#i did truly feel neutral when i first saw it but now it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

Hey pssst hey. Have you ever considered: Montada?

I hate it, and it nearly killed my hyperfixation

But I understand my opinion on this may affect others, and many may be hurting from this episode soooooooooo

Art requests open

[sourbinnie]

☆ regrets & replacements ☆ (2)

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst with a hopeful ending ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> it's not about making up, it's about owning up to your mistakes. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> BEFORE YOU READ ; if you're expecting an angsty ending, this is not gonna please you but if you expected everything to be happy and good in the end, this isn't for you either. i really did try to write a part where they fully make up and i couldn't do it. i don't even if it's my angsty side kicking in or if it's just instinct where i just don't find it possible for that to happen. i also didn't feel like giving in and making it sad as hell because i got requested to do something happy and i'm sorry if i disappointed that person. i literally couldn't do it:( and i'm really sad with myself about this one, i would say this is a neutral ending and i'm gonna leave it at that.

first part -> hyung line

chan ✉

waking up with no chan next to you was rare. your birthday was gone now but not your feelings and that sucked because that meant you would have to talk to chan about what happened. you didn't feel bad about not explaining it to him, you kinda hoped he already realized his mistake but even if he did it wouldn't change the course of things right now.

as you got up and walked to your living room, you saw the never ending pile of gifts. the flowers, the cake, the different things the boys got you and of course your boyfriend chan. he looked tired as hell, bags under his eyes and just overall the energy he usually had wasn't there. he looked at you and sighed when he saw the the reddish eyes from crying but he still had hope in him.

"you know getting me stuff won't make me forgive you that easily channie." you said and chan nodded as he heard your words. he wasn't doing this to earn your forgiveness, he knew he didn't deserve that in the end. but he still wanted you to have a birthday, even if the day had gone by, you deserved a celebration and he would leave if you asked him to because he just respected you that much.

"this isn't for you to forgive me even if i am so fucking sorry. this is because you deserved a good day yesterday and because your boyfriend's an idiot, he ruined that." he muttered and it was your time to nod as you listened to him. there was no easy way to forgive him really because what he did hurt you so deeply and this was beyond just forgetting.

"why did you do that chan? i mean i don't really expect you to always remember my birthday but i wasn't expecting to find out that you spend it with someone who deeply hates me." you explained and felt like you were going to cry again thinking about it. it wasn't fair to you and chan knew better than that, he didn't want to push it but he did want to fix things. losing you was not in his mind right now, he needed to make things right.

"when soohee called me yesterday i left without a comment because i truly was worried that something happened to her. it turned out she broke up with her boyfriend and whatever, begged me to stay with her and everything just went by so fucking fast. i didn't notice anything and i just-." he had to cut himself off because he knew he was rambling and he was desperate to make things okay but he was feeling so broken. thinking about you being all alone and waiting for him to come back was probably gonna haunt him and that made the tears build up in his eyes. "i know i don't deserve it (y/n) but please let me make it right."

you looked at him as you took in everything. you wanted to believe him because you knew chan and you knew how kind hearted he was when it came to his friends. you saw how he realized that soohee wasn't who he thought she was and it's hard losing a friend, you hated that this was all happening and felt absolutely betrayed but you were not heartless and chan crying always made you feel the worst way.

"channie, i don't know if i'm gonna be able to forgive you right now. but i would really like to spend the day with you because i missed you so much yesterday." you said and he could feel himself crying more but understanding. he was so scared that this was gonna be the end but he was given another chance. you got close to him and as soon as you were next to him, he wrapped his arms around you.

"i'll make it right, i promise." he mumbled through tears and you really hoped he would. drying the tears from his face with your thumb as you gave him a little kiss on the lips and he smiled again. it wasn't quite alright yet but the wound would heal eventually.

minho ✉

you knew it wasn't gonna be easy to go through the night all by yourself. of course you had your friends there but usually having minho by your side made things easier. jisung stayed by your side, disappointed in his friend and sad to witness the falling out but he was rooting for him to show up and make things right. the night was still young and he had been texting minho to come over even if you told him not to. jisung knew better though, he could read you and your eyes were always at the door.

when minho arrived at the place, he sighed deeply and prayed that he could fix this. the boys greeted him but jisung had a look on his face of "make this right" and it was scary. he wasn't the type to be afraid but if he did lose you today, that would be his biggest fear coming true and he didn't know what he would do without you.

he saw you looking as beautiful as ever out on the balcony. he had you all alone, he needed to talk and he needed to choose his words carefully before thinking of the worst.

"minho? i told you not to show up." you said but you didn't sound confident in your words. he could tell there was a mix of anger and sadness in your tone and it was all because of him, this wasn't going to be easy.

"i could not miss my partner's birthday even if i screwed up everything." he said and looked at you. you weren't even looking in his direction but he was captured by your beauty every time he glanced at you and it was beyond your outfit and how you did your hair. he got so lucky with you and knowing that this could be the last night he saw you would kill him slowly. "i can't lose you (y/n) and i know everything's beyond wrong right now but i just need you."

"i didn't feel bad that you forgot or even that you were with her of all people. but you lied to me and we've never had an instance where i felt like things were beyond repair but right now i just don't know what to say minho." you said and you didn't want to cry right now but it was all too much. he felt like crying himself as he saw those spill from your eyes because like you said, there wasn't a situation that you lived before where you guys wouldn't make up and he felt you slipping away from him.

"don't say that, i don't deserve you and i should've remembered in the first place. i choose someone who doesn't understand that i met the love of my life already and that i'm not gonna give up on them. i won't put you second ever again (y/n) and i know you probably won't believe me right now but i truly do mean it." he said confidently and you looked at him, meeting his honest eyes. "i lied i know and i thought i was making things better by keeping soohee away from everyone. i cut her off and i know i should've done it sooner."

you took his hand in yours as you looked down. he knew you did this when you were nervous, when you needed to hold or do something to distract you so he just let you. 

"i can't forgive you even if i want to because all i wanted was for you to show up and explain yourself." you said and it warmed his heart. even if he let you down, you always believed in him and will always wait for him. "minho i love you, would you give me time?"

"all the time you need, i'll be here waiting for you as long as it takes." he responded and even if it hurt that things went so wrong, there was a glimpse of hope in the end. "i love you more (y/n)." he then said and you kissed his cheek as you headed inside. 

changbin ✉

waking up to someone yelling over the phone wasn't really what you had in mind. you went to the living room where all the noise was coming from and you saw changbin looking as tired as he could be. you really didn't expect for him to stay in your apartment and for him to be mad was rare. 

"changbin what's going on?" you asked genuinely concerned because even if all the events from yesterday were on your mind, you cared too much about him to not be there if he needed you. on the other hand, changbin couldn't take that you still were looking at him with caring eyes, he deserved to be yelled at and deserved to be kicked out.

"i'm cutting someone out of my life and they didn't make it easy. as soon as they started insulting you, i had to say some things that were not quite nice but i don't regret it." he responded and you could imagine who he was talking about. it still surprised you that he did that because even if you hated her, you knew that changbin in the end cared about her but from how angry he was you could see there was no going back.

"you didn't have to do that changbin." you muttered and he was so sad to hear that, not because of soohee and cutting off their "friendship" but because you genuinely thought he shouldn't have defended you. "i mean it's not like you didn't go there yesterday and spent all day with her when she needed you."

"stop that right now. first of all, i know what i did and i'm always gonna be fucking sorry about not being here with you, celebrating your day and choosing someone who clearly wanted this to happen all along." changbin said and you were glad he was now finally realizing but you also felt like it was too late. "but i'm not gonna hear you say that you don't want me to defend you because i'm always gonna be choosing you even if you want me to go right now, you will always be the one for me. i'm genuinely serious (y/n), i don't want soohee and i'm never gonna want her because i am in love with you."

"and i'm always gonna be in love with you but it doesn't change the fact that you hurt me." you said and he nodded now getting what you meant and how you felt. there might no be going back from this one and he just wanted to disappear right then and there. 

"tell me what i can do to fix this. i'll do anything you want me to because i swear i can't live without you." he begged basically and you could hear his voice getting higher pitched. it wasn't common for him to cry and if you saw him cry, you would end up crying as well.

"binnie i don't know. this is not the end and i don't want you to leave, can we pretend for a while that yesterday didn't happen?" you said and he looks at you. his eyes filled with tears but he still finds the strength to hold on to you and give you a hug. you felt like you needed to be in his arms, maybe even more so yesterday than today but right now is all you have and your birthday is long gone.

"i will make it up to you, i swear i will." he whispered as he kissed your forehead. you let the tears go, staining his shirt but he didn't care as long as he had you in his arms where you belonged. 

hyunjin ✉

to your dismay and your surprise at the same time, he was knocking at your door an hour later. you knew it was him, he had been spamming your phone ever since you left the building but you couldn't even respond from how disappointed you were. even now you were doubting if you should open the door or leave him knocking all night but you couldn't do that without a neighbor complaining so you decided to head to the entrance and open the door.

"i told you not to come. go back to soohee or whatever you had in mind for today." you said and you wanted to close the door again but he stopped you before you could do it. you looked as he walked into your apartment and took in his appearance. he looked like he almost ripped his hair out and like he had been crying, so pretty much like you did right now.

"i don't even know where to start." he said pacing back and forth and as much as you wanted to hate him, you grabbed his hand and sat down with him before he kept spinning around your apartment. that action alone was enough to calm him down but the glare you were giving him was making him doubt himself all over again. "the only thing i have in mind right now is the fact that i don't want to lose you because i was so fucking stupid."

"you were and i truly don't know how you're gonna get out of this one jinnie. this is beyond it being my birthday just why? why didn't you pick up? why did you show up with her? why didn't you defend me? i feel so stupid." you expressed and the tears were rolling again but so were hyunjin's because he could not stand seeing you cry. you didn't have to feel stupid, he was the stupid one and the one that messed everything up on a special day.

"i didn't pick up because she kept telling me that it was an unknown number calling and hanged it up for me. i showed up with her because she told me she would help me pick up your present at the end of practice and i didn't defend you because i truly wasn't expecting her to say that. i thought she was my friend and i thought she cared about me but i had to kick her out as soon as i saw it all go down." he said in between tears and rambles. you didn't want him to justify himself or his actions but it was nice hearing his side even if you were still very much hurt by everything that happened. 

"hyunjin i always told you how i don't want to interfere in your friendships but she has always hated me and you put her first." you said and he nodded, he was already accepting defeat because he truly did fuck it up this time. you pushed the tears away because you didn't feel like crying anymore and yet they wouldn't stop. 

"i'll leave, you don't deserve to spend the rest of your birthday with someone who did you wrong." he said and even in all this pain, it still hurt when hyunjin didn't fight it anymore. there was a point in all the fights that you've had where he gave up because he could not take in your anger or your sadness, he just wanted to see you smile again. right now he felt like he was holding back what could be a good day for you because it was still your birthday after all and he didn't want to ruin it anymore.

"hyunjin, stay. i can't say that i'm past it yet but i just wanna be with you right now even after all that happened, i just don't see myself going out celebrating if it's not with you by my side." you said, giving him a little smile through all the tears. he got closer to you as he placed a kiss on your lips which you responded to, the most hurtful one you shared yet.

"i'll stay for as long as you want me to and i'll leave if you need me to." he whispered and you nodded because everything was hurting but his words would always find a way to your heart. his hand on your cheek as he caressed it slowly and you met for another kiss.

[chiliyue-archived]

Lipstick Smudges

Includes; Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Malleus Draconia, Silver

Tags; slightly suggestive— but it's all sfw and a lot of smooches 😚

Gender Neutral Reader -> Reader does wear lipstick

Requested ! [Twst M.List] ♡

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—Riddle Rosehearts

A death wish

If you wish to be berated about public appearances and whatnot, then this is is just the thing for you 😀

On the bright side, the red of the lipstick compliments his red hair and of course, the growing blush on his face

An innocent single kiss to his cheek, which quickly became less seemingly innocent in the form of a dozen pecks. Riddle lost all sense of control at the first kiss, your lips simply soft, gentle, and intoxicating. His chest was burning for oxygen, but he didn't want to pull away - not yet, just a couple more seconds, he reckoned. He was practically drowning in the overflowing feelings amongst the moment.

You pulled away, your face flushed from the heated moment, eyes half lidded as you attempted to catch your breath. Suddenly, your eyes widened, a fit of giggles following from you soon after. Riddle rosed a brow at that, his heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. " What's so silly my rose?"

" Your face...!" You couldn't stop another chuckle from leaving you as you attempted to calm yourself. Perplexed, Riddle took a quick glance at the mirror perched at the side of his room. Low and behold, the great dorm warden of Heartslabyul— rendered a disheveled mess with flushed cheeks and... lipstick marks over his lips. If it was even possible, his face became many shades redder, placing the roses in the garden to shame.

To be honest, you couldn't tell if he was mad or simply surprised, perhaps a mixture of both knowing your boyfriend. As for the boyfriend himself, Riddle couldn't quite place a finger on what he was feeling. He should be angry, really, that if anyone witnessed him this state, it would truly be embarrassing. But it's wasn't that... bad. If anything, it just made his heart thump faster, and palms become fidgety.

But oh- if you thought you were off the hook, then you're horribly mistaken. But for now, he'll let it slide and perhaps get a couple more kisses from you.

