldn't really look at them (everything was too bright, too loud-), "-are you alright? Do you need-"

"Where's your bathroom?"

The woman guided him into it, and he slammed the door behind him -locking it. Breaths crashed through his lungs, he pushed the back of his chair against the wall. Breathing in and out, in and out. He tried to, he really fucking tried to-

Eddie closed his eyes, trying to remember the technique. Breathe in for... for three seconds? He couldn't... His mind was going too fucking fast. God, these lights in the bathroom were so fucking bright-

There was something stuck in his throat, he felt like his lungs couldn't fill all the way. His fingers tightened around the armrests of his chair, so tight that they might be white. He tried to focus on the feeling underneath his fingers, but he felt numb-

"Fuck," he swallowed, and his eyes were burning (it felt like he couldn't blink), "-fuck."

Was he surrounded? Could he even get out of here? He'd taken an Uber, despite Richie telling him he could call him a car-

Richie, his mind thrummed, right, Richie.

Eddie blinked, hands moving on instinct -dusting through the pockets of his chair.

"Where the fuck is it?" He muttered, low and shaky, feeling through the fabric, and then his fingers found it -his phone. Eddie let out a sigh of relief, heavy and wracking through his lungs.

His hands were shaking, and he could barely see the screen, but he got there, to Richie's contact.

He brought it up to his ear. It barely rang once, before it was answered.

"Hiya, Eds," he chimed, and Eddie felt something in him relax, just a little bit, "-I stepped out of the studio for a sec, what's up?"

Fuck, that's right. He was recording a podcast interview, and Eddie was probably interrupting it.

"Shit, sorry, Rich, I forgot you were-"

His voice must've been rough or shaking, because Richie was immediately clued in.

"Hey, woah," Richie interrupted, "-breathe, Eds, it's fine. I'm always gonna answer when you call anyways."

Eddie tried to say something but it was stuck in his throat. His breath broke out of his lungs so loudly that he was certain Richie could hear it.

"Is everything alright?" Richie asked, and Eddie could immediately tell he was worried.

Eddie's brain was running 100 miles a fucking hour, he felt like he could barely see the walls in front of him. His hands were both still shaking so bad, he almost dropped his fucking phone-

"Eds?" Richie questioned something in his voice so concerned, "-You're kinda fucking freaking me out-"

Eddie's mouth just started moving.

"I'm out shopping, an... and-" he swallowed, letting out a shaky breath -fuck these LED lights, "-I guess somebody fucking recognized me because there's paparazzi all over the front door-"

"What?" Richie's voice flattened into something heavier.

"-I locked myself in the bathroom, Rich, but I can still hear them fucking clicking-"

"Eds-"

"-I took a fucking Uber, and I don't think I can get out, not with my chair. They could just grab me and I'd be fucking helpless-"

"Eddie baby, stop," Richie interrupted, soft and somehow sturdy (maybe to ground Eddie), "-breathe. Tell me where you are."

He felt a breath crash through his lungs, and he felt a little like his voice was shaking.

"T-The regular place," Eddie echoed out, a little numb, "-the one I always go to. Has th... the flower place across the street."

"Right, I remember," Richie confirmed, a little distant, like he was doing something, "-Alright, Eds, gimme one second. Let me tell the guys I need to go an-"

"No, Rich," Eddie breathed out, and his hands were shaking, "-just send me a car. You need to work, do your... do your job."

His mind was screaming at him. Don't make me a burden, please, I can't be a burden- And at the same time, I need you, Richie, please don't fucking listen to me-

"Eddie, I'm coming to get you," Richie leveled back, sternly.

"Richie-"

"No," he continued, strongly enough to make Eddie stop talking, "-Eds, you're more important than some fucking interview. You should know that. Plus, you think I can focus on that shit, fucking make jokes of all things, when you're locked in a grocery store bathroom scared as fuck?"

Eddie fell quiet. But something in his chest was fucking elated. Richie's gonna be here, Richie's always gonna be here-

"So," Richie repeated, "-I'm coming to get you. I'm gonna tell the guys, and see if I can get Cynthia to call Steve."

"Why not you?" Eddie questioned.

"Eds, I'm not hanging up this fucking phone," Richie laughed incredulously, "-fuck that. I'm staying on here with you until I'm there."

Richie's gonna be here, Richie's gonna stay with you-

Before Eddie could say anything, Richie was speaking.

"Hey, John, I'm so sorry, but my husband's having an emergency. Imma have to cut this short-"

He heard another voice but it was distant, Eddie couldn't quite make it out.

"No, yeah," Richie seemed to answer, "-I'll reschedule as soon as possible. See ya."

Eddie heard the slap of footsteps along the concrete, and it bounced around his head for a few minutes. His eyes dragged along the tile. The lights were so fucking bright in here, it made his head hurt. And if he focused enough, he could hear the clicks echoing through the air. Even locked away, they sti-

"Alright, I just sent Cynthia a text," Richie pulled him out of his thoughts, "-Google says you're like five minutes away. So-"

"What?" Eddie spoke, blankly -mind running with possibilities, "-Rich, you can't just walk in here, there's so fucking many outside. They could-"

"Eds, Eddie baby," Richie brought him back, tone gentle, "-I'm a big guy, okay? I've been to overpacked clubs before, I can do this shit. And there's no fucking way I'm not trying with you inside."

"Just be careful," Eddie echoed out, and his whole body felt exhausted, "-please."

"Of course," Richie assured, adding playfully, "-don't worry your pretty little head about me, Spaghetti."

Eddie laughed, but it felt a little warbly, "You know I fucking hate that."

"Do I?"

Eddie huffed out a breath, and it was a little easier to breath (his heart was still racing in his chest), "You're such a dick."

"That's my name," Richie chimed, instinctively, "-don't wear it out, Eds."

Affection bubbled up his throat.

He spoke in a sort of rush of words, scared but Richie made him feel safe (he always fucking did), "I love you."

