#i had alot of old asks and it just got so overwhelming that i would just not get around to drawing any

[rottenblur]

My modern Romeo|J.MILLER

part three

Summary: When Joel ghosts you after a drunk makeout you had enough. Risking your life, breaking into his house was worth it to get the last word in. Only if you knew alot more than a conversation was gonna happen.

Warnings: thigh riding, joel teaching you how to touch dick??? Smut. Messy fucking situation. SMUT IN A BED!!! Kissing, makeout. Hickeys.

“You’ve been told listening to your heart rather than your brain gets you nowhere in this world, yet your feet still bring you to the walls of jackson.”

It had been three weeks since you last seen Joel, kissed him.

You were worried, had he got caught? Would you ever seen him again, did he want to see you again?

It was late, 2am on a Friday and you weren’t with him. It was eating you up alive, did he forget about me? Was all he wanted from me was to get it dick hard?

You throw the book you were reading, one that you could barely focus on due to lack of Joel. Three weeks of being bossed around by your family, your group was ruining your will from the outside in.

I gotta do something about this, if he doesn’t wanna see me, i wanna hear him say it to my face you think to yourself.

Its the least he could do, after making you like him so so long, crave him.

He can’t get kiss you then never see you again, can he?

Three weeks of walking to the so very prized field, waiting for hours just for him to not show.

You get off your bed, throw on a sweater not bothering to dress up for him. Fuck it.

You start on the route to jackson, a route you were warned about by group members. Yet Joel had told you a million times exactly how he sneaks out, to meet you, you knew where you we going, or you hoped.

It was a far walk, a reason Tommy used a horse and not his own damned legs. It’s hard to not get into your thoughts when your aching legs aren’t adding positivity to your thoughts.

What if everything you thought was true? Would you ever see him again? You loved him, did you? Did you even know what love is? Fuck it, doesn’t matter.

You reach the hill before jackson, the enchanting view of it. All the houses, the life that thrives from there made you overwhelmed. How could you be mad at him for not wanting to leave here, a overwhelming amount of guilt washes over you.

A guilt you should listen to but you don’t. You couldn’t, you’d rather die trying to see him then never see him again.

You’ve been told listening to your heart rather than your brain gets you nowhere in this world, yet your feet still bring you to the walls of jackson.

Joel had told you about a place where the wall needs to be repaired, how he sneaks out when he doesn’t have a reason to leave. Thank god for him.

You squeeze yourself through the broken wall, barely fitting through, how the fuck does he fit.

You make sure you’re out of sight from the patrol towers and make your way through a line of houses.

The faint sounds of barn animals is the only sound in the dead of night in jackson.

On the front of every house a last name is engraved in each mailbox, do they get mail? You only heard pre apocalypse stories about how people would send letters to each other worldwide, it fascinated you, maybe you would ask him about it.

Twenty minutes of scurrying through six rows of houses, till you come across a large house with worn down white paints on the steps. A black mailbox with “J.MILLER” engraved into it near some white fencing. Bingo.

You look around, checking to see if anyone was around before stepping onto the worn down steps, squeaking beneath your feet.

You take a deep breath before reaching for the door knob, twisting it. Fuck. It’s locked. Of course it’s locked, why wouldn’t it be?

Stepping over towards the window near the entrance you pull it up, slowly and carefully trying not to make any noise.

You throw yourself inside of it and close it behind you. You glance around the room, it smells like old coffee and pine. Him.

Walking around on the old wood floor, you walk towards the steps slowly stepping on each one trying to make it squeak as little as possible.

God what the absolute fuck were you thinking. You were so upset at him, and yourself for him leaving you alone for so long, you didn’t plan what you would actually do when you got here.

Reaching the top step, you try to make out the dark hallway. A few rooms covering the top floor, you walk up to a door and hope it’s his bedroom.

Never would you think in this world people would be living so comfortably, in such big houses, filled with furniture.

Shit, you had furniture if a bed on the floor and a bookshelf counted. A half empty bookshelf from giving away most of your life to this man. Whatever, maybe it could be worth it.