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—Azul Ashengrotto

He's already red at the thought of kissing and now having some very obvious red marking of your kissing(which wasn't really that intimate) ?! He feels like he may explode on the spot

To be honest, if you don't point it out him, he's not going to notice for a while until some poor soul garnered the courage to tell him

It was a goodbye kiss - a goodbye which left a bright red mark on the corner of his mouth. Azul was curious as to why everyone was giving him a lingering gaze, some looking away to chuckle to themselves. We're they teasing him? Did he have anything in his teeth, perhaps?

A quick glance to the mirror answered all those questions, and he was mortified. The first thing he did was seek you out and demand - no, he can't raise his voice at you- nicly question, what caused you to do something so... so scandalous! Why do this to his face? Were you trying to make him have a heart attack?

He was too dumbfounded to even wipe it off, contributing to a very amusing scene to play before your eyes; your boyfriend out of breath, face flushed terribly red and just a tiny bit of your lipstick sticking to his lips.

" Darling, look what you did to my face." He sputtered, his face flushing an embarrassed pink as he pointed to the innocent mark. You giggled slightly at his dramatic antics, earning you a dramatic gasp from his end.

" Sorry Azul, didn't mean to leave a mark."

" Everyone in the school saw, and no one considered telling me." He mumbled out dumbfounded.

"It's really not that bad." You attempted to soothe him, grabbing a tissue to wipe it off. You were surprised when he caught your wrist suddenly, the material just shy from his lips.

Oh?

" Now now, I never say I didn't like it. Just be more cautious, Angelfish. Otherwise, I'll never hear the end of it from the twins."

Oh.

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—Jade Leech

Really it's you who gets more flustered than he does.

If anything, he looks rather unfazed by the mark. Makes matters worse by teasing you for it, chuckling lightly as you scrambled to save your dignity

"Oh Jade... I got some of my lipstick on your face, " you muttered rather sheepishly, pointing the vibrant red smudge against his mouth as you pulled away. Your lover merely rose a brow at that, for he was already fully aware that it's there! But it presented an opportunity to make a gentle tease at the situation, and given how you're becoming red, it was worth it.

"Oh?" He tilted his head, a smirk already playing on his lips as he examined myself. "Why it seems you have, my dear." He exclaimed with a faux dramatic sigh before giving off a light-hearted chuckle.

Really, Jade paid little mind to the mark - though painfully obvious in contrast to his blue hair. However, people are too afraid of him to make fun of him for it, and besides, he felt entranced by it some way. Marked by his lover in such an innocent and unintentional way? You're really pulling at his heartstrings.

He pointed to the smudge, the pigment rubbing against the corners of his mouth, then he pointed to the other side bare and lipstick-free. Before you could even reciprocate your confusion, Jade suddenly leaned forward, a puff of hot air tickling your cheek. Your gasp of surprise only acted to empathize that smirk of his whilst the pads of his gloved fingers brushed along your spine, ecliting goosebumps along the curves of your body.

" Why don't you leave a couple more, my dear? Mark me as yours, hm?" It's safe to say that you were a little late to your class, your lips noticeably a little puffy and red.

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—Malleus Draconia

Malleus, who doesn't really understand why you're making a big fuss about in the first place. It's just a small little mark, it can be easily wiped off with his sleeve.

He's intrigued by it; however, it wasn't something he can place his finger on but he stared at the smudge with some form of interest in his eyes

Tbh he's too busy kissing you to even pay attention or care 😗

Honestly, Malleus hardly even noticed or felt the texture of the pigment rub against his lips as he chased you for another kiss. He was too intoxicated in the moment, his chest heaving as he pulled another searing kiss that made the tips of his fingers go numb. It's only when you suddenly pulled away, your eyes widening slightly did he consider that something might have been wrong.

" Why are you staring at me like, my treasure?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, scenarios starting to run through his brain. You shyly pointed to his face, a faint red creeping on your cheeks from mild embarrassment. He hummed as his eyes quickly danced over to the nearest mirror, and there it was; a smudge of color against his face.

It was hard to read his expression within that moment, his brows were furrowing slightly but he remained stagnant in his motion. As you started to internally panic, Malleus let out a soft chuckle, his lips spreading in a small smile as he flickers his attention back to you.

" My love, it's just a little smudge. Don't be so concerned." He lightly chastised as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you a little closer. " I truly pay little mind toward public appearances and if it came from you, then it certainly is worthy to be on my face."

His finger reached out to trail along your bottom lip, effectively accumulating a little more pigment on his fingernail. He chuckles at the reaction it eclicts from you as he leans in, lips brushing against your own. His voice is low as hushed whisper, sending shivers down your skin.

"However, let's conern ourselves with that later. Allow me to enrapture you in some more kisses."

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—Silver

Literally does not care. He has no qualms with going to class with a smudged face of your lipstick. So what if they point and whisper? He really could hardly care

Really, he's too busy chasing after your lips to really concern himself over it. Why fuss over a small mark when he can kiss you breathless and maybe add a couple more of marks while he's at it?

Soft sighs were the only audible thing that registered in your brain as you felt your chest be knocked out of oxygen for the nth time. The only coherent feeling was Silver's lips on your own, swollen and blemished as he retreats for a quick intake of air before repeating the action. However, before he could lean in for another round of fervish kisses, you propped your hands on his shoulder, halting in him in place.

" Is something wrong?" He mumbled, hot breath pricking your cheek— it took all your willpower to not shudder, even as his fingers brushed along your upper arms. A couple more seconds of silence passed before you spoke; " I- I got some of my lipstick on your face." Your voice was barely audible and he had to strain his ears to hear.

He seemed to consider this for a moment, eyes flickering to the ground as he processed the words. His expression was unreable. You almost started to panic had it not been for the soothing circles he rubbed along your bare skin. Then, before you could ask, he leaned forward to press a chaste peck to your lips, followed by a:" I don't really care."

And with that, your cycle of kissing each other breathless until you're both heaving for air resumed and tenfolded with each passing second, touches becoming rough and impatient as you littered more smudges along Silver's face.

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Anon, you didn't specify which fandom, so I went with twist. I hope that was okay ✿

[busycloudy]

HIIII HOW R U i saw ur 100 follers event and went: OMG UESS LETS SEND IN A ASK

So Can u do romantic chenya hcs or fic on a reader who is bffs with leona but chenya is like actively trying to rizz reader up? Pls twll me if this doesnt make sense and feel free to delete this if ur not in the mood for it :D

Oh ans pls make it gender neutral but female is fine too tyy and make sure to take care of urslef :D

Thanks for asking red! im doing good👍 I loved the idea and writing this, so I hope you enjoy!(I'm not sure if I did this correctly so if I didn't I'm truly sorry!)

A Jealous Cat

 • Reader is gender neutral and goes by they/them pronouns 

• Ft: Chenya and Leona 

• Tw: None 

• A fluffy and crack(?) fanfic 

• Chenya and/or Leona might be a bit ooc 

• Hope ya enjoy! ______________________________________________________________

You and Leona were best friends. Ever since you came to NRC you became friends with Leona at some point, but also a certain cat started to talk to you more. This was Chenya of course! When the two of you first met in the Heartslabyul maze you didn't talk much, but when you and Leona started to become better friends Chenya started to hang out with you more and more, and became a bit clingy to. It wasn't so often when Chenya left Heartslabyul, but for some reason he did a lot more. You would always find his arms on your shoulders, or his tail wrapped around your waist. Especially when you was with Leona he would do this. You were talking to Leona about what Ace and Grim did this morning until you felt a sudden weight on your shoulders. "Boo!" Chenya grinned ear to ear. You just simply sighed, used to his antics by now, and continued talking to Leona about what happened. "Why do you always hangout with this feline? Y'know, I'm much more paw-some, and energetic at that" Chenya interrupted again, wrapping his tail around your leg. You could see Leona slightly scowl, and at that Chenya's grin grew wider, maybe even sticking his tongue out to, but of course you were unaware of this. "C'mon Herbivore, let's get away from this pampered prince" Leona attempted to take you away but Chenya interfered. "Last time I checked Kingscholar you were a prince. Although, I don't recall me being one" Chenya had a small grin on his face. "It won't hurt if we stay with Chenya a bit longer Leona" You said. Leona mumbled "Fine" and you could hear the reluctance in his voice. You and Chenya then started talking. You'd sometimes go back to talking to Leona, but Chenya always found a way to get your attention back. When you and Chenya talked his face slowly got closer to yours, he always made teasing or flirty remarks. Wait...He was...Flirting with you!? The moment he said another flirty remark you instantly became flustered. What was you supposed to do in this situation!? You turned back around to Leona to try and get your mind off of this and started to talk. Chenya let the two of you talk for a moment, his head resting on the top of yours. Eventually Leona left, but before he did so he gave Chenya a quick glance, then finally leaving. As some days past you and Chenya got along more and more, eventually telling each other your feelings, and Leona supports your relationship. ______________________________________________________________

A/N: I think Leona would be a bit protective of you when around Chenya at first, but when you and Chenya's relationship gets stronger he would have trust in Chenya. Maybe a little frenemy thing going on? We love a protective and supportive bestie <3

Hope you liked it red! And again, I'm truly sorry if this is not what you wanted!

(Forgive me for my lack of cat puns)

[ashen-char]

i say that i hate you with a smile on my face 🔞

ship: amber freeman (scream) x gender neutral reader

warnings: explicit smut so minors get out. hate sex, sex while driving

summary: amber is furious after seeing you with another girl at a party. the only way to deal with her jealousy is to fuck it out of her.

word count: 2700+

By the time the party ends, it's almost 3am. Early hours have always felt so strange to you, so mysterious that liminal time past midnight and before the sun rises. Everything feels slower. Less alive, almost. There aren't any other cars on the street, aren't any lights on in the houses you pass as you make your way back to Amber's.

The radio is off and the streets are quiet. You almost wish that Amber would go right back to yelling at you because at least it wouldn't be this mind-numbing silence. You're so tense, shoulders stiff and defensive, your grip a vice on the wheel.

You had danced with another girl, sure.

Chad had introduced you to some new girl that Liv had befriended and told to come. You can't even remember what her name was. When Liv got roped into a night shift and couldn't go, she'd told her friend to stick to a familiar face.

Really, you think that Chad just wanted to ditch her on you so that Liv wouldn't tear him a new one for leaving her friend while he got wasted. You owed Chad a solid for helping you score a reservation at some fancy restaurant for you and Amber's anniversary after you forgot it, and you didn't see the harm. That was your first mistake.

Amber's expression is unreadable, her grip white-knuckled on her knee as she stares out the window of your car. Speaking first would feel like you lost - you still don't think you did anything wrong, feels that Amber's reaction was way too far. And you're stubborn. But Amber is even more so. And your relationship is more valuable than winning... whatever this is, so

"I didn't do anything," you say for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

"You hear how you sound right now?" Amber snarls, her own shoulders tensing up. "That's what everyone says when they're caught. I didn't do anything," she imitates your voice in a whine.

Mocking you? How mature.

Letting go of her knee, Amber folds her arms over her chest, looking away from you again. You can see her roll her eyes and scoff a “whatever” under her breath.

You grit your teeth. Possible responses whir through your brain - a joke, an apology, something to diffuse the situation. You know what you should do, know that Amber’s only jealous because she’s desperate for reassurance from you. But God is it exhausting navigating Amber's complex emotions when she doesn't even care if she hurts yours.

Tonight was supposed to be fun for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to go to a party and have a blast, not get into another stupid argument.

Amber hasn't apologised a single time since you two started dating. She hasn't once promised she'd be better like you always do for her. She had yelled at you the second you two left the party, fighting from the porch all the way to the car. She wouldn’t hear you out even once as you were vehemently denying her accusations. You truly believe that you shouldn’t be the one to apologise. Not this time.

So this time, you don't do that. Your hand reaches out, sliding over to the passenger seat until you're grazing Amber's thigh. "What did you think you saw me do, huh?" you say.

“What are you-”

"You think I touched her?" Your fingers trail their way up. The fabric of her leggings is thin, so you can feel the heat of Amber’s skin as you caress her inner thigh. It’s a tease, a war of nerves, wondering when the other will give in. "Like this?"

Amber's still worked up, blood still pumping; the adrenaline from the argument is rushing through her veins. But you know that no matter how pissed off she is at you, there’s no way she’d push you away. You swear she actually moves closer.

“You would,” Amber challenges. “You know, if I knew you were gonna be another unfaithful piece of shit, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with you.”

You can tell from her tone that she’s trying to rile you up on purpose. Like she’s enjoying getting under your skin. She wants you as heated as she is so it becomes a level playing field. Amber does this whenever you two have a fight, like she's just waiting for you to blow up at her so you feel as insane as she does about you. You know it's all coming from the same place as the jealousy does. She feels so fucking much about you that she's begging for more. Needs retribution so bad. Needs to feel something.

"Sometimes I swear you start fights out of nowhere on purpose," you say. On her upper inner thigh now, your hand squeezes, almost hard enough to bruise. Your thumb runs up down, up down, never quite getting close enough to where she wants it. "Because you like when I touch you while you pretend to hate my guts."

"You're an idiot. Why would I want you to touch me?" Amber clenches her thighs, holding your hand in place, preventing it from slipping back down. You can hear how her breathing gets laboured. She's too stubborn to admit that she wants you to keep going, but you both know it. She can't help the mix of hatred and lust that fuels her veins right now. "I do hate you. I hate you so goddamn much."