"I love you too, Eddie," Richie spoke back, and he was smiling (but Eddie could tell he was getting anxious himself), "-I'm on my way-"

"As long as you're here," Eddie echoed out, his fingers squeezing against the armrests (at least they weren't shaking anymore), "-I'll be okay when you get here."

Richie paused for a second, seeming to take the words in. Eddie might have heard his footsteps pick up, though, he wasn't too sure. (He could certainly guess though.)

"Is it a nice bathroom at least?"

Eddie laughed a little, relaxing slightly, as his eyes skimmed along the bathroom. It wasn't the worst he'd ever seen (he had attended public school) but he eyed the strange stains and the rusted tap of the sink. And frowned.

"I'm gonna need to wash my wheels after this," Eddie replied decidedly, "-and maybe shower."

Richie laughed for a second, "The 'money-efficient' kind or the 'scrub everything on your body until it falls off' kind?"

Eddie rolled his eyes.

"But seriously," Richie asked, maybe trying to keep him distracted, "-is it that bad?"

"It's a fucking bathroom," Eddie clarified, "-I'd want my shit washed anyway."

"Is that why you never use public restrooms?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Eddie asked -incredulously.

"No, you're right," Richie amended, "-you're Eddie Kaspbrak, I must've blown a fucking fuse or something-"

"Tozier, dipshit," he corrected again (sometimes he thinks he does it just to hear him correct him), "-It's fucking Tozier. Do you not remember marrying me?"

"I could never forget it, Eds," Richie hummed, a little too genuinely.

Eddie felt something in his chest squeeze in a good kind of way, then. And it lasted for a solid second. But it still clawed up his throat, overwhelming. Richie's here, but he's not here. He can't feel his fucking strangely warm hands, or smell that Richie smell he's had since he was fucking 7-

He's on his way, he's coming-

"Are you almost here?" Eddie croaked out, and it was soft and shaky.

He could almost hear Richie's mouth flattening, before he seemed to pause -maybe looking around. His feet didn't stop moving.

"Yeah," Richie spoke -carefully, "-Yeah, I can see it."

Eddie knew it to be the crowd and not the shop. He wanted to ask how many there were, or maybe if he thought it was fucking safe to get in. But instead, something else bit up his throat.

"Don't hang up," it came out harsh and with sharp edges. He was just getting defensive when he felt scared like he always did-

"Eds," Richie leveled, very seriously, "-I'm not hanging up until you open that shitty ass bathroom door, okay?"

Eddie choked out a laugh, a small one.

Before Richie could respond to the noise, he heard the phone swarm with noises. There was the clicks, which seemed to triple at the sight of Richie (they were so loud) and there were voices shouting.

"Richie, is that your husband in there?"

"What do you have to say about the hate you've gotten since coming out?"

"If there was one thing you could-"

"Alright, fucking enough," Richie's voice billowed through the phone, and Eddie felt a little better hearing it, "-if you fuckers don't get the fuck out of my way. So help me god-"

It reminded him of a few different things, a younger Richie in that summer (fighting a fucking demon clown as a kid) or maybe just Richie in general. He was always fighting the bullies back, either for himself or another loser, and even if they broke his fucking nose, he wouldn't stop-

Richie Tozier had always been somewhat protective, especially of him. Eddie could definitely acknowledge that.

He couldn't count on both hands the amount of times Richie had stood up for him when he was afraid. Sometimes Eddie got angry and did it himself, yeah, but Eddie was half anxious all of the time. Worrying about everything. So, he couldn't. Richie never let it go unchecked.

"-I will sue each one of you into fucking oblivion. And I'll make sure to win, every single one of them. Capiche?"

The clicks didn't die down, but Eddie did hear the door swing out and slam shut behind him. He could actually hear it a little with his own ears too. It settled underneath his skin that he was finally fucking here-

"Is this private property?" Richie asked, "-They can't get in here, right?"

"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry, I don't know why they're here-"

"Where are your bathrooms?" Richie cut her off -shortly.

"Sorry, there's someone in there-"

"Yeah, I know," Richie clarified, straightforwardly, "-he's my husband. Where are your bathrooms?"

Eddie didn't hear her response, but he did hear the footsteps in both ways. With his own ears and through the phone, it made something in him stir. Calming, so very calming. God, he's here-

And then there was a knock, and the line cut off.

"Eds?"

Eddie moved so fast that it made him dizzy, spinning around and unlocking the door. He swung it open and when he saw Richie standing right there, eyebrows pulled together and lips flattened into a line (he must've really looked fucked). He burst into fucking tears.

"Oh, Eddie baby," Richie cooed (normally he would hate it but he didn't now), and moved to get on his knees.

"No," Eddie shook his head sharply, "-this bathroom is fucking disgusting."

"Well, Eds-"

"Just fucking..." Eddie let out a shaky breath, "-crouch or something, I don't know-"

Richie paused, skimming over him, "I've got a better idea."

With careful hands, Richie crouched down and slotted them under his armpits -standing up and pulling him into his chest. Eddie instinctively wrapped his arms around Richie's neck and Richie's hands hooked under his limp knees -holding them right at his hip.

"This okay?"

Eddie wordlessly dug his face into Richie's neck. Just breathing in, Richie. His Richie-

"Imma take that as a yes," Richie chimed.

Eddie didn't have much fight in him at this point, but he still muttered into his skin, "I fucking hate you."

"One moment it's marry me, the next it's I fucking hate you," Richie joked -playfully, "-I'm getting mixed signals here, Eds."

"You asked me to marry you, dickweed."

[They'd just been lying on the couch, watching some old Western (mostly for the cowboys). Richie's head was in Eddie's lap, and Eddie's hands were combing through his hair. He was actually watching the movie, Richie was just staring up at him.

"What are you looking at, dipshit?"

"Marry me, Eds."]

"Oh, I did," Richie smiled, "-didn't I?"