A red light. You breathe out in relief.

Finally, your attention doesn't need to be split between the road and this argument. You can see the smile on her face as she swears that she hates you. Good. That wild look in her eyes tells you that you can be more aggressive with her. Amber loves that. 

Your hand slips up right where she wants it, until you're cupping at her center. Only a thin scrap of fabric separate your fingers from the cunt you love so much. You could do it. You could tear through her leggings and fuck the shit out of her. Amber's legs part for you and you swear you hear her whimper.

"What would you do if I did flirt with her, huh?" you say. "Would you break up with me?"

"Fuck you," she spits, though with her shortness of breath it sounds more like a plead. "I bet you wanted to get her to some spare room. You're desperate enough. Were you hoping to get your fingers wet with some other bitch even when you went there with your girlfriend?"

Her mouth is so filthy. You should do something about that. Amber shouldn't be allowed to talk right now. "What's your fucking problem? I was with you all night!"

God, this is fun. Amber's grinning and her eyes shine, the golden light coming in from the streetlights and making everything glow. You squeeze. The meat of your palm is grinding up against her clit but it isn't enough. Not with all that clothing between you. She moans, clenching her legs once more, needing more pressure there.

"You're my problem!" Amber shrieks.

Fuck.

The second you're about to leap in and devour Amber in a kiss, the light you're stopped at turns green. The car behind you honks and you're forced to turn your attention back to the road. Amber lets out a frustrated groan at that - that stupid honking throwing the moment entirely.

"You know what, screw this," she says. You hear Amber unclick her seatbelt, and before you can tell her to strap back in she grabs your hand.

"What are you-" You barely get the words out before your hand is shoved down into her leggings.

Amber's soaked. She's as sticky and warm as the last time you touched her, and you know just how good she'd taste right now too. It isn't your dominant hand - that one is busy on the wheel - so you actually haven't touched her with this one before. It's unfamiliar territory and the same all at once. She pushes her panties to the side with her own hand but it'll be yours that she makes do all the work.

"Shut up. I need this." A low guttural sound escapes her lips as she finally, finally feels your hand where she wants it. Her head tilts back and you feel her thighs squeeze at that first sharp sensation of pleasure. "Shut your mouth and drive," she practically hisses.

You have to focus on the road. The guy behind you is already pissed from how slow you were to keep driving after the green light, and how Amber had given him the middle finger. He's driving so close behind you know that a single slip up could mean a crash. You're so fucked. Especially your fingers, which Amber is sliding her slit up and down on, collecting her wetness with a satisfying shlick.

"Amber," you try to warn. As hot as this is, you do not want to get into an accident because your girlfriend was just so horny during a fight.

Her mouth hangs open in pleasure as she rubs her clit against your palm. It's so much better when you can feel her. You wish you could turn to look. But you can feel Amber's eyes on you, probably still glaring at you with the same hateful glare she had earlier.

"She wouldn't be this wet for you," she tells you.

The girl at the party could not be further from your mind right now. "I don't give a shit about her," you admit. "God, you're so wet, baby." You can feel your own excitement between your legs, can see how your windows are starting to fog up as both of your breaths heat the air.

She lets out a moan, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. "That's right. Because you're mine." Her nails dig into the flesh of your forearm, a threat to scratch you up if you so much as attempt to move away. 

Your fingers slip inside. Two at once. Amber normally likes to play the long game and build up to more, letting you tease her with one sliding in and out until she screams at you for more. But the thrill of the danger and anger and jealousy is getting to both of you. Her hips grind and wind as she rides your fingers, while your other hand desperately grips onto the wheel as you will yourself to concentrate on the road.

"Say it," Amber breathes out. "You're only mine."

A part of you thinks that'd be no fun. "You should've trusted me," you say instead. It's so much more fun when she's seething. It's like her anger is heating up her insides. She feels different. You curve your fingers inside her and she cries out.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah? You loving my fingers in your pussy?" You wriggle the two until you're pressing at the spot that always drives Amber crazy. But it's clumsy. You never use this hand and eventually it'll cramp up and get tired. You know you're doing your job well when she digs her nails in even harder and her hips thrust. Neither of you give a shit when the car behind you honks and overtakes you.

She's too wound up right now, too far gone. Her mouth twists into a vicious smile that you can't see, but you can hear it in her voice. "Y-you wish," Amber struggles out. "You think you're so good. I'm using you here, not the other way around."

She rides your fingers like that for a few minutes. As you had suspected, the lack of practice means that your forearm is already getting tired. As hot as this is, you can't pump as easily as you could if you were on a bed, not worrying about driving. You can tell that Amber is getting frustrated. Maybe that's making it better.

Everything is a blur of rage and lust until you realise you've driven right past her house. Whatever. You're dying to stop the goddamn car and set Amber right. You slam the brakes now that there's no car behind you to hit, sending the car lurching to a stop. Your fingers slide deeper into her cunt with the movement and it makes her scream.

You pull into a residential side street, one even quieter than the rest. Finding a spot to turn off the engine and throw the car into park is easy enough when your brain is putting I need to fuck her right now over safety.

The second that ignition goes off, Amber is already on you. You slip your tired hand away, the other going to her leggings and slipping them off. Her expression is still twisted in that rage that never quite goes away - she hates you, she hates you, she hates you - but she loves you so much when you shove three fingers into her.

You feel her tongue invading your mouth, probing and searching, while her hands continue to grip and claw at your clothes. It's like she's trying to claim you; she wants to take away all evidence of you being your own person, to take away your control.

"Is this what you wanted?" Amber whispers against your mouth. "Why do you make me feel like? You want to see me like this? Huh?"

It's reckless and out of control and perfect. You don't even care that any second you could get caught. You could lose yourself in this moment, in this golden haze that illuminates your fogged up windshield. The car's starting to sway with your movements.

"How do I make you feel, baby?" Her pussy feels so good as you surge your fingers in deeper. "Tell me."

"Like I'm going crazy," she whispers, her voice breaking a little with emotion. It's too much. It was too much then at the party, when she saw you dancing with some other girl, too much when you started touching her. 

Everything about what you're doing to her is bringing Amber closer and closer to that point of no return. "Like you're making me crave you." Her hips rock against you again, her breasts soft as they rub against you too.

This is Amber making you feel the way you make her feel. When you dance with other girls, when you don't text back for hours, when you forget your anniversary. Every time you brushed off an insult and didn't let a fight escalate, this is what she wanted. How pent up she must have been, swallowing down the rage and accepting your apologies.

Amber whines when your thumb grazes against her clit. Every bit of her feels like it's tingling and she's practically soaking your lap at this point. "I hate you but I can't live without you." Amber sounds like she's on the verge of tears. "It scares and excites me at the same time. I- I've never cared this much."

You keep pumping right back into her, never stopping, only growing more and more intense. Her body trembles but you're holding her. Amber's hands grasp at your forearm again, like she can't decide whether to push you away or pull you in. You don't know what to say. She was enjoying the fight earlier, instigated it even, but she's so vulnerable now.

"You're the only one I want," is what you end up settling on. Your thumb stops those teasing grazes now, rubbing against her clit proper. Her wetness makes it so easy. "And I am yours."

This is what makes Amber shudder and dissolve in your arms. The tension finally breaks and she starts squirming against you, fingers lodged so deep into her body it's like you're grazing at something deeper, body shaking violently. She's so close, so impossibly close, a moment of pure ecstasy that lasts seconds before falling apart in a burst of heat and pleasure.

"You're mine!" This she shouts so loud you'd be surprised if the entire neighbourhood didn't wake up.

You two fall silent for a moment, both taking slow, shuddering breaths. Amber can feel her brain is still short circuiting, trying to calm down; it's like her stomach has been replaced with a ball of fire.

"Still hate me?" you whisper, leaning in to kiss Amber.

"Just shut up, okay," she murmurs, kissing back happily now, her voice still raw from the edge of tears and the intense orgasm that had wracked her body. "Don't ever do that again."

[adaelines]

omggg umm is ok to ask for Price x F!Reader where they have a big age gap? (sum like civvie collage!girl reader?) I'm the biggest slut for John and i believe he has the biggest daddy, breeding and size kink not to mention tummy bulging 😵‍💫

sorry this doesn't include the kinks, I'll try and do a part 2 with those!!! heats killing me and I wanted to get Something out bc age difference price destroys me every time

afab reader but gender neutral, price is described to be double your age but specific age not mentioned!! Obviously at least 18. sorry this isn't very long I just wanted to get something out!

John Price always knew how to treat you well.

It never mattered how much older he was than you, never mattered that he was almost double your age, not when simply being with him lit up your world like he was a beacon in an otherwise dark world. 

He always made you so happy, always put your happiness and pleasure first, above all else. Even when he was away on duty, leaving you alone at his house that was easily big enough for an entire family, you were always at the forefront of his thoughts. 

You mattered most to him, more than anything else, and he always showed it in everything he did

Giving you money for new clothes or something you saw whilst out shopping, always treating you to the absolute best dates perfectly suited to what you most wanted, giving you a break from your college workz always fucking you hard and deep like he wanted to absolutely destroy you.

It came out most when he'd just returned from his duty, when he'd been away from you too long and spent every moment dreaming of being back home with you, being back in your bed and able to simply bask in each others company, not having to worry about anything and being able to touch, to hold without even thinking about the outside world. Nothing else mattered when he'd just come home from work, nothing else compared to being home with you. 

The desperation of finally being home together, finally being able to touch each other as much as you wanted, is what led to here. You in John's lap on the sofa, leaning back with your legs spread over his knees, three of his fingers as deep inside you as he could manage. He couldn't wait till you were in the bedroom, not when he finally had you alone, finally had you in his arms. He'd been waiting for this from the moment he left, and he refused to wait any longer. 

"Sweet thing," He mutters in your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin below it, "Missed you so much, missed this so much… You're always so good for me, such a pretty thing…"

His fingers, thick and calloused from his guns, were so deep inside you it was almost too much. You were a whiny mess on his lap, arching against him and holding onto his arm so tight you were sure he'd have bruises and nail marks afterwards, but it felt so good. You hadn't touched yourself whilst he was away, one of your rules, so having him pleasuring you like this was overwhelming.

He had killed men with these hands, snapped their necks and broken their spines, now he was knuckle deep in your cunt like this was where he truly belonged. Not any of the bloodshed, not any of the violence, he belonged here, inside of you, making you feel good. Nothing else mattered now, you were the only thing he could think of, you took over his brain like a parasite he wanted. He would happily live the rest of his life only thinking of you, if that was what made you happy. No matter how many missions he went on, how many men he killed or how long he was away, you were most important to him. Always.

Crooking his fingers inside of you, he moved his thumb to rub circles on your clit, pressing another soft kiss to the skin of your neck below your ear. He loved having you like this, whining on his lap, one hand cupping your chest whilst the other played with you. 

The hand on your chest squeezed as he gently grazed his teeth on your neck, along the pulse. 

"C'mon, pretty little thing… Cum on my hand, and maybe i'll give you my cock."

Right now, he was your lover. He wasn't a man double your age, with so much experience you worried he would want more, he was the person you loved, doing absolutely everything he could to make you coat his fingers and stain his pants in your cum. 

Leave a permanent mark of your pleasure on him, remind him that only he can make you feel this good.

[raes-writing-space]

Childhood Friend!Reader x DogDay (Finding DogDay Hung Up)

Warnings: Mentions of gore and blood, abuse including manipulation, depression, death, cursing, DogDay does NOT get saved in the end, heavy bittersweet/angst warning, etc.

Viewer discretion is advised!

Summary/Notes: (Y/N) was one of the orphans at Playtime Co, reader is said to have been VERY smart and observant child, and found out about the Bigger Bodies Initiative at a very young age (around 8). This happened to affect their relationships with the other orphans, including an orphan name Samson "Sam" who was their best friend, who would later be turned into DogDay. Feeling guilt, they go back to the Playtime Co. after escaping "The Hour of Joy", and hoping to save those left, they find DogDay and imagine what life would have been like if things were different.

Word Count: Roughly 2,250 words? I use Obsidian as my writing doc.

Romantic or Platonic?: Could be read as platonic or romantic, but it may seem like it leans more towards romantic.

A/N: This is heavily based off an OC of mine and an AU I have for Poppy Playtime, but I really wanted to share some DogDay content since I've been scouring the tag for weeks now and need more content. If you'd like me to post my notes about the different AU's I have, let me know!

Since this is a writing from my OC, it originally has she/her and feminine descriptors/titles, however I did my best to change them to try and make it more gender neutral, if you happen to see anything I've missed please let me know!

(Y/N) was lead into a prison that seemed underneath the Playhouse, a place they didn't know about from their time at Playcare. They had assumed that was possibly where CatNap had to have been held, when he wasn't interacting with the children. They hated how isolating it already felt, despite the "childish" nature, nothing about a prison was childish. (Y/N) didn't even know what they were looking for at this point, just another way out - away from all these poor starving toys trying to eat them alive. That was when they saw the scene, it took them a moment to really process it all. DogDay, Sam, their first childhood friend they ever had. The friend that was picked for the Bigger Bodies Initiative when Harley Sawyer found out about (Y/N)'s knowledge about the project. That was a guilt they never could find themselves to forgive themselves for. They knew that truly, it was the adults that betrayed them both, but how could they simply still leave him here after all this time? DogDay was hung up by the arms, belts and straps tied to pieces of the cell. Even worse, his legs were missing, only a tightened belt around his waist was keeping his organs from falling out of his body. How long had he been like this? Had those toys been eating him alive as a last resort?

"Sammy?" (Y/N)'s voice called out, in the moment they sounded so small, just like a child again.

As if it was instinct at hearing the nickname, his head seemed to pick up, silent for a moment, as if processing if this was in fact real or not.

"Angel?" He questioned, voice box even sounding ragged.

Even the voice box has aged… (Y/N) knew that they were never really supposed to sound like themselves after the procedure, but things were so different now. Before (Y/N) could linger on it for too long, his voice brought them back to the harsh reality they were both in.

"There's nothing left to save… not here… A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl-" "Shh… Sam, shh… I know… I know… Let's not think about it for now…" (Y/N) moved closer to him, resting a gentle hand on his cheek for a moment, before a shaky hand goes to wrap around his torso, as another hand goes to undo the straps on one arm. "What-What are you- Angel, listen to me, please, you need to get out of this place, you need to live. You and Poppy can fix this. End this madness, the torment, please, just leave me." He started rambling quickly, especially as he could feel one arm become free. "I…" (Y/N)'s voice became shaky, as he immediately noticed the tears well in her eyes, "I know… I know I'll have to… just… Just let me have this moment… Please, I'm just tired and want to sit for a moment and talk to an old friend…"

There was a silence for a moment, a small grunt when they had done their best to keep him supported as they released the other straps, as the two of them slid down the wall of the cell for a moment. There was no way for him to be truly comfortable, but they tried for him anyway. The two sat side by side for a moment, before (Y/N) closed their eyes and leaned their head against his shoulder. DogDay must have been hung up for a long time, almost unaware that he could move his arms again. He seemed to then move his arm a little, before rotating his hand to be palm up. (Y/N), in their paranoid state since arriving, had noticed the small movements immediately, before they put their hand in his. Maybe it was the effects of the poppy gas finally getting the best of them, even after how hard they had been trying to fight it. Maybe they really were just tired, tired of running, of fighting for their life, of seeing their friends suffering, of all of it.

"CatNap will be coming for the both of us if he knew you released me… Angel, please… you have to go…" DogDay attempted again. "No… I'm sure he knows… And I'm sure he knows the power he already holds… Before the Hour of Joy… CatNap helped me speak with the Prototype. The Prototype was trying to plan something with me, and I was just… too far gone in my sadness to listen… The Prototype had even warned me about the event and how I should escape from it all…" (Y/N) trailed off, and DogDay seemed to turn to them, almost as if in shock that they had known this whole time, alongside the rest of the monstrous toys. "CatNap knows that I'm just trying to find answers, I don't know if Poppy is right, or if the Prototype is right, but I at least want to come to that decision on my own… So, CatNap knows… as you said, there's a million eyes watching… so, just let them watch, and listen… for now…" (Y/N) spoke again, as they rubbed their thumb against the palm of his hand, it was always much too big compared to theirs.

"We were best friends before you were chosen for the Bigger Bodies…" "I always knew there was something special about you…" DogDay tried to sound lighthearted, attempting to find the peace they were yearning for. "Theo… CatNap… knew the Prototype before his procedure too… He tried to help Theo escape, but then something happened, and the Prototype risked capture to save him… That's why he treats the Prototype like a God, for him, that is his savior." (Y/N) attempted to explain, hopefully giving him some more clarity, despite it not meaning much now in these final moments. "I like to think… before your procedure, maybe our friendship was on your mind… Maybe that's selfish of me, but as much as it hurt to see you become DogDay, when I heard how happy you were to see me… How you called me Angel and thought I was special… It gave me some peace of mind that you weren't angry with me, for not being able to say goodbye…" (Y/N) trailed off.

"You weren't there?" DogDay seemed to question, as if trying to recollect a memory that felt so distant to him that it almost never existed in the first place. "No… the fucker, Harley Sawyer, the doctor who created the Bigger Bodies Initiative, told me I would be spending the day with him… Purposely made me anxious, and kept me past curfew so I wouldn't get to say goodbye or see you go… Before he told me that you were chosen for testing, but that of course, the orphans at Playcare would be excited to hear you were being adopted… He wanted to break me down, so that I wouldn't somehow speak about the initiative, and… it worked…" (Y/N) answered. "He saw in my files that I once told a counselor that DogDay was my favorite toy and character, because so many people thought I was a sunny leader, like him…" Tears started to well up again, as they could hear him let out a deep disappointing sigh.

"And then they conditioned me to cheer up any kid who looked sad, knowing that out of all the kids, you would be the worst." DogDay pieced together, as (Y/N) simply nodded. "I was used as your reminder… Those sick… Why did you not push me away? You could have-" "No… I never could do that… Yes, you were a reminder of one of the worst days of my life… but Sam you gave me so many days that I consider the best days of my life… I would never trade those days in for anything…" (Y/N) looked at him, tears streaming down their face, as his gentle and slow hand attempted to wipe the tears away. "I only wish I could have given you more days like that… God, after I left… I started to imagine this… alternate world where everything was different… That we really were just kids at an orphanage who would be able to grow together, and maybe get adopted by kind loving families, and hope that we'd find and see each other again, and that… somehow we did, we always did…" "I imagine what life would have been like for us… If we would have told each other about our first crushes, or would get too embarrassed because maybe the truth was that we had crushes on each other… A typical stupid teenaged life, where we'd make mistakes, and learn, and be awkward, and fall in love or out of love, and things would just be easy…" "That we could just be kids or teens or adults just laying in a patch of grass and enjoying the real life sun against our skin… and that even despite all our real world problems, we'd know that it'll all be okay in the end because we had each other…" (Y/N) couldn't help but ramble on about this idealistic dream they'd had for so long, a motivating factor to keep going just one more day… Caught in a world that they knew would never exist, but made them feel genuine happiness as if it did.

"That's sounds like a wonderful world to be in…" DogDay couldn't help but finding himself imagining it, a sweeter dream than the nightmare he's lived in for so long. "I've lost myself in that reality far more than I'd like to admit… I've gone down so many routes, but refused to think about anything that wasn't a happy ending of some kind." "What was the happy ending you imagined the most?" DogDay questioned them genuinely, his body slumping a bit more, finally finding some semblance of peace. "We'd grow old together… It didn't matter how, if we were married, or had kids of our own, or were just best friends until the very end… But I imagined us having a picnic on top of this, gorgeous hill… That our old bones would have taken a while to climb, but we'd leave early, to watch the sun rise… And talk about life until we watched the sun set…" "I would thank you for… helping me understand what any semblance of love would feel like despite no adult ever showing us or teaching us how to love someone… I would thank you for being the closest thing I ever had to a family, for always being there for me just when I needed it… just like right now… I would make sure you knew just how much you meant to me, what you meant to my life, and in the end… all I would want is to make sure that I made you feel just as loved and appreciated as you've made me feel…" "You have. You always have." DogDay is quick to respond, never wanting them to doubt once for a second that he didn't appreciate his time with her too.

(Y/N) then started to shuffle themselves up, tears never ceasing as they knew this would be goodbye, there wouldn't be a way to save him, and there wouldn't be an easy way to bring him along, not when things could be more difficult from here… They knew they needed to leave him with something to dream about, on the happiest note they could really give him, and hope that he would forgive her for having to leave him once again. "Then I would kiss your forehead…" (Y/N) trailed off, getting on their knees and leaning forward to give a long and lingering kiss on his forehead, just as they had said, "And a big hug, that I wouldn't ever want to let go from, but knew I'd have to…" arms wrapped around his bloodied "fur" that had become his body, as they felt his arms wrap around them in return, also not wanting to let go, knowing this would be the last time he ever saw his Angel again. "And I'd tell you to close your eyes…" DogDay listened, closing his eyes as best as he could, knowing there would only be hungry monsters awaiting him once they left. "And let the sun feel warm on your skin…" He started to imagine it, so deeply and vividly that he could almost convince himself that he did feel a warmth… and maybe he did in some way… "And finally, thank you for spending your life with me… I wouldn't say goodbye, I couldn't… Because I know that one day, maybe in a different life, or an afterlife, that we'd meet again, like we always do… So instead I would just say… I love you, good night, and sweet dreams, I'll see you later Sammy."

"I'll see you later, my Angel… Thank you… I love you too…" DogDay trailed off, sighing as he let himself get lost in his imagination and not in the sound of their footsteps retreating from him.

(Y/N) suddenly found another pathway, they assume CatNap must have opened it for them at some point. They attempted to wipe their tears and breathe deeply, despite the circumstances, as they let themselves get lost in the fantasy again themself, ignoring the quieted groans of what they assumed must be the final outcome of DogDay's fate. They hated having to leave, they hated knowing as much as they did, but as much as they could linger on the negative, and let it drown them again…

Instead, they decided to take a note from DogDay, the symbol of optimism for his friends, and chose to only think about the good, even if they're just distant memories.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

exam season

oneshot summary: (the request) Geto comforting his upset girlfriend (reader), his girlfriend had low grades on a test of a subject she was really good at, yet she was crying in her pillows, needing Geto’s comfort and reassurance. Once she texted Geto, he immediately saw it. Rushing to your house/apartment and went in your bedroom.

content warnings: none, just heavy fluff and comfort

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: suguru geto x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - this was theraputic to write, anon i thank you!

The rain was really reflective of what your mood was. You were curled up on the bed you share with Geto, nothing else on your mind but the rain drops on the window, matching your tears in terms of how fast they were coming down. The blanket was pulled up half way, you didn't really have the energy to pull them up all the way.

Worthless was the only word that was coming to your mind right now. The worry about not being enough, and how that will affect your future, is the only thing you can focus on. You were always hard on yourself when you did anything wrong, the need to be perfect taking over every aspect of your life. Particularly when it came to grades. So, when you fail an exam in your favorite class where you knew the content by heart, or so you thought, it derailed you to hell.

You texted Geto about your failed grade, but told him to not rush home, you knew how busy he was at work. And with the little slide into negativity you were having, your heart clenched, wondering if he would leave you for not being smart enough, or if you were holding him back from other relationships. Because if you weren't smart, what was stopping you from sliding into other areas and not being enough there? It causes you to curl up tighter and cry harder, partly wishing Geto did come to you immediately, and partly thinking you shouldn't distract him from work.

In your tears and misery, you failed to hear Geto enter your shared apartment. It was only when he quietly opened the door to the bedroom that you heard him and you roll over. You snap up from your laying position to sit up. You wipe away the tears, although it didn't stop the panicky breaths you were still hiccupping.

"Oh, sweet thing." He murmurs, taking long strides to sit next to you, where he was facing you. He scooches as close as he can, cupping your face in his hands, wiping away any stray tears that were still leaking.

"You didn't have to come home early from work." You rasp, cringing inwardly, not wanting to appear imperfect. You clear your throat, trying to look anywhere that wasn't Geto's concerned eyes, thinking you weren't worth that amount of concern. You especially didn't think your break down warranted him coming home a few hours earlier.

"Don't do that. Don't internalize your thoughts." He warns, truly concerned at how you were spiraling. He wanted to help, and needed you to communicate with him how you were feeling. When you texted him 'just failed a test in my favorite class, i'll need your comfort tonight', he knew that you probably needed the comfort a bit earlier than that. He knew how you took failure, and it wasn't a good thing for you.

When he entered the room, his heart hurt to see you so distraught over something that didn't mean anything in the long run. And then to see you trying to hide it, seemingly changing your mind about wanting his comfort for whatever reason, he knew he had to put an end to that.

That's why he stood up to change his position on the bed, but first standing you up, and then he sat with his back facing the headboard like you were just were. He pulls you into his lap and his arms reach around you. One arm landing where half of it was on your spine so that way that hand could have its thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck, and the other arm pulling you in close at the waist.

Your knees were on either side of his waist, and you throw your arms around his neck, finally accepting the comfort you so badly craved. You bury your face into his neck, feeling slightly bad for the water he was definitely feeling at the neck. You lightly run your hands through his hair, a subconscious way of trying to lower the anxiety you were feeling.

He lets you cry it out for however long you need first, before jumping into saying anything comforting. He wants his actions to speak more for him currently than his words, knowing you would want his words when you talk about what's bothering you. He tilts his head so that way he could give you light kisses to your cheek and any other open area.

Eventually your tears stop, and your breathing was evening out. You pull back, your face feeling sticky and warm all over from the tears, and your head slightly hurt. You cringe a little when you see the tear stains you left behind, but Geto gives you a pointed look about it, knowing this is something that you'd feel bad about.

"Before you tell me what's wrong, I'm going to grab you some water. I don't know why I didn't think of that, but I'll be right back, okay sweet thing?" He says, his hands now over yours as he rubs soothing circles into the back of them. You nod, trying to shake the feeling of awfulness that he was taking care of you. You know you'd do the same in his position, but it was hard to shake given the slips into negativity.

He's back quickly, silently urging you to drink before your talk. He sits back down, pulling one knee up to his chest to rest an arm on, and the other leg stretches out next to you. You're sitting crisscross on the bed, taking quite a few sips of water. After you're done, Geto grabs the empty cup and sets it on the night stand next to him. He brings his gaze back to you, and you see how his gaze holds concern. The brow furrowing as he leans forward, his hand taking yours again.