Eddie knew that he was trying to calm Eddie down with better memories, nicer thoughts. He was also doing the same thing by being a shithead. That's how they worked. Eddie would be on the edge of a cliff, maybe he'd even be falling, and Richie would always be there to pull him back up.

"Yeah, it evens out," Eddie let out a breath (that wasn't so shaky anymore), "-because I told you I was in love with you first."

["Eds, are you seriously just wanting to fucking flip your whole life upside and come to LA with me?" Richie asked, in the hospital -a couple months into his recovery, "-All the people, the fucking celebrities everywhere, influencers up and down the streets fucking... vlogging or whatever-"

"I'm fucking divorcing my wife, I hate New York, I hate my life, actually-" Eddie paused for a minute, staring at Richie, "-and LA has you. It's a fucking obvious choice."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

And maybe it was the little bit of hope he recognized in his voice. Or the shine in his eyes that Eddie had seen his whole fucking life (and was pretty sure he could identify now). But, he just said it.

"I'm in love with you, asshole," Eddie confessed, "-and I'm not spending one more fucking second apart. Not if I can help it."]

"Yeah," Richie hummed, fondly, "-I remember."

Eddie added, laughing a little, "And then you threw up in response."

"Oh god, gimme a break, Spaghetti," Richie sighed -playfully exasperated, "-I had been waiting my whole fucking life for those words. And I never dreamed I'd get them. Then you just fucking say it so casually, like I asked you what time it was-"

Eddie leaned back, matching Richie's eyes -he was smiling so brightly (it made Eddie's insides tie up in knots), "Do you know what it's like to confess to the love of your life and they fucking throw up in response?"

"No," Richie relented, "-You decidedly did not throw up, but-"

Eddie rolled his eyes, again.

"-you did say 'thought so' like a cocky ass bitch."

"Well, I wasn't fucking wrong, was I?" Eddie pointed out.

Richie just looked at him for a few seconds, in disbelief. Like he couldn't believe he was there. Like he couldn't believe they were married or that Eddie loved him back. He always did that. Eddie could relate, though, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

"No, Eddie Tozier," Richie smiled, softly like he was looking at the love of his life (which Eddie knew that he was), "-you weren't."

[breserker]

so for the books (and my own benefit) i need to watch a lot of golden age of mexican cinema films, of that which i'm the most familiar with Pedro Infante's stuff. it's been slow going because none of this shit is very accessible and at this point in my life I understand Japanese wayyyy the hell better than whatever Spanish I left behind but it'll have to do when there are films that have no subtitles, english, spanish, or otherwise (weeps)

anyway one film i grew up with was La Tercera Palabra (1955) which is not dissimilar to My Fair Lady in some regards. unfortunately while this film was uploaded to youtube about 2 years ago and has nearly a million views, the most recent printing of the film is a 2003 DVD and the criterion collection has like. 1, soon 2 films from this era of Mexican history (for a total of 12 Mexican films at least one if not two of which are del toro's which, don't get me wrong dude. favorite living director. BUT, you feel me. when their French and Japanese and Italian lists sprawl for 90, 100, 200 entries and then there's this wholeeee classical era of a neighboring country's films not--ok rant for a different time)

point being, i THOUGHT the dvd i grew up with, that 2003 printing, had subtitles, if not in english then in spanish. probably not in english. i put in a request at my library like "hey can you find this film with english subs for me please bc it's not just me but my roommate wants to watch it after i hyped it up and the criterion collection--okay RANT FOR ANOTHER TIME". this occurred at 2am. 2 hours later i realize in despair no that 2003 dvd doesn't have eng subs, no release of the film has eng subs anywhere and i'm suddenly struck with the horror that i've only ever seen the film in pure spanish when i thought i had a guideline. so i send another despairing letter to the library like "please disregard that. i'm not drunk but i'm in despair."

well they got it for me anyway, same DVD from my childhood. i tottered home with it yesterday and popped it in and watched it and reader there were no spanish subs either. PURE 1955 audio quality spanish. how did i watch this as a kid.

it was extremely painful to watch as an adult. film is a visual medium so i did understand a lot of story beats, like, you know, i know they're falling in love in this scene. i have no idea why though. some jokes i got. but they were also easy to get. i understood the gist of the plot because i had seen it before (and no thanks to wikipedia, look at this awful stub of an english page. it lists only Sara Garcia as starring, but she's not EITHER of the two main roles, one of which is Marga Lopez (the protagonist) the other of which is Pedro Fucking Infante. yes i have plans to dress up that page at some point because christ this is bad)

either way it's still a fantastic film imo. you can watch it here if you like. the benefit to my viewing is that it's almost 1:1 how Vel watches the film on his tia's massive VHS collection of pedro infante movies, complete with "i get the film and some of the spanish but i can't quote anything nor truly understand the artistry of the dialogue".

[willalove75]

Hi, I am a big fan of your work and you are part of the reason why I started writing my own story. I wanted to know since you’ve been writing a lot longer than I have how do you advise I deal with discouragement? I recently posted a chapter and lost a few subscribers and public bookmarks. I don’t think my chapter was badly written and I even had a few of my friends edit for me. My story and the recent chapter also doesn’t have any problematic themes either. I understand not everyone stick with a series to the end but I really wish they knew how much it has an impact on writers and their confidence. So I guess I am asking how should I deal with this and not let it keep me from writing? I just wonder if other authors feel this way and if readers only click on stories with a high number of bookmarks?

Hi!! Thank you SO MUCH!!! I'm so honored that I was part of the reason why you started writing your own story🥺💕

Discouragement is one of those tricky things that buries itself wayyyy deeper in your head that it should. It's like a worm.

It's absolutely okay to feel discouraged when you see that you loose subscribers and bookmarks! Any writer would, so you're definitely not alone in that feeling!

One of the things that keeps me going is knowing that there are people who enjoy my work, even if they don't comment or really interact with my stories. I got a different ask before yours came in and they talked about discouragement a little as well and they said:

"Just know for every person that comments, there are five more lurkers that might be too shy but read every chapter you put out."