You move forward a couple more inches, wanting to be close to him. You can't imagine the disarray you're in now, growing a little bashful under his concern and worry of what you looked like after that breakdown. He's quick to use his other hand to lightly grip your chin to look back at him.

"Uh-uh, none of that now. Please let me in to what you're feeling. I want to help you." His voice is soft and soothing, head tilting to listen to your problems.

"How could I end up so lucky, to get a man so patient? Someone who'd leave work early just to come help me over something so ridiculous. I can't believe I'd cry over something like a bad grade." You start to berate yourself, your voice still a little shaky. He stays silent, albeit he gave a small glare at you berating yourself, but he wants to hear a little bit more before interjecting, knowing you'd have more on your chest.

"I don't deserve you, truly. I make you come home from work early, I can't handle the smallest ounce of failure. I know this content like the back of my hand, and yet I still failed. I mean, what's stopping you from finding someone else who knows their stuff and can prove it?" Your breath starts to hitch as you continue.

"This is the start of me land sliding into a state of being completely, utterly imperfect, and you'll realize that soon. You'll leave me for someone who knows how to keep their composure over something so silly." You end your small rant to him, taking your hand back from him and burying your face in them as you draw your legs up to your chest.

Your face is warm as you feel embarrassed, knowing there's no reason too. But everyone feels a little embarrassed afterwards, showing vulnerability in the smallest ounce. Geto leans close to you, pulling you into his chest. He runs his hand up and down your spine, letting you open up your body language on your own time. Once you pull your hands away, biting your lip in nerves to what he has to say, that's when he starts speaking, knowing now is the best time for verbal comfort. He also puts a thumb to your lip, trying to stop your habit, not wanting you to draw blood.

"Oh, my sweet darling. How long have you been holding this in? You know, it's truly me who is so lucky to have you. Don't think that you're nothing to me when you mean everything, always voice that concern to me and I'll always remind you. I never mind dropping anything I'm doing to come to you when you're having a breakdown." He kisses your forehead, wanting to address that first.

"I may be someone who's more quiet about praise, but I hope that it means my words hold more weight when I say that you're truly one of the most intelligent people I have gotten the pleasure of knowing. I know you know that content, I always love hearing you talk about it. You don't see the spark in your eyes when you talk about it like I do. I know so much more about that topic because of you. You know it in and out, and some stupid test you fail once won't convince me you don't know it. Sometimes bad days happen." He continues, and it causes you to start to smile.

It's a light tug at either end of your lips, but Geto knows his words are working. It lightens his shoulders a little to see so.

"It's okay to be flawed, you know. You are perfect to me, but it's okay to fall down once in a while too. You're holding yourself to standards that are going to hurt you mentally. You see how much I love you, even after failing something. It's because I have the knowledge that you know that subject, and you're perfect in other aspects to me. I'll always be there to catch you when you're falling, to tell you it's okay. I would never leave you for someone else because you think you're too much of a failure for me. You're not a failure, and I'll never leave you." He says, making sure to put emphasis on not leaving you.

"Imperfections and mistakes happen. It's how you move forward with yourself I find so wonderful." He finishes, giving you the slightest ghost of a kiss, that eventually turns into a harder one that you initiate.

It soothes you that he addresses every concern you have, and you lurche forward to embrace him.

"Thank you 'Toru." You whisper, and he holds you tight.

"Oh, my love, it's never an issue for me to help you. It's just a grade at the end of the day. Now come on, I brought home take away, your favorite. I also brought back your favorite from the bakery you love." He says, eyes glittering at how much happier you were looking already, how your eyes brightened.

"The best boyfriend I could ever have!" You exclaim as you drag him with you to the dining area, where you both laugh and spirits are raised for the remainder of the evening.

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 6

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; fighting and mentions of injuries, but nothing specific tho

notes ; happy holidays, fellow childe enjoyers!! hope you’re all having a wonderful time. this chapter feels close up-y if that makes sense but i promise there’s MUCH more to come >:3

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you see childe as faceted.

he’s childe, he’s tartaglia and he’s ajax- all at once and one at a time. he’s childe, the ruthless maniacal warrior who prioritizes strength and triumph above all else- a weapon of war. he’s tartaglia, the calculating, fake smile wearing, connection-making debt collector- a fatui harbinger. but then, he’s also ajax, a warm, family loving, hug providing and dream protecting big brother- your best friend.

you see all three of those people in him. though… the latter, not so often. he was ajax when he was at home, seeing his family and playing around with teucer, that you know, but you hadn’t seen him in morepesok in more than half a decade. no, the last time you saw him be ajax was when you were fourteen- you called him ajax for the last time when you were fourteen.

ever since then, he’s been childe.

you’ve never made the mistake to call him otherwise, because there was no mistake to be made at all. when you were in zapolyarny palace, he was childe. when you were dining in liyue, he was childe. even when you first sparred and eventually fought in the golden house, he was childe.

so why is it now when you’re faced with an entirely new being, biology indecipherable yet identity indistinguishable, that you call him ajax?

perhaps you’d like to blame it on exhaustion- you’d been fighting incessantly for whoever knows how long, fingers sore from gripping your weapon so tight and legs shaking to merely stand. or perhaps it’s the sheer confusion and inability to truly comprehend the sight before you, there’s no plausible explanation within your grasp as to why he’s even able to transform into that after all. or maybe… maybe you see too many people in him that aren’t ajax anymore.

and you’re desperate to see ajax again.

and the worst part is that you can’t even name the being before you, you can’t come up with what or who it could be within childe’s facets. the mental gymnastics happening in your brain render you frozen, limbs heavy and heart erratic- leaving you to fall motionlessly when the creature stabs his weapon into the ground and promptly shatters it. the falling rubble reveals a whole new lower floor of the golden house, one that your downturned gaze can’t help but stare into as you’re falling. as the ground seems to get closer, you shut your eyes and brace for the impact, hoping it’ll at most break just your ankles.

but the impact never arrives.

instead, you feel a tug to your sleeve that breaks the violent pull of gravity you were experiencing- it results in your feet making the gentlest contact with the ground. you assume it was paimon pulling you just in time as she floats down along the two of you, because the second you open your eyes she’s flying over to the traveler to check on her.

the sight takes away any notice of the purple flash that passes through you in the very same moment.

after a brief recovery, the two of square up for a third time as you spot a purple spark from across the settling dust of the debris. it’s centered and tall, telling you the glow is coming directly from the singular eye of the creature.

“you got to the gnosis before me, didn’t you?!” a deep, distorted, growling voice yells out, yet you can still hear a bit of childe’s own voice within it.

“did you simply move faster? or… did you leak the information regarding the golden house to me on purpose? was it you, y/n? have you been working with them from the start?!” he swings at you expertly, electro trailing after the weapon’s path while surges of water shoot up towards you at the same time.

“no matter. hand over the gnosis, now! don’t make me take it from you…”

“w-we didn’t take it!” paimon defends.

“do you hear yourself right now?! none of us could’ve taken it, it’s not here!” you add coarsely.

he doesn’t seem to hear you as he incessantly strikes and blinks away from your attacks, sending his own long ranged lightning strikes instead. both of you take several heavy hits from the creature and after some time, you feel like you’re about to collapse. you don’t have anymore energy to heal yourself, much less the traveler- yet you still push yourself to sustain her as much as you can. you think you’ve reached hallucinatory levels of exhaustion when you see… it.

an impossibly large elemental whale that surges from the ground.

it flies upward with a deafening vocalization and slams back down with waves of water. you back up as far as possible as the whale takes up the entire floor, even if you doubt that what you see is real. that very doubt is soon dispelled when you watch the traveler fall to the ground where the whale just landed, soaked in water. you panic and rush to aid her but before you even get to the traveler’s side, the creature’s large blade comes down right in front of you- it was so close that were you even an inch forward, it would’ve sliced your face clean off. the traveler gestures for you not worry about her as she get struggles to stand up and eyes the creature, who’s currently preparing a charging surge of electro and hydro, while you’re cornered.

the seconds before he strikes seem to slow down while your heart pumps inhumanely fast- your mind scatters for what to do until you look down took your feet, noticing the way the excess water ripples with your steps. your hand twitches with cryo energy and a wall of ice shoots up the next moment, extending all the way to where the traveler is still getting up. the unexpected defense catches the creature off-guard and he staggers for a moment, giving you the chance to sprint all the way out and behind him, where his starry cape floats endlessly into nothingness. you almost land your sneak attack when he suddenly seems to sense your presence and turns around just in time to retaliate.

“all you do is run!” he growls.

when he slashes his electro-charged weapon this time, you manage to catch it with the pole of your own spear, holding it away from you with all the might you’re still able to muster. movement from your peripheral vision catches your attention.

“now!” you yell.

the traveler understands perfectly and jumps to hit the creature from the back while he’s still busy pushing back against your polearm. the strike seems to be final, as the creature drops his weapon from yours and steps back, falling to his knees. another flash of purple light emits from him and suddenly, childe is in the creature’s stead once more.

he heaves weakly, head turned down defeatedly.

“ngh… well then, time to cool off.”

childe is practically spitting out the words with how much force he has to put into getting them out. “it seems the burden of the foul legacy transformation was too great on my body. i lacked the opportunity to think this through…”

foul legacy… well there’s its name. seeing childe in front of you again makes the entirety of the last few minutes seem unreal, like you woke up from a nightmare where childe was… that. like it never happened- though the sheer amount of injuries that all three of you bear prove otherwise.

“…you had no connection to the gnosis, no matter where it’d been taken.”

“that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you! we didn’t take it!” paimon urges, hands on her hips.

childe struggles to get to his feet, as if his limbs have turned to lead, once he finally gets to it, he’s still panting coarsely.

“this battle has already left me satisfied. anyone who strives as i do to grow stronger shall be called a friend, even if our friendship can only be shown in battle against one another.” with the next sentence, childe eyes you momentarily, when you try to catch his gaze back, it’s already gone- as if he’s too ashamed to actually meet your eyes in return.

“pretty sure that’s not the normal way to make friends.”

you snort. “you’re still expecting anything normal after all this?”

“unfortunately, i mus bring this amiable conversation to an end. my quest still beckons. given that the gnosis wasn’t taken by anyone, we must look to the beginning- it was never in the exuvia to begin with. in fact, it might be that the exuvia was just a diversion of sorts.”

“hm… i wonder who called that way beforehand.”

“what? so you mean that…” paimon trails off and the traveler finishes.

“…rex lapis is alive?”

you nod. “it would appear so.”

“it seems that the guardian deity of the capital of commerce is also well-versed in little maneuvers beyond the boundaries of contracts. as such, we must now look to our backup plan.”

your heart sinks.

with all the commotion, you’d nearly forgotten what you went to the golden house for to begin with. to deter childe from summoning osial. suddenly, all the tension and uneasiness from the fight creeps back into your spine and the traveler notices instantly, visibly becoming concerned herself.

“childe…” you warn.

paimon, on the other hand, remains clueless. “backup plan?”

“i had hoped it would never come to this… for the weak to be swept away in the process. the truth is, the world belongs to those who pursue strength- i seldom willingly involve myself with the weak. unfortunately, we cannot be picky about our methods as fatui harbingers, children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometimes.”

his choice of words and childish expression seems to only pour more salt into the wound- famously something you heard his mother nag him about when you were younger, which in turn you’d hear him complain about to you in private. seems like he’s more than learned to eat his vegetables and only the gods may know how much you wish he didn’t.

“so what’re you planning to do?”

“i will awaken the god that lies dormant beneath guyun stone forest.”

“a god?!” paimon exclaims.

you sigh, shamefully averting your gaze to the ground. “osial, overlord of the vortex… he was defeated by rex lapis in the archon war. he’s remained pinned beneath the geo archon’s spears in guyun stone forest ever since.”

“if such an ancient god were to be unleashed upon liyue harbor, defenseless without the protection of its deity…”

your fists are shut so tightly that your nails start digging into your palms.

“he means to draw out rex lapis with a threat to his people.”

childe nods smugly. “do you truly think the cunning rex lapis would just stand aloof and watch the ensuing destruction?”

paimon’s gaze scatters around nervously. “but… the archon war ended two thousand years ago! how could an ancient god appear in a world now overseen by the seven?”

“simple. i’ve already prepared the means to awaken it.”

an amber aura suddenly surrounds childe and within another flash, sigils of permission start orbiting him.

“hey! those are sigils of permission!”

“the fatui have been researching them and… well- duplicating them.” you might as well assist in the exposition of the plan, no point in standing helplessly aside while childe prepares to drown an entire city. any chance of stopping him forcibly was also out the window, on account of how physically worn you were- standing on your shaking legs at all was already a challenge.

soon enough, thunders can be heard outside the golden house- it’s already done. you only don’t feel completely and utterly hopeless at how the next moments might turn out because, after seeing the traveler’s abilities in action, a sliver of faith festers in your chest. now it’s up to her and the adepti to deliver.

“hahaha! let’s see… will the nation that lost its deity be swallowed up by an ancient malice once more? if you wish to drown together with the people of liyue, you’re free to stay and enjoy the show!”

as childe laughs evilly, he’s swallowed by a vortex of water that floats up into the ceiling of the house and disappears without a trace and the three of you that remain rush out to catch up to him. unsurprisingly, there’s no clue as to where he might’ve gone and as the traveler and paimon prepare to head to the harbor and face again straight osial, they stop to look at you expectantly. you tell them that as much as you’d like to aid in the fight, you should go look for childe.

—

“heh… here to finish the job while i’m still weak?”

for someone so crafty, childe is not exactly hard to find. in fact, he’s in the first place you even think of looking- the mountaintop where you first sparred, sat against the trunk of one of the outer ginkgo trees in the area. his position displays a perfect view of the catastrophe you caused, the jade chamber floating before the seas where osial emerges from. childe doesn’t even turn to look over his shoulder when you arrive silently but he knows it’s you, almost as if he was waiting for you to show up.

“depends on how this conversation goes, really- and trust me when i say we have plenty to talk about.”

the harbinger remains silent, only turning his head to watch you sit neatly beside him against the next tree over and waiting for you to keep going.

“first of all… what the fuck was that in the golden house?”

he laughs, boyishly this time.

“a lot happened back there so that’s not very specific, but i’ll assume you’re referring to foul legacy. i guess i do owe you this explanation.” childe averts his gaze and sighs deeply, like he’s preparing to admit something difficult. the very start of his sentence justifies that.

“when i disappeared that day, i… fell. not like tripping on the ground or anything, i literally fell through the earth.”

you feel your entire being sink at the mention of that day. as painful as it is, you recall the exact moment he’s talking about- the very second the disappeared from your sight in the snow, at least now there’s some clarity as to what happened. unfortunately, that clarity doesn’t make anything any more comprehensible.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “w-what?”

“even after all these years, i myself don’t exactly know what happened. i just remember lying there in the snow, the wolves getting closer and closer and then- suddenly, a crevice opens and i fall straight through the ground. and i end up in the abyss.”

the abyss… you haven’t heard much about the abyss. it’s never come up as something of relevance or even interest to you. it’s always felt like such a distant topic to you, like i’d never truly be important enough for you to involve yourself in- turns out you’ve been sitting right next to it. snapping yourself from your brief thoughts, you turn to see childe with a tense expression, as though recalling is physically taxing to him.

“childe… you don’t need to tell me this if you’re-“

“ajax.”

“what?”

“call me ajax, please. i heard you say it back there and it’s been so long since you’ve called me that.” he asks, almost breathlessly.

so he did hear you before. dammit. the desperation for the name present in his voice sends you into reminiscence- about your time as children- how happy you were, how free you were, how careless you were. it seemed just like yesterday you were still fourteen and laughing with ajax as you played in his childhood bedroom. how did it all end up like this? with the two of you sitting in a mountaintop- pathetic, injured and tired as you watch an entire fucking catastrophe happen to a nation from far away.

ajax goes on to tell you about his time in the abyss, where he met a woman named skirk, where he was taught all he knows about combat, including but not limited to the foul legacy form, and where he became the killing machine that he is.

“then… can i ask- the day you came back,” you start off and the memory already brings stinging tears to your eyes. the scar on your neck, the one you still have from ajax’s sword, seems to start burning as well.

“why-… why did you react like that? was it the shock from all you went through?”

ajax’s expression turns to that of a kicked puppy- well in this case, he would be the one to kick the puppy and feel endlessly guilty about it. he eyes your neck and spots the small slit of scarred tissue, flinching at his own doing.

“i-i would say so, yes. if i’m being entirely honest, i don’t even remember that day very well. i guess i was still in a state or fight or flight… well, heh, in my case only fight.” he chuckles sheepishly and you return it.

“i’m… i’m really sorry for hurting you, y/n. i know i’m not exactly in the place to say that after fighting you twice in a day but- i promise i never intended to back then.”

you nod in understanding, you’re too spent to even try to be mad at him right now. looking back towards the fight, you watch osial take a heavy hit from the defenders of liyue just in time. at this point you’re not even worried that they might not win.

“i’m tired of fighting, ajax. as annoying as you can be sometimes and in need of a bicker, i’m tired of being… on edge whenever we talk. we’re clearly having a nice talk right now so, tell you what- what about a truce? let’s not make each other’s lives harder than they already are.”

ajax seems to physically light up at your proposition, like it’s all he’s ever wanted. he nods fervently and flashes a giddy smile that infects your own face subconsciously. you reach into one of your pockets with an idea, pulling out a small object that you present to him on an open palm.

“here. a symbol of our truce.”

you offer him one of the origami stars you made before, it’s not like you have any use for the hundreds of them that you made. ajax takes it into his own hands with the gentlest of holds.

“since when do you know how to make these?”

“since earlier today. i was astronomically bored waiting for the millelith to show up.”

ajax snorts out a laugh, then a second passes by and he bursts into full hearty laughter and for the third time, you can’t help but to join in on him.

“wait! does this mean we can still spar every once in awhile?”

“don’t push it, harbinger.”

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[ficnation]

Withering Wildflowers - Daryl x Reader

Prompt: a bouquet of flowers

Word count: 864

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: pure angst, usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, use of weapons, violence, cursing), major character's death

A/n: This is a piece for @the-slumberparty writing challenge week 1! I'm so sorry I'm posting it right now, but I've just realized it was sitting in my drafts for weeks :") Enjoy some angst!

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

You were withering like the bouquet of flowers he left on your bedside table almost two weeks ago. Your skin lost its glow, greying like the petals of the wildflowers. Your limbs felt too heavy for your body, and your hair framed your face sticking to your sweaty skin.

Life was unforgiving for Daryl. He’s already lost so much—his family, friends, brother, and the life he used to know. Now, the world wanted to take you—the person he loved the most on this miserable fucking planet—away from him.

He sat beside you on the bed, holding your weak hand and pressing it against his cheek, trying to make you feel less alone.

“Daryl, I don’t want you to do it,” you rasped out, fingers brushing over his stubbled chin. You tried to meet his eyes, but you were afraid you’d break down right there in front of him, and he didn’t need to know how scared you were to die or worse—become one of those things.

“Not gonna let ya turn,” he mumbled out, leaving a soft kiss on the tips of your fingers. “It has to be me.”

He was calm, almost too calm now, after he lashed out at everyone that tried to talk to him about your condition and what to do about it. The anger subsided, making space for the fear, grief and agony the prospect of losing you brought. He didn’t want you to see it on his face and feel even worse. He just wanted to make your last moments peaceful and make sure you knew how loved you truly were and how much he’ll miss you—how much they’ll all miss you.

“Can ya at least look me in the eyes?” Daryl’s gruff voice sounded from beside you again, but the only thing you could do was shake your head and look down. The tears fell freely down your sunken cheeks. “Hey, c’mon, jus’ look at me,” he pleaded. He reached out, taking your face in his hands. “I know yer afraid.”

His last words got your attention, and you looked up, meeting his baby blue irises. “I’m dying, Daryl. It’s fucking terrifying, but…” you paused, taking a deep breath in to steady your voice, “leaving you scares me even more.” You didn’t burst into sobs; you had no more tears left to cry.

“I’m gonna be alright, ya know that. I promised ya.”

Daryl leaned in, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. It took him a long moment to pull away. He wanted to cherish the kiss, but all he could focus on was the roughness of your lips that were once the definition of softness—always making him think of the delicacy of flower petals. It was another reminder of the state you were in—closer to death than you ever were.

“Can I ask you to do something for me? One last time,” you whispered, looking at him sadly.

Daryl knew you could read him and his thoughts like a book. He cast his gaze down shamefully, nodding his head to agree that he’d grant your wish. Why couldn’t he pretend just for a little while that everything was going to be okay? Why did he have to remind you and himself that you’d soon stop being you? He despised himself for it and for lying to you. He’d never be okay without you there.

“Can you pick some fresh flowers for me?” You looked at the bouquet by your side with a melancholic smile. “They’re withering.”

Daryl snorted quietly, “Since when do ya care ’bout a bunch of wildflowers?” His response made the grimace on your face become a genuine smile. He could swear his heart thumped madly at the sight—just like the day he saw it for the first time. “I’ll get ’em for ya, darlin’.”

The archer got up from the bed and rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. If you wanted flowers, he’d go to hell and back to get you some goddamn flowers; he’d rip them out of walkers’ hands if it came to that. Daryl glanced at you again thoroughly before he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours in a longing kiss. His fingers smoothed down your hair before he pulled away.

“I’ll be back real soon. I promise.”

You only needed to give her a slow nod for her to understand that it was time. She took the gun out of her waistband and stepped to your side, one of her hands reaching out to grasp yours. Carol knew how terrified you were, standing eye to eye with death itself, and she knew how Daryl would’ve never forgiven himself for being the one on the other side of that gaze; that’s why she agreed to your plan—to make it all less insufferable.

The moment you heard the front door slamming shut, you called out for Carol.

The woman barged into the room, her eyes murky with sadness and unshed tears.

Her hand was steady, holding the weapon against the side of your head. “Just look at the flowers, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“Thank you, Carol,” you mumbled out, your eyes glued to the bouquet of withering wildflowers.

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[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Hi! I love your writing and I just wanna request a headcanon where God Vil, Jamil and Rook felling in love with their faithful high priest/priestess? Gender neutral please and have a good night!

I loved writing this prompt :) Also I chose the name acolyte just to keep it gender-neutral.

Here’s the first god post I did

God!Vil, Jamil, and Rook + failing for their faithful acolyte

Vil Schoenheit

Vil noticed how you dedicated yourself to the performances that were held in his name and how reverently you prayed to him. He decided to meet you in a dream to see if you were truly someone worth his attention.

When he spoke to you, he saw how you were so humble and honored to be in his presence. As he kept talking with you, the more he didn’t want your dream to end. He quickly wanted to keep talking with you, learning about you, just being with you.

You woke up with tears in your eyes, but also with newfound love in your heart. For weeks after, you felt a comforting presence where ever you went.

Vil also started to make more appearances to you, some even outside of dreams. He trusted you enough to see him in a physical form; something he has only done a handful of times before.

He guides you to the center of a decaying forest, something that should be a huge red flag and told you of how you made him feel. You touched his very core and he wanted nothing but to have you by his side for all of your days.

“I understand that this is a very unorthodox request, but please at least listen to me. Would you like to spend eternity with me?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil takes note of every person that enters his temples; newcomers are very few and far between, after all. You were someone that he has been watching over for quite a while now; you were one of the few fortunate followers to have been given the title of “head acolyte”.

He’s become comfortable enough with you to make his presence known immediately. Usually he uses snakes as messengers but for you, he lets you see his physical form.

It’s obvious that he cares for you but he wasn’t aware how much he did until you weren’t seen near his temples for a while. Worry completely washed over him as he tried to communicate with you using a mirage. While he was trying to locate you, he found himself unwilling to want to live without you any longer. That he…loved you.

He was able to find that you’ve fallen ill and were unable to leave your home. He went to your side immediately; status be dammed, and nursed you to proper health. Before he removed his presence from your home, he confessed to you the feelings he was making sense of while he stayed with you.

“I never realized that I could harbor such feelings for a mortal. I will always be with you, in this world and the next.”

Rook Hunt

You caught his eye the very first time you had entered his temple. The way you spoke, walked and smiled just made him know that you were a safe person to be around.

That feeling never faded while you climbed the temple ranks. In fact, it seemed to get more intense. Rook started to wonder what life would be like with you next to him, as a partner in the hunt and in everything else.

He realized that these feelings that he had definitely weren’t going away anytime soon, so he thought to find out whether or not you shared his feelings. He gave you small “tests” like answering honestly when asked about your opinion of his temple. He was just trying to see if your pupils dilated when you thought of him.

After confirming that you indeed have feelings for him, he will prepare the best night of your life. In his eyes at least. It was a trip through a meadow that ends with a picnic. Everything was freshly retrieved by yours truly.

“Mon bien-aimé, will you allow me to call you my partner? I promise to stand by you, through all your triumphs and tribulations.”

[sourbinnie]

☆ pretender.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz + 9th member!reader (gender neutral) ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> a night to remember starring your mom & dad (in the worst way possible) ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> family issues (toxic parents) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> i'm not writing from personal experience but i've seen a lot of people not have the best relationship with their parents. it's not easy to stand up to people you love and you want that love back too right? so it's not you to blame. please know that families are not always blood, sometimes they're chosen and the best experiences come from those who actually care and show you that they are there. if this one's too personal or too triggering, feel free to skip it! i love you all, my dms are always open.

it wasn't a good idea from the start. you have always been on a tightrope with your parents but you couldn't really deny their request since they invited everyone when they were backstage and your bandmates kindly agreed. so now everyone was ready to actually meet them and to have a pleasant evening but you expected the worst. everyone saw how your attitude completely changed when you were in your family home, well if you could call it that.

it was never easy to be on the same level as your parents, for them to understand you. at first they didn't even want you to become an idol since you were risking so much by it but they eventually came to terms with it. right now though you could say you didn't have a relationship with them, your teenage years have gone to waste because of them leaving you in a fragile state. 

it was like you didn't connect anymore to what was going on. they might express and say that they're proud of how far you've gone but when you stumbled and you fell, they didn't catch you. now that they're back in your life (since you didn't see them for so long during your trainee and debut days) and showing up to events to support you, you felt odd. maybe you just weren't used to it and things would get eventually better but you couldn't help but doubt everything in your mind as you sat there and saw the boys interacting with your parents. 

you could feel someone sitting next to you and as you turned to see who it was, it happened to be felix. it was no secret that you had a fake smile the entire time and that your interactions were kinda weird. so you weren't really surprised when one of them noticed it. 