And honestly, it's SO true!! And that's a big part of what keeps me going. Another big thing that's really important is to not burn yourself out! Writing is something that you should enjoy, and although when you have a multi-chapter fic going, it's hard to not feel pressured to continue writing, it's still something that you have to do for yourself first! Having people interact/subscribe/bookmark your fics can definitely be compared to putting more gas into your writing tank, but you need to make sure you're fulfilling your needs as well!

I think every writer goes through rough patches and even lengths of time where they're not motivated or just don't write, but it's important to not let your passion for what you do slip away either!

When I get into my own slumps I'll go through my asks and find one that I really, really like and just let my creativity run free. Before I was getting requests, I would just put out random one-shots that my brain came up with to keep the creativity alive! I also find that reading other fics (both good and not as good fics) can be inspiring!

I also think it's important to read fics you don't like (whatever the reason may be) because you can learn a lot about your own writing style when you're reading a fic you're not a fan of. You learn how and what you want to write and I find it easier to identify my mistakes or things I don't like in my own fics after reading them in other fics first.

But you are absolutely not alone in feeling that way! I can almost guarantee that every writer has felt that way before! Just remember why you started writing in the first place - to tell a story about characters that mean a lot to you. I promise you if it's something you enjoy, others will enjoy it too!

And regarding your last question - I definitely think new readers flock to the more popular fics first. I think it's natural and normal, it's definitely something I did when I first started reading fanfics. But this is also exactly why I think it's so important to promote and recommend smaller/not as popular/older fics when you can. There are some fics that don't have NEARLY enough views and deserve triple the amount they currently have.

The Devil's Den is a perfect example of this! I will die on this hill that this is arguably the most underrated fic in the fandom.

Don't forget the reason why you started writing in the first place, and when you feel burnt out, take a break! When you feel the urge to write but can't seem to get anything to further your story, write a one-shot and let your creativity run free!

You got this, fellow writer!! I hope my ramblings were helpful and if you ever have any more questions, please feel free to reach out and I'll answer them to the best of my ability!!💕💕

[xokohaneazusawa]

hi can i request chigiri rin nagi bachira and isagi getting jealous of the reader’s cat, who keeps hogging her attention? if that’s too much just chigiri is fine 🥰 (i love your writing sm)

Aww thank you so much!! <3 I ended up being on a writing kick when I was doing this and instead of doing my genetics work I did all of them, I hope you enjoy anon!!

Chigiri

-> As I’ve said before and I will say again and again until I die, THIS MAN IS SIDE EYE CENTRAL, he’s not good at saying what he feels so instead he tries to mask it but it always shows up on his face

-> Will side eye that cat until until it either moves or he gets so pissed off that he finally tries to tell you but your way to enamored with the cat so he’ll just catch you off guard by like kissing you or smth

-> Hates that cat from now on, like why is it all over you?? As your boyfriend, that's his Job, I mean not like he’d tell you that.

-> when your not looking tries to shoo the cat away, but to no avail, he’ll just again side eye that thing until either you or your cat gets the hint

Rin

-> Another one who will side eye that cat

-> he was only trying to slightly snuggle with you while watching a movie and he was interrupted by this “lukewarm feline” (as he calls it). He’s pissed and if you look over at him he looks like he mighty kill your cat, so make sure you’re watching over it later

-> Also won’t stop side eyeing it until it moves, or you move it.

-> And once he gets you to cuddle him he won’t hesitate to make sure it stays away, if he can even get that far, since it seems you like this cat more than you like him

-> But is that cat gonna hold you once you scream at a random murderer appearing on your screen? I think the hell not! (Will use the movie he put on as an excuse to hold you and get the cat away from you)

Nagi

-> Was probably already laying on you when the cat came over

-> when he was moved out of his spot because of your cat he was a little pissed off, he had this frown on his face and it was the most expression you had seen out of him in a while

-> but when you tried to ask, he was a little too into the mobile game he was playing and knowing him it might have been too much of a “hassle” to actually tell you fully what had happened. So you did the next best thing you could think of

-> Calling Reo. It didn’t take long for him to answer knowing that it was most likely something about Nagi and with a couple words he had already figured it out. Nagi was wayyyy to whipped for your attention and so that was all there was, and now he will frown at your cat whenever it comes near

-> at this point you may have to grow an extra hand, since one is used for playing with your cat of a boyfriends hair, while the other is used for playing with your actual cats fur

Bachira

-> Staring contest with the cat to get it to move

-> will probably accidentally scare your cat off, because he tries to cuddle your cat and you at the same time.. and lets just say it doesn’t work all that well

-> Will get pouty though if you pay more attention to your cat them him, but one of the only ones on the list that has no issues shooing the cat away, and if you scold him for it he just pretends that he didn’t hear you and containers trying to cuddle with you

-> Eventually by the end of night quite possibly chased the cat like 3 times trying to cuddle with it, while also cuddling with you

-> Your poor cat might have to go to therapy after everytime that Bachira visits

Isagi

-> FINALLY ONE THAT WILL ACTUALLY SAY SOMETHING

-> I mean after he tries to take care of it himself, but if he can’t get any attention from you he’ll actually speak up and ask for some!! (One of the fine moments he will be a green flag)

-> Will try to slightly push your cat away when he’s cuddling with you, since it’s almost like a dad, trying to place himself/herself right in between the two of you when you were just sitting on the couch

-> Groans many times at even the mention of your cat, and we he sees it’s smug little face when it’s getting all your attention and all your affection

-> You will have a pretty good laugh while he pulls you back into his arms, but as soon as your there he goes back to normal

-> Does try to not get jealous of a cat, he finally realizes how silly it sounds, and somewhere in there does lead him to thinking about the future, and how he can’t be jealous of y’all’s little ones!

[thatanimewriter]

LANGUAGES, AM I RIGHT?

➳ request: can I please ask for akira and ryo from food wars with an s/o who learnt their native language (so Hindi and Danish)? thx ☺️

➳ character/s: hayama akira, kurokiba ryou

➳ warnings: none

➳ notes: thanks for the request! this was really cute ;v;

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

he didn’t realise you spoke hindi at first 

you just asked him a question and he responded in hindi

and just continued cooking

only until you spoke it again did he sort of register

but he didn’t bring any attention to it until you did it again

and then he asked (in hindi) how long you’d been learning

when you told him that you started learning when you first became friends with him

tears

literal tears

he gives you a hug and a kiss because HIS BABY LEARNT HIS LANGUAGE FOR HIM HOW CUTE-

but best believe he starts speaking hindi wayyyy more often now

both to test you and just because he likes to be able to speak in his mother tongue

now that you speak hindi

he’s gonna shit talk everyone to you

any complaint about someone?

he can just outright say it to you

HOWEVER

anything touching, sweet and maybe sensual

spoken in hindi babyyyy

it’s cute, let him be a softie ;v;

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

stared at you as if he wanted to kill you

he wasn’t sure if he heard you right

but he also didn’t want you to be, like, makin fun of him either

so, naturally, he asks you if you’re joking

in danish

to which you kinda just look at him weirdly because no, you’re not joking??

he relaxes after that and puts his hand on top of your head before going back to his work

AND STARTS SPEAKING JAPANESE AGAIN-

sir, you’re trying to learn and improve, help ;v;

but if he starts getting a bit heated about things around you

he flips into danish by accident

not at you in particular, but just a general yelling

but sometimes it’s at others

like a danish gordon ramsay :))

you get to laugh because you can understand the insults

he probably doesn’t speak danish as much, even if you know it

i think he reserves it for more private matters

alice will not be eavesdropping no more

because she can’t understand you

it helps him feel closer to you and in a way more intimate :,))

[puffpasstea]

omg yayyy that angsty sick matilda blurb sounds amazing!!! i can't wait <3

So, this took a COMPLETE TURN!!! It's also wayyyy too long to be a blurb, but I really hope you still like it. 🥺🥺🥺 Please let me know what you think! Warnings: dom!harry, fluff, mentions of smut.

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I knew when I’d gone to bed feeling achy all over and drained of energy after doing the bare minimum that I’d wake up feeling sick this morning, but the reality of how I felt still exceeded my expectations. I dragged my feet across the floor to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a thermometer to check for a fever. Luckily, there it was within normal range. I was probably just dehydrated and sleep deprived. In fairness, I’ve never had the best immune system anyway, as a child, I got the sniffles pretty much twice a month. My grandmother and her friends always speculated that it’s because I never got enough bonding time with my parents as an infant. Some people informally diagnosed me with a deficient immune system, stemming from some kind of imbalance or other. When I’m not in denial about how I treat myself, I tend to think it’s because I run myself into the ground on a regular basis and overall suck at looking after myself.

I would never confess or try to explain the thought process to anybody because I know just how insane it sounds  when said out loud, but I often feel that I don’t deserve to rest. And, even if I did, it wouldn’t matter either way. Because, unlike the average person, I had no real personal life, or a family who depended on me. All I had was work. It’s my one real responsibility; the one thing I’m decent at; the one thing I actually enjoy. So, I didn’t need to take breaks, and if I end up falling ill, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The only person who’d end up being affected would be me. Comforted by my dubious logic, and the fact that I had no fever to speak of, I decided I’d power through and go into work. I was going to spend my time in the microfilm room, alone, for most of the day. Maybe, if I get everything done early, I could get a nap in before dropping by the film set.

I stuffed my work bag full of tea bags, Emergen-C, and cough drops, just to be prepared for the worst and got out the door. Thanks to the regular covid testing policy on campus, at least I knew I wasn’t carrying a deadly disease. That was a silver lining.

The first couple of hours of work went by fine, it was when I began to feel weak and queasy that the trouble started. I probably needed to eat something to get my energy up, but I had positively no appetite or desire to eat. The very thought of food made me nauseous. I had some generic meds in my desk drawer that I could take, but those probably shouldn’t be taken on an empty stomach.The irony of the dilemma frustrated me. I feel too sick to eat, so I need to take some meds, but I can’t take any meds before I’ve had something to eat first. The adult thing to do here would probably be to seek medical help. So, I tried to imagine what a doctor or nurse might say to me. “Get some rest and  drink some fluids.” Which would mean skipping out on work; the only thing that gave me purpose. Nope. Finally, I made the decision to put a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and a squeeze of lemon into my hot tea, to see if that would help. On the plus side, working with microfilm required very dim light and precise temperature control which probably mitigated the headache some. If there ever was a day to be sick on the job, today was it.

Around lunchtime, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Out of an abundance of caution, and a superstitious kind of respect for these materials that hardly anyone ever requested anymore, I decided to take the call outside. Cracking open the door and stepping into the hallway proved disorienting. But I told myself I was just dizzy because my eyes needed to adjust to the light. Caller ID on my screen showed that it was Harry, causing an almost reflexive smile to appear on my face.

I swallowed, picking up the call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweets. Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, never. What’s up?”

I heard him chuckle nervously on the other end of the line. Though he seemed uncertain, the sound of his laugh always made my heart skip a beat. Not that I’d ever tell him that.

“C’mon, out with it, Styles. What’s going on?”

“Uhh, well, this is gonna make me sound like a horny shithead, but, I’m free for the next couple of hours, and- last week, when I had this time off, we-”

“Oh, so, this is a booty call?”

All I heard in response was a bunch of incoherent stuttering. One of the reasons that I found Harry’s dominance so compelling was the fact that, meeting him in the context of everyday interactions, you’d never guess that he had it in him to be that cruel or strict. It always caught me off-guard whenever he would flip the switch, and it was always the hottest thing ever.

“Not when you put it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Come over and meet me, and I’ll show ya.”