"your parents aren't like this always aren't they?" he asked and you nodded as you took a sip from your drink. considering everything you went through and all the things that they made you live, you could not really lie. you didn't want to pretend everything was alright 'cause you truly didn't feel like you could. you also didn't want to act like my parents were monsters but they weren't really nice people either.

"i just feel so weird being here right now." you mumbled and felix did try to comprehend you but at the end of the day couldn't. your past wasn't something you talked about with the boys and you were sure no one would have agreed to come here tonight if they actually knew the story behind your sadness.

"lighten up kiddo, you've always been this way!" your dad said which caught you off guard since you were sure that he was having a different conversation with someone else seconds ago. you didn't expect him to interrupt what you were gonna say to felix but also you knew this is where the weird comments would start.

"oh our (y/n), never bring the mood up" your mother said and it physically made you cringe but you let it pass. the night had just started yet you wanted it to be over already. it's not like anyone else noticed that you were suffering because of these things they were saying (or that's what you thought).

as the night progressed, you could hear compliments left and right. how much they admired the work and the effort that your members put in, how they were absolutely stunning to look at and just the best of the best when it came to everything. you couldn't recall the last time that they admired you like that and you had to hold back the tears because it was all too much. 

and then it finally arrived, what you were expecting and in front of your friends, your actual family. 

"our (y/n) always wanted to become an idol. we don't know how it happened but now they're here and that's what matters." ouch, they really called you talentless like you just got lucky by chance and they selected you out of pity or something.

"i truly think (y/n) is a crucial part of the team." chan said to lighten up the mood and give you a little smile on the process which you responded to by just shaking your head. he didn't need to defend you, it was fine, you were used to this kind of bullshit. "we wouldn't be where we are if it wasn't for them being with us."

"hard to believe, you're all talented young men!" your dad added leaving you out once again. it was inevitable that everyone was feeling kind of uncomfortable, it was like the attitude your parents were showing before was just a mask and these were the actual people behind it.

"(y/n)'s talent is immeasurable and their kindness is what i like about them the most." changbin said, trying to change the subject so that they would say something positive for you. it wasn't gonna happen, you already knew but you always had hope in your heart that maybe something nice would come out of it.

"well you should've seen them growing up, it wasn't easy." your mom commented and if the humiliating wasn't enough, it just kept going. 

"i'm sure most of us weren't easy teenagers to deal with." minho said and he looked completely done with everything. you knew how protective he was towards you but you also didn't expect him to jump on the train trying to defend you from your parents.

"yeah well it was probably very different to what we had to deal with. (y/n) was a difficult kid and now they're better but sometimes we wish they would open up more." wow you wonder why you didn't do it. with parents like that, better keep everything to yourself right?

you shook your head and grabbed your things to go outside. you weren't gonna say anything, you couldn't, you were never the type of person to confront. at the end of the day nothing was gonna change as much as you grew as a person or as a musician, they would never take you seriously. you didn't expect all of them to follow you but they did as you let your tears slide down your face. your relationship was never gonna mend, it was broken before you could fix it.

"i'm sorry. i should've told you all before we even came here, it was so awkward too." you said in between tears and sobs. you wanted nothing more than for the car that brought you here to arrive and drop you in the dorms. jisung reached for you as he hugged, holding you tightly as you let everything out.

"you don't have to say you're sorry. you didn't do anything wrong and we should've never accepted if you didn't feel confident and comfortable about it." chan said as he looked at you, he felt like he let you down but it was from that. you were so happy to have band members that looked after you in such a way, that cared about you so deeply and would stand up to your biggest fears.

it was hard saying that your biggest fear was your parents' opinion. you could act like you didn't care, like it was so easy to ignore it but you knew deep down all you ever wanted was for them to accept you. to love you for who you are and not who they had a vision of you being.

"i already called for them to pick us up." minho said as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

so you guys stayed there in the cold night, holding you and whispering sweet nothings as they tried to calm you down. it was for sure a night to remember for all of them but especially for you, the embarrassment was immeasurable but the scars will always remain. 

[sentientgolfball]

Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 4

This week I chose elemental practice

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 1132

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist reflects on her conversation with Ifrit when she gets an unexpected visitor.

In and out. 

Breathe. 

Just breathe. 

Every flutter of Mist’s gills releases a stream of bubbles that float up to the middle before popping. She’s been in the lake for a day, or was it two now? They didn’t count the minutes this time. The little chat with Ifrit didn’t go quite like she expected. 

Actually, that’s not right. It went exactly as she expected. That’s why they’re sitting at the very bottom of the lake now. Ifrit had been so excited for Mist. Zephyr had to keep him calm so he didn��t scorch them. He made her start from the beginning when he noticed how troubled Mist looked. She told him everything, not willing to leave one detail out in case it affected his advice. Occasionally through her retelling, Zephyr and Ifrit would make eye contact and smile at each other. The third time they did it Mist called them out, confused as to what they were doing. 

“Have I said something humorous?” 

“No you haven’t I’m sorry it’s just…this is really cute” Ifrit had laughed out. More of a giggle really. 

Zephyr then slapped his arm, though they were chuckling themselves. 

“What he means to say is you’re in love Mist. It’s very obvious.” 

“How can you be certain?” 

“Mist” Ifrit started “It took me a year and a half to work up the courage to tell Zeph how I felt. Trust me, I know love when I see it.” 

“That and we used to share a tour bus with Aether and Dew. It’s like second nature to be able to tell when a ghoul is pining now” Zephyr added.  

“Love” Mist tried the word on her tongue. 

It was after that conversation she dove into the lake. They were never one to run from problems, never one to sugarcoat, but she needed to this time. They needed to truly understand if this was what Ifrit said it was. They knew these things were delicate, that they took time. They were solitary, not an idiot. 

What worried them the most was how different Sunshine was from them. She was aptly named for the way she could brighten any room she walked into or how warm she could be. She was energetic and friendly and affectionate. She was everything Mist wasn’t. 

Mist was cold, preferring to be alone most of the time. They were aptly named too. They were called Mist because of the fog she could create. A fog so thick she was able to sneak up to Alpha and poison him with the barbs in her wrist. It was the first thing she did Topside, right out of the summoning circle. She was quiet and straightforward and rational. 

Sunshine deserved something more from a mate than a cold predator. 

Mist made her mind up in this underwater meditation. Once she truly determined this feeling deep in her chest was love, she was going to tell Sunshine right away so she could be rejected. So she could move on with her life. So she stopped feeling like she had no control over her own thoughts and feelings. 

The idea sent a pained feeling through her. She shuddered knowing this was not helping the case they made up in their own head. 

They were going to get up and swim around, stretch out their fins, but before they could they saw the flash of bioluminescence. They squinted up towards the source and quickly recognized Chain’s unique pattern. It wasn’t a hunting signal, no, he was trying to tell her something. 

You’ve got a visitor. 

Mist flashes a response back and starts swimming up to the surface. They breach the surface near the dock and search for Chain. What she sees instead is Sunshine sitting happily with her legs hanging off the dock. 

“Mist! Hi! Hey! You got up here really fast.” 

“Sunshine” Mist says with disbelief in her voice “what are you doing out here?” 

“I was looking for you. I had something to ask.” 

Every bioluminescent dot on her body lights up at once as her fins flare under the water. She keeps her expression as neutral as she can, waiting for Sunny to elaborate. Her stomach twists. 

“Will you teach me how to use water?” 

Mist’s gills flare letting out a sigh of relief under the surface. 

“If you truly wish, of course, but may I ask why? You excel with fire and air.” 

Sunny hesitates, almost looking surprised as the tip of her tail flicks in the water. 

“I don’t know. I’ve been really bored without everyone around. I figured if I’m gonna do something, at least I can be productive with it.” 

“That’s…very practical of you Sunshine.” 

She grins “So you’ll teach me?” 

“Gladly. What do you know about water magick?” 

“Uhhhh…nothing?” 

“Nothing?” Mist blinks.

Sunshine nods, chewing her lip. 

“Did Rain show you anything?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Swiss?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Dewdrop?” 

“I mean, he showed me some cool fire tricks.” 

“I see. I’ll have a word with them when they return. In the meantime, I’ll show you your first lesson.” 

“Oh! Okay! I didn’t expect to start right away but—“ 

Sunny is cut off as she springs up in the water. They grab her wrist and yank her into the lake. Sunny yelps when the cool water hits her. 

“What was that?” She sputters and laughs, coughing up water. 

“Lesson one, being one with the element you wish to invoke.” 

The two spent the rest of the afternoon splashing around the lake. Mist claimed it was for learning purposes, but Sunny wasn’t convinced. Sunshine didn’t complain, though. She couldn’t think of another time she’d seen Mist smile so much. She would live in this lake if it meant Mist would keep doing it. 

Eventually, though, the fire in her got tired. She crawled up and rested on the shore, sighing as she laid on the sun-warmed rocks. Mist followed as well, sliding up to sit next to her. They stayed like that, happily sitting in silence watching the little waves of the lake. Sunny finally stood when she felt the exhaustion settle into her bones. Mist stood up after her. 

“You don’t have to follow me back. I know you’ve been hanging out here for the past couple of days.” 

“I know” she simply replied. 

Sunny just smiled and laced her fingers with theirs. They walked back to the Ministry hand in hand, Sunshine filled the silence with whatever burning thoughts she had. Mist listened with rapt attention, nodding every so often. 

It was strange really. Normally physical touch made her skin crawl. She tended to avoid it unless she initiated it. Ifrit was truly the only one they felt comfortable enough allowing to touch first. 

Or at least, that’s what they thought.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello Panther!

I am..quite new here and I just must to say that I loved the way you made Master Chief as a Platonic Yandere! It's really accurate and well done.

And I saw that your requests are open (I hope) that's why - I wondered if you could do Platonic Yandere! Doom slayer with a Female! Y/n who is not a fighter but just a civilian?

But you don't feel like to do it or you feel uncomfortable with it - feel free ignore this message.

Have a great day tho!

Sure! Sorry for the long wait, welcome to my little corner of the internet.

Yandere! Platonic! Doom Slayer with Civilian! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Murder/Killing, Paranoia, Sort of kidnapping (?).

Doom Slayer may be a being that seems superhuman, hellbent on killing the demons plaguing Earth, but he does show care towards humanity.

Earth has become something inhabitable ever since he was away by the time of Doom Eternal.

You’re surprised you even survived this long, faking allegiance to your new demon rulers and hiding away in the disgusting hellscapes that used to be your home.

Most humans were sacrificed for Hell.

Others worked with demons to save their own skin, although they could easily be betrayed if no longer needed.

The Doom Slayer became both your savior and your curse once you met him.

A being that you could tell was human through his armor, but certainly didn’t act like it.

He had powers that no normal human could have.

He also had the athletic skill and stamina that seemed unmatched by anyone.

His arsenal alone was is impressive.

When he first met you, you cowered away from him.

You’ve heard stories of what he’s done yet it’s been so long since you had a normal interaction with another human.

Despite what the Doom Slayer does and his lack of sanity due to being used in his past, he holds sympathy.

Someone like you, an unarmed civilian lost in a grotesque world of gore and demons, should not be alone.

It surprises you when he stops his crusade to kneel before you, outstretching an armored hand for you to take.

An action of mercy.

You’d be a fool not to take it in your position.

Your safety becomes one of his biggest concerns.

Many humans on Earth were dead by now or just… unrecoverable.

The least he could do was rescue you.

The entire time, he’d notice you clutch onto him for dear life.

He cleared out demons effortlessly… the entire time protecting you.

You aren’t truly safe until he walks through a portal with you to the Fortress of Doom.

The space station he occupies is large with many sets of stairs and walls of collectibles and records.

Who knew he liked to collect things this much?

This is where you began to reside once, well, befriending the Doom Slayer.

Being a human himself, despite being empowered, he was very well aware of what you would need to get comfortable.

He picked out a safe space for you to rest and walked you through the large station.

He did make sure you were safe beside him in certain areas of course, there’s a lot of doors you don’t need to go through.

The longer you stay with the empowered space marine, the more you learn about him.

He prefers speaking through actions and is a man who just doesn’t speak much.

The most you get is like a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, other than that he usually just makes gestures.

You do not know his real name as he never says it, leaving you to call him “Slayer” all the time. 

He also enjoys tinkering as you sometimes see him in his little workshop area/room looking at one of his old suits.

Sometimes you even sit in the room with him to chat, even if it is mostly one sided.

He seems to enjoy it when you’re there, however.

You also rarely see him without his helmet, preferring to stay in his praetor suit.

You make a comment that he might need to let himself breathe sometimes, he ignores it for the most part but considers it for a moment.

Doom Slayer in general is a protective yandere, him being platonic just changes his motives.

He gets a bit suffocating when it comes to you, a civilian who’s much weaker than him.

He frequently checks on you after going out to continue purging the Earth of demons. 

It’s almost like he’s afraid you’ll be gone when he comes back, even though there’s no way for you to leave unless you were granted access to the portal system.

He shouldn’t have to worry about you being in danger there, either.

Unless something like the time the Fortress of Doom was hacked and released demons happened.

Oh… if something like that happens it spikes the anxious rage within this man-

You see him ruthlessly tear into the demons who threatened to hurt you in the station, right before searching for you.