I weighed the options in my mind. Not that his offer wasn’t tempting, but I hated being around people when I was sick. I’d purposefully come in through a different entrance so I wouldn’t have to run into Fran and let her see me like this. If I declined Harry’s offer, though, he would almost certainly know that something’s off. We always found a way to hook up when the opportunity presented itself. To be sure, he always checked in and made sure I never felt pressured or obligated. Sometimes I’d have to get impatient and yell that I definitely show up because I want to, not because I have to, before he’s fully convinced, but we always, always met up. Even if it meant delaying for a bit, or waiting until later in the day. I mean, sure, the sex was fun and all. It wasn’t just about the sex though. Spending any time at all with Harry meant the world to me. He always made me feel seen and heard, and allowed me to explore sides of myself I never thought existed. He was also, always, unexpectedly wild and funny, and I got to see glimpses of what he’s personally like, that often lingered in my memory long after our interactions had ended, and I would fantasize about spending my life with him and sharing these moments everyday. In other words, even if he weren’t calling me for sex, I’d still want to go. The question is, would I be able to hide my current state from him?

“Hello? Have I lost you? Connection in the trailer’s kinda spotty sometimes…”

“N-no, I’m here, Harry. I can hear you.”

“Oh, well- umm… listen, I didn’t mean to make you feel like an object, I’m so sorry….I came off sleazy for sure…I just thought It’d be nice to-”

“Hey, Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here an fuck me, will you?”

“On my way.”

***

Harry’s smile slowly dissolved as he got closer and closer to me. I unlocked the old office-turned-storage-room that we often hung out in for privacy, and snuck him in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Uhh, well, hello to you too?” I deflected. He was already seeing right through me. I loved that Harry knew me so well, could read my body like an open book, knew exactly what I needed when I needed it, and knew exactly how to give it to me. But, times like these made our intimacy feel overwhelming and suffocating. 

“No, I mean it.” He cut straight through my attempted bluff. “What’s wrong? Your eyes look glassy, and…well, you seem off.”

I entertained the idea of playing it off like I was offended. “Excuse me? Just go ahead and call me ugly, why don’t you. after you called to-”

“Baby, you know I think you’re beautiful. Always. Don’t act like that isn’t true. We both know it is. Now tell me what’s going on?” He reached over to caress my cheek with the back of his hand. “Shit, you’re burning up….”

I stared into his eyes, unable to speak, and unable to look away. My anxious mind ran over the different possibilities for this conversation. I wasn’t sure which would be worse, having to tell him that I’m sick and him insisting on doing something about it, or having to tell him that I’m sick and him walking away from me. 

I don’t know why it felt so inconceivable to admit to him that I was feeling ill. Harry had seen me at my worst pretty early on in our friendship. He’d cleaned my apartment, shaved my body, washed my hair, without batting an eye. Hell, he’d even stuck his dick in my ass, beat me bloody, and spent many nights looking after me in subspace, at my most vulnerable. So why was this so hard? Maybe because I hate asking for help, or maybe it’s because Harry had already done so much for me. I didn’t want him to feel responsible for me. I also didn’t want to appear helpless and needy. And yet, this instance, the only thought I had was how I’d crumble to the ground if he pulled his touch away, let alone left the room.

“I-I swear I wasn’t feverish when I came to work this morning…” I wrapped my arms around the arm that touched my face, to make sure he kept it there.

“You’ve been sick since this morning?”

“Since…last night.” I mumbled.

“So, earlier, when I called and you hesitated…” I could see in his eyes that the realization hit him. “Oh, god. And I didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing before I asked if you’d wanna suck my dick…what kind of- shit. Shit. shit! I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Harry, Harry, Stop!” I squeezed his hand to get his attention. “You didn’t ask me to suck your dick. I believe all I heard was incoherent stuttering…”

Harry rolled his eyes, cracking a smile. “Okay, brat. Gonna let that one slide. Only cuz you’re ill though...”

“Seriously, I was the one who asked you to come over. Stop berating yourself please.”

“Alright, well, it’s a good thing I came, isn’t it?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get you outta here. C’mon…”

“I’m in the middle of work!”

“Work will survive without you for half a day. All the dead poets will still be dead tomorrow. Let’s go.”

“I can’t-”

“You seem to forget who’s actually in charge here…”

***

On the way home, I fell asleep in the passenger’s seat of Harry’s car, with his hand on my thigh the whole way. When I woke up,  blinking the sleep away, and attempting to open my eyes, all I saw was Harry’s gentle smile, inches away from me. “You’re awake..” He’d bent down to cradle me into his arms, and carry me out of the car,

“W-wait, what are you doing? This isn’t even my place!”

“Yeah, it’s mine. Think i'm lettin’ you spend the night alone when you’re this sick? Who’s gonna look after you if your fever doesn’t go down? Hmm?”

“I- Harry, I’m a grown woman. Can take care of myself, you know. I HAVE gotten sick before…”

“Honey, I don’t doubt that you can. But just cuz you can, doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Despite my relentless protests, Harry refused to put me down until we’d reached his bed. He set me square in the middle of the king sized bed and promptly went on to take my shoes off for me. Which I fought him for, and attempted to kick his hands away. A Battle I quickly lost.

“It’s pathetic…” He shook his head with a smile as he undid my shoe laces. “On your very best days, I can tie you up and pin you down with one hand. We’ve done it countless times. Tryin’ to fight me when you’re sick? It’s just sad…”

I blushed at the recollection of my body underneath his, aching for his touch.

He disappeared into one of his gigantic closet and came back moments later. “Heating pad; some clothes…boxers might be a bit loose, but that’s probably more comfortable anyway, and here’s an extra pillow to prop you up. Want the TV on or do you wanna just sleep while I make us some soup?”

“S-soup? Harry, you're supposed to be on set in an hour!”

“Took care of that. Don’t worry.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Chicken noodle or Italian vegetable? I’m thinkin italian…”

***

I stared down at the empty soup bowl in my lap as Harry watched the tv with his arm around me.

“Harry?” my voice was already strained. Tears pooling in the corners of my eyes,

“Hmm?” his eyes still on the screen.

 “Can I ask you a question? But please be honest.”

“‘Course, always.” He muted the tv and turned around to face me, giving mr his undivided attention.

“What happens on a film set when a leading actor suddenly disappears in the middle of a work day?”

 “Oh…” He turned his attention back to the TV, apparently deeming my concern unserious. “Depends on the circumstances…”

“Let’s say he disappeared cuz he skipped out on work to go make Italian vegetable soup for the woman he’s sleeping with.”

Harry looked visibly irritated. With a loud huff, he ran his fingers through his hair, pressing his lips together tightly…

“First of all, I’ve already told you to quit worrying, I have everything under control. Second, you’re not just some ‘woman I’m sleeping with,’ alright? Get it through your thick head, I’m in love with you! I know you’re too fucked up to accept that as fact, and I get that. I don’t blame you. I mean, you couldn’t even tell me you were sick! Think I don’t know why that is? I may not experience the things that you do, but I’m not an idiot…” He took a pause to catch his breath and to gain control over his tone. “You’ve got it in your head that you don’t deserve love. Any time I try to show you any decency or step closer, you bolt right away under the assumption that caring about you is this huge fuckin burdon to me. Well, it’s not. I’m not gonna argue with you about it. I know I can’t just convince you of it in one conversation….but I’ll be damned if I don’t spend the rest of my life trying to show you what it means to love you.”

Hot, stinging tears ran freely down my face. “You- love me?”

“Mhmm.” Harry nodded and reached for the remote, unmuting the TV as if he’d just taken a quick bathroom break, or something.

I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to silently cry as he kept his focus on the film. Neither one of us said a word for several minutes.

“Told them I had covid symptoms, by the way…’don’t wanna put anyone in danger before I’m sure..’ you know…”

“What?” I pulled my head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. He burst out laughing. “I’ll conveniently test negative tomorrow and go back to work.”

[chxwrites]

Could I ask enemy to lovers? With Carlos pls!

Angst to fluff! Maybe a huge fight btw them but them making up after! Pls!

pairing: Carlos madrigal x reader (i don’t think gender is implied except for one Novia.)

genre: angst to fluff. argument that ends well

masterlist

tags @dai-tsukki-desu

This has been sitting in my inbox for.. over a month. my apologies, Thank you for the first request Anon hope this was to your liking. (not beta read because i can’t reread my stuff without cringing.

You were pissed off. Today wasn’t your day, you kept knocking into things, dropping things into unreachable places and it started raining while you were out, taking the clothes back inside the house. There were wayyyy more unfortunate events that happened today but none of them pissed you off more than the hijo de puta in front of you.

He sat on a ledge next to you as you prepared the birthday card for Camilo’s birthday. This was your third time redoing it, all because dearest Carlos Madrigal had ruined your second card that was almost finished. You were beyond pissed and done at this point. For god’s sake, it was like the only thing he knew how to do was annoy you and press your buttons, making you pissed off. You gritted your teeth as he played music loudly from his radio. Out of all places in Encanto, he had to sit here and bring his estupido radio, playing some random broadcast with static. He wasn’t even paying attention to it, judging from how he was mindlessly looking at the sky, legs crossed over each other and bouncing in an irritating way. Everything he did, his attitude, his personality pissed you off to no ends and you had no patience at all today.

“Can you turn that down?” You had enough, finally speaking up after half an hour of this. He hummed and looked your way, lazily opening an eye to glance at you and stretched. He took his time and finally, finally stood up and walk to his dumb radio and held it.

Only to turn it to max volume. You almost dropped your pen and ruined the THIRD card you had done. The obnoxious, ear-splitting sound of the broadcast narrator was echoing in your ears, causing you a huge migraine. He grinned, shooting you a cunning smile and resumed to his previous position. You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled, dropping the pen on the floor as you stood up, done with his bullshit.

He was being an asshole today. not like he wasn’t an asshole everyday to everyone but specifically you. He was so intolerable, his voice so irritating and all his actions testing your patience everyday. It seemed like he existed just to make your life harder. Honestly, he enjoyed your suffering and misery so much for no reason. It’s not like you’ve been rude or in any way curt towards him at first, you’ve been way too nice now that you look back. You’ve tried befriending him, gifting him things only to watch him drop and step on it like it was worthless. You’ve even gone as far to apologising, for what? you didn’t know but maybe you’ve done something to piss him off who knows. he slapped your hand away and sneered at your proposal of a truce to merely exist together. Dios míos, even though you weren’t an optimistic person per say, you didn’t expect him to be this bad.

You stood in front of him, shadow covering him as he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Can you stop being an asshole and either leave or turn it down?” You asked him, anger evident. You wanted to slap him for that arrogant look on his face, like he looked down on you. He still had that stupid grin on his face as he answered

“What are you going to do about it.”

You dug your nails into your palm. “What if i broke your stupid radio.”

He only smirked wider at that, “You wont. As if you have the guts to do so, Y/n. I’d love to see you try though” He sat up, looking back at you with amusement evident in his tone.

He thinks this is a game doesn’t he? He thinks this is so funny. You pondered. Screw it.

You grabbed his radio and hesitated, Carlos looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as he waited. You exhaled and slammed it harshly against the floor, hearing the radio hit the floor with a harsh sound. it spluttered once, twice and it’s broadcast distorted before going completely silent. There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the now broken radio in front of you on the floor and the air was so thick as you both waited for the other to react.

“What the fuck.” Carlos breathed out, abruptly standing up and pushing you away from the radio and grabbed your arm, holding your arm tightly and you suppressed a wince.

“You deserved it” You muttered, feeling a bit bad. But he did this to himself. You scoffed, glaring back at his face that was in close proximity with yours. Both of you said nothing as your faces were a few centimetres apart. You unhelpfully noted he had freckles over his cheeks and a beauty mark. His eyes were really.. nice actually.