You wouldn't really expect the Doom Slayer to be affectionate, but at your fear he feels he has to do something.

You feel the armored man hug you.

It’s a hug filled with hesitance and concern, yet also relief.

He tries his best to calm you down from your fear.

You shouldn’t fear him. He only wishes to protect you.

It’s just getting the point across proves difficult when you aren’t entirely sane or able to communicate well.

In a way, he may see himself as your protector.

You can’t fight on your own and he knows this.

You’re fragile, like a rabbit.

Like his dear Daisy….

No matter the intention of his obsession, he will end up comparing you to his long gone rabbit.

A weak creature that needs to be protected by him.

Which may be why he’s so protective over your well-being. 

Deep down, he’s scared to lose you.

The fact you can barely handle a gun doesn’t help his concern. 

Expect most of your days to be in the Fortress of Doom.

You may have no freedom to roam Earth, but did you really want to go back anyways?

It’s a mess down there, it’s better to stay in the station.

Plus, the Slayer isn’t that bad of a guy to you.

He acts like a guardian, a friend willing to put his life on the line to protect you.

Who cares about his intentions or how he protects you?

Here, in his station, you’re safe and sound.

The one thing you wish he’d respect is your privacy, yet other than that, you know he means well.

[scara-hater]

HIII! I really really loved the plushies scenarios your writing is superb 💛💛 My favorite one was Cyno's because I relate to it a lot (it happened one time with my partner 🤣) I was wondering if you could do a Diluc one? He's my ultimate favorite in the game even though I still don't have him (cries in the corner). Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm doing it right about the requesting? This is my first time because I'm new here in Tumblr. You can ignore this if I'm not doing it the right way TT_TT

P.S. Love your other works! 🫶🫶

For you anon i would dedicate my life for him, my brain is rotten for Diluc. Apologies i strayed from the original plot! If you want something more, or different, let me know!

Not proofread!

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Requests closed!

Absence can be filled in a night.

Diluc is a busy man, that much is obvious. He’s constantly analyzing documents regarding his tavern and confirming what is best for his consumers.

So it's quite hard spending quality time when he's working himself to death. Many broken promises and multiple times being stood up by your beloved. Oh how celestia must have shunned your existence, because as of late, you are in your own company. And what feels like the nth time, you have been left seated at the dinning table by yourself.

How awful this feeling is, the house workers returning to their respective homes and the space sits vacant. You truly were alone.

Diluc has told you over and over again, that no matter how busy he is, he will one day make it up to you.

But how?

How can when he's never present? When will that day be? Perhaps you’re drifting apart, maybe he is hoping you forget it and he can ends things there-

"Y/n."

Cutting off your thoughts you jump, "Oh! good evening How have you been dear?" You shift your body to meet the voice beside you, "How are things regarding tying relations with -"

"I would much prefer if we did not discuss work relations, my love" meeting your gaze he expression remains neutral,

"I don't mean to be passive, but I just can't - sigh doesn’t matter, I am home now, so it is appreciated that we don’t talk of the subject."

Ahh..there it is.

You look down and let out a silent, "Of course." Trying to be polite, you grip your hands in your lap.

It’s always like this. He’s never home and expects you to be okay with this play of routine. There wouldn’t be a problem if he at least spoke with you, but this is the most interaction you’ve had in days. It feels as if he is purposely distancing his moments with you, each time getting shorter.

"Well.. It is quite late, I'll be in the bedroom." He states, walking to place his coat down and leaving the room. Only the sounds of his shoes echoing the large estate, are heard until the door can be heard shutting. He’s only tired from his day y/n it’s okay, he still cares for you, right? You saw him a total of three minutes and he seemed bothered talking with you, like you took all his energy. Maybe you should leave him be, he probably would like to be alone, your thought. So you stay out of his way, allowing him to rest.

But that night, Diluc waited.

He awaited your arrival into the bedroom and hoped to see you next to him, but knew that wouldn’t happen.

Initially, he thought it was foolish that you could be upset, but with every passing minute, it sinks in. He saw his mistake of how he treated you, and felt terrible about the events that played back in his mind.

In all honesty, he wanted to collapse on your body and wrap his arms around your waist. But the topic of work drowned out your previous question and set off his frustration. He left you to sit at the table alone, and it isn’t the first time. He now realizes how much he dismisses you because he’s exhausted, a just reason, but He knows better.

Covering his face with is arm, he exhales deeply. He needs to fix this, this might be the last time he can.

Searching each room, he finds them empty of you. His office included, so when descending the stairs, and spotting your figure laying in the living room, he feels relief that you didn’t decide to leave in the night. Spare blankets lay flat, as your body uses them as a cushion, and a thin sheet sprawled just over your hips. The sight brings a slight frown to his features, so, quietly, he retrieves a duvet for your convenience. Walking over to your closed eyed stated he begins to cover you up, only to spot something, something you’re holding.

It’s quite small, and quite red. Curiously, grabbing the mystery item from your delicate hands, it doesn’t take very long to see it’s a plush.

Of him.

Hand sewn and so endearing, your beloved Diluc’s cheeks are a light pink, how did he find someone as cute as you? Archons he wishes he was around more. Maybe it’s time he accepts that his job doesn’t require him being there 24/7. You are so important to him, if not the most important in his life, he is an awful partner if he can’t even spend a single night without leaving in the night and forgetting you during the day.

Putting the mini diluc to the side, he pulls the duvet over and shuffles to lay with you. Reaching to draw you to award his chest, one arm around your torso, and the other under your head holding your hand. Kissing your jaw before resting his head in your neck, arms tightening as he yearned to hug you close, he missed you. His missed this feeling that was once frequent,

“Are you awake, my love?” He says from behind you, fiddling with your fingers he picks his words carefully, “regarding earlier.. I feel terrible and understand that my behaviour recently has put a mental strain on not only myself, but you as well.” Now holding you a little tighter, he continues, “ You my dear, are single handedly my everything, so I apologize for making you feel all but that. I shall finally be in your company once again, with tomorrow morning being a start.”

Kissing the back of your head, he nuzzles further into your hair, “y/n, do you know exactly how much I love you? If not, I guess I’ll have to court you all over again.”

“You better work your damn hardest.”

Is this a challenge?

I’m so sorry for how bad this is

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Uhhh... can i have Valentino with fallen angel S/O headcanons. Gender neutral ?jeez i simp for this moth man x< time to go to horny jail.

Valentino x Fallen Angel reader

Meeting Valentino was... something in and of itself.

I mean, having fallen from heaven, you'd met Lucifer, The fallen Angel welcoming you to Hell... his home. So you quickly understood the power scales you were now a part of.

It took a while to adjust to your surroundings, Lucifer being surprisingly hospitable about the whole thing.

But eventually youd go out on your own, deciding to explore Hell. Become your own person and all that jazz.

And during your ventures across Pride, it taking several encounters before you truly embraced your new nature.

Now with the freedom afforded you, you could do as you pleased, handling issues how you saw fit, a major reason for your leaving heaven.

And it'd be as you explore Pride, exploring bars and clubs, you'd naturally hear quite a lot about Valentino.

He was supposed to be the most powerful, seductive, and dominant Overlord on Pride. A rank Sinners seemed to think was very important.

Granted, your perspective was a little slanted, with you being a fallen Angel, you were as powerful as most Goetia, even some demon lords, although they had fallen eons before you did, so you were a bit behind.

And so naturally, youd think rather highly of yourself. And having heard so much about Valentino, you'd expected him to just be the epitome of seduction and power.

But it'd be as you entered a club, walking in as if you owned the place, that he'd see you.

Now, your new demonic form was rather appealing in an expectedly sinful manner, you being both powerful and attractive.

And as such, it wasn't all to surprising that, upon seeing you, Valentino instantly became infatuated.

It'd be as you got yourself a drink, getting the vibe of club that Valentino would approach, turning the charm up to eleven, greeting you with his ever domineering personality.

The man approached you, unabashedly trying to seduce you. The moth quickly turning it up to 11.

Now you'd met plenty of shmucks with more confidence than brains, killed plenty too. But Val...

Val had an allure to him.

You could feel the power from him, and between that and his domineering and confident personality, you couldn't help but be ever so attracted to it.

And when he really began flirting, you were unashamed to admit it was all rather... alluring.

Of course, you knew what type of demon Valentino was, and despite your inexperience, you played along, stringing him along for just a while.

Valentino seemed to like that, becoming even more flirty, playing more so into his dominant nature. The overlord seeming to enjoy the chase.

And you'd be lying if you said it didn't find it very attractive having some one as powerful as Valentino pursue you. It was rather flattering.

And hed lay it on thick, the two of you having a little back and forth at the bar, you getting more comfortable with each drink, eventually flirting back.

Youd spend a while going back and forth, Valentino getting very interested when you told him you were in fact a fallen Angel, the man confessing he could feel your Emmense power, something he admitted he found very attractive in itself.

Having originally been a goody two shoes Angel yourself, you were still very new to the truly depraved nature of demons. Especially when it came to sex.

So after a few drinks, the both of you thoroughly buzzed, you got rather... physical.

It began with Val getting a bit handsy, pulling you close, hand on your hip and lower back. You ending up on his lap.

Then you'd share a kiss, this being your first, and from that simple kiss, well, things got heated. Fast.

A kiss quickly became making out, and simple touched quickly became groping, the Moth demon ending up practically grinding you against him.

Youd end up in one of his limos, the two of you going at it like animals. Vals rather lewd nature more then making up for your inexperience.

You awoke the next morning to the Limousine totally trashed. With you curled up against Vals mighty form on the back seat, clothes all over the place and using his giant red jacket as a blanket.

You woke up sore all over, wearing little more than a few bite marks and feeling thoroughly satisfied in ways you hadn't known existed.

Valentino was surprisingly charming, even after just waking up, The two of you having a little more back and forth.

The demon would end up bringing you back to his place for breakfast.

Youd eat breakfast in relative silence, Val looking over some numbers for one business or another as you did.

And so, after eating, and after sitting there for several moments of silence, you decided to ask what was next.

Val paused for a moment before smiling, asking what you thought should come next.

You just shrugged, reminding him you'd never been in a situation like this before, until a few days ago, you'd been a "goody goody angel", as he put it.

Val just hummed, seeming to just remember that, before shrugging.

Getting up he approached you, cupping your chin, he told you in a deep, commanding tone that you could go off and waste all that sinful potential out in Hell, doing this and that.

Ooorrr... you could stay with him. Be his. And all you'd have to do is stick around, let Val teach you the many benefits of being a demon. Especially a demon close to him.

So, with a rather heated kiss, you'd agreed to stick close, learn a thing or two from him.

And you would stick close, accompanying the Pimp during his day to day.

He'd show you around the porn studio, the Overlord making sure to introduce you to Angel. The two of you having an... odd relationship, with you being Vals new squeeze.

Youd probably end up fucking around in his office, the Overlord taking you on his desk, the Moth introducing you to many new powerful sensations at his disposal.

After recovering, Val would take you to a meeting with another Overlord, keeping you close throughout it.

Val would introduce you as his new squeeze, and even though it was obvious the other overlord was interested in you, Val kept his cool, getting you to just ignore him, the two of them handling buisness quickly.

But itd at the end of the meeting, when the bastard was leaving. Hed smack your ass.

And before Val could. You snapped.

You grabbed him by the throat and snapped the Overlords neck in a single move, killing him in an instant.

Valentino was shocked, even more so when you went on to kill the rest of said overlords henchmen. By the end of it, you were splattered in blood.

The sight of you drenched in your enemies blood, dishevelled and hugfing and puffing. It aroused the Overlord in ways he hadn't know existed.

Youd naturally screw like rabbits on the way back, Val really going rough this time, a deeply depraved part of him relishing the taste and smell of you in that state.

The two of you would actually have a strange dynamic, as you were technically the more powerful one in the relationship, you just lacked the experience and knowledge to truly utilise that power.

Yet.

Youd get there. Especially if Val got his way.

But even with you technically being the more powerful partner, Val held a dominance over your relationship, in both your day to day and the bedroom.

A dominance you had no interest in challenging.

Youd quickly become an absolute power couple, Val with his Overlord-ship, keeping his little empire of Vice and Sin in tact.

And you, as his boo, the Fallen Angel. Not quite used to Hell, but eager to learn from your sinful superior, there to watch his back.

And you would learn. Learn the best combinations of pain and pleasure. The best drugs to do in the best order, before and after sex.

The many, Many positions one can do with a partner as tall as Valentino, and with his four Arms.

Because you can do A LOT!

Meeting Vox was fun.

He being Val's ex, it was clear he wouldn't like you, especially when he realised you didn't have any social media presence for him to exploit.

Velvet liked you though, the pretty little physico bombarding you with questions.

The girl not convinced you didn't know God, despite you repeatedly telling her you never got the chance to meet him. Most angels didn't.

And well, That was your life.

S/O to the biggest pimp in Hell, the two of you embracing a life of power and sex. Participating in every devilish sin you could get your hands on. Often times, that meant each other, the two of you often trying to indulge every carnal sin you could.

Youd often make a game of it. First one to preform thirty carnal sins in a day wins.

Val usually won. But you certainly made him work for it. You enjoying that part too.

Hey Hey. I made it extra lewd for the Moth Simps out there.

Hope you enjoyed and just a heads up, requests will be open soon, just stick tight. Bye Bye.