“Okay” He said in an unusually soft voice. “Then you deserve this too” He let go of your arm that formed a red dull mark due to his tight grip and grabbed the long forgotten card. He shredded it,taking out his frustration by ripping all your hard work to bits and pieces.

“What the f-“ You grabbed his collar, making him turn to you as you grabbed the now torn, formerly beautiful card but now pieces of paper from his hand. He chuckled, smile widening as he watched you grit your teeth, hand trembling while grabbing his collar tightly. He tugged his hand, making you let go of the bit of paper and he tossed it haphazardly behind him, in a careless manner.

“It was for Camilo you pendejo!”

His lips curled into a cruel smirk again as he looked down at you, eyes humourless. “Camilo this, Camilo that. Cállate already. Do you have a crush on him or something, always clinging and sticking to him like some sort of disgusting simp. I’m only doing you a favour at this point, cariño” He grabbed your hand from his collar and pushed you against a ledge. Your knees bucked uncontrollably against the ledge and you sat down as he placed his arms on both sides of you.

“I’m not a selfish hijo de puta like you, Carlos. I actually care about people especially friends which you don’t have because of how much of an asshole you are.” You spat out the words at him with venom.

His eyes narrowed. “Why should I care about anyone if they’re all.. worthless. Were you suggesting I should give a shit about you? That’s really cute cariño.” He grinned, putting a hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your face, caressing you with his rough fingers.

You smacked his hand away, making him even more amused. “Don’t cariño me, pendejo. Why are you targeting me when I’ve done nothing but be nice to you.”

He leaned away, not trapping you to the ledge anymore. “Then stop pissing me off Cariño” He emphasised cariño just to mess with you.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “Piss you off? Ive stayed out of your way every single day. You’re the one who should stop pissing me off.” Your eyes teared up slightly, livid that he accused you.

His eyes lit up and he bit his tongue. He always liked seeing you tear up out of anger or hurt. It was so.. captivating to him. Something about the way your face flushing and eyes looking so.. beautiful when you cried had him wanting more. It was addictive. And he was so addicted he didn’t know what to do. He could hear his heartbeat pounding harshly, blood pumping through him quickly.

He grabbed your chin, pulling you close again.

“What are you going to do then cariño” He whispered against your ears. His voice wasn’t as annoying anymore somehow. You held your breath as he pressed against you.

“Are you going to cry and whine to Camilo about how I’m being an asshole to you again?” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to speak,

“Shut up” he cut you off. Gripping your jaw tighter.

“Carlos-“

“Dios míos, shut up.”

You grimaced. “You’re just pissed off you’re not loved by your family.”

His eyes darkened, his fingernails dug into your skin. You grinned, not giving a damn about the consequences or what he’s going to do anymore. He looked you straight in the eyes.

“I said, shut up.” His face was so close to yours now, just a breadth apart. both of you were glaring at each other, bodies pressed against each other on the ledge as neither of you stepped down. Maybe it was the high summer heat in the middle of the day but you felt like you were burning. You reached out an arm and pressed against his chest, hands curling into a fist and bunching up his shirt as you pulled him closer.

“Make me”

The words snapped him out of his trance, he smashed his lips against yours, fervently and passionately kissing you. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, making you freeze, staring at his closed eyes as he kissed you. You closed your own and to your horror, kissed him back. Your hand slowly crept up, wrapping around his shoulders and scraping down his back. His hand left your jaw and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him and letting him kiss you even harder.

You made a strangled, small whine against his lips. You didn’t know what to do except kiss him back. Your nails continued to dig against his back making him bite back a grunt of his own. He parted from your wet lips, eyes half lidded as he stares at your almost drunk state, eyes glazed over and lips wet from his kiss. You looked even more stunning than he could ever imagine.

“Carlos..” You stuttered.

“What’s wrong Cariño, cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time only gently pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment that left you wanting more.

“no but you did” You muttered, suddenly aware you were in public. “Wait does this mean you like me”

He rolled his eyes. “No shit. Do I need to kiss you again to prove a point cariño.”

“What happened to hating me” You teased.

He sighed, “you’re not letting go of that aren’t you. Just say if you’ll be my novia or this is a one time thing and we go back to mutually hating each other”

You snorted, letting out an indignant laugh. “I kissed you back, idiota what do you think.”

He smiled, leaning in as he kissed you again.

“So.. you weren’t in love with Camilo after all..?”

You groaned and whacked him on the head.

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

[allywritesforfun]

Hey! my wanted ally! (I don't know if I can call you that, sorry) can I ask for headcannons Wilbur with a reader who is very well cooked? I literally feel like shit right now and the only thing helping me unravel is making some cakes / cookies for my cousins (aside from the smallest one). well I hope you have a great day! (I just took a math test and it didn't go well). 🍰-

call me what you want in good with anything! i wish i could cook. i’m actually terrible. thank you for the request 🍰 anon!!

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oh wilbur got so lucky with you

he didn’t know about you amazing baking skills right away

it wasn’t until you made him cake for special occasions that he connected the dots

and i’m talking that good moist cake (i’m not apologizing for say moist)

he told you how good it was, but didn’t tell you that he was lowkey getting addicted to it

it was either your cooking or the sugar, he couldn’t really tell

he was ready for everything that came with your passion

he always bought the newest silverware or cooking pan that apparently was “all you ever needed”

if you weren’t cooking, you and wilbur would lounge around and snuggle up to some good netflix cooking shows

“i bet you could make that wayyyy better than they could”

which led to you and wilbur trying to make the cake

cooking with wilbur was difficult

you had to teach him and reteach him and it wasn’t working

you gave up by smearing frosting on his cheek

“you need to go away for that i can cook!”

“you need to lick this frosting off my face!”

“ew what? no! that’s disgusting! out of my kitchen!”

yeah that cake never got finished

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