You turn the door knob easing it open slowly, not to wake him. Lucky guess, there he was. An arm tucked underneath his head, laid onto a pillow. You step closer, his room was exactly how you imagined it. Not exactly, but very close you didn’t think it would be this domestic.

It looked like he was alive. A real fucking human, alive not just living surviving however they could, at what major cost.

The wolves were living not fucking alive, they were gruesome with at the lengths they would go to, for survival. You were taught how to survive, not nurture nor love. That comes back to you when you realize what you were doing, breaking into his community just to get the last word what the fuck.

Brushing those thoughts out of your head and approaching the bed, his other arm laid onto his waist, his bare waist. You gulp down your shame and reach out a arm, covering his mouth.

His eyes bolt open with a worried look, he furrows his brows and searches your face in the darkness in recognition. He mumbles into your hand.

You remove your hand, his brows still tightly clenched together.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

You tilt your head.

“Oh hello to you to? Jesus don’t gotta curse at me.”

“You could have gotten shot? Did you think of that?”

He sits up.

You sit down on the bed next to him.

“Obviously i did, where have you been asshole?”

He pitches his nose bridge and slumps over.

“Shit happened since i saw you last.”

He looks at you, the glimmer of moon light shines on dark bruises and open cuts covering his soft face.

“Oh fuck, who did that are you okay??” You touch his face, he winces and pulls your hand away.

“I’m okay. It’s nothin’ darlin’- fuck.” He shakes his head and says your name.

You stand up, turning on the christmas lights that litter his ceiling. Getting a better look at his face, it was bad, beat to plup bad.

“Jesus Joel that’s not okay. You were gone and i had to come all this way and you’re fucking beat up?”

He stands up, picks up a shirt off the floor and throws it on shaking his head.

“Okay, you make out with me then just disappear? I risk my life for you and you won’t talk to me?”

You walk up to him trying to size him up, knowing he’s double your size. Fuck that.

“I can explain, uh i just-“

He studders, and places his hands on your arms.

God he looks like he wants to cry.

“You just got your dick wet and decided you didn’t want me anymore?” You snap back.

He looks down.

“I just can’t control myself around you anymore, it’s for the better.”

You take his hands off you.

“For the better my ass. Wasn’t you that said that thing about lying? You should listen to yourself.”

He looks at you, you can see his pride slipping away from his soft brown eyes.

“I got into a fight cause i was so fucking mad at myself for missing you so much.”

You start to understand, maybe you felt a little bad.

“I feel bad that your first real—I don’t know what you would call us, romance? Is so forbidden. You should be able to see someone everyday, not just weekly.”

He shakes his head and takes a step away, you stop him.

You grab his arm and pull him towards you, he looks at you, down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

“I needed you so fucking bad Joel.”

You step onto your tippy toes and kiss him, pulling away to see his reaction, he looks at you with those fucking puppy eyes.

He pulls you back into the kiss, deepening it and pulling you closer. He steps back, his legs hitting the bed frame, then pulling you on top of him onto the bed.

Your first real kiss with him, on a fucking bed. Is this real?

He holds your face with one hand, the other placed carefully on your waist. You regret your outfit choice now.

You pull away, he looks confused then you take your gun holster off your hip and place it onto the bedside table.

You straddle him, avoiding his lips and going down to his neck. You didn’t know what you were doing, or if it even felt good fuck man he was the first person you ever made out with.

Yet the way his hips rutted up against you and whimpers left his mouth told you everything. You kiss and suck up and down his neck, grunts of “fuck” and “oh thats so fuckin’ good” left his mouth till you pulled away to look at him. His fucked out face, bruised patches on his neck matched the same hue of his face.

“Oh fuck did i hurt you?”

“Huh?” He looks confused.

“Your neck, its bruised? I didn’t know I could do that.”

He just laughs and shakes his head.

“Shit, you gave me hickeys? You don’t know what a hickey is darlin’?” He squints his eyes at you.

You shake your head.

“I mean you’re the first guy I’ve made out with.”

He looks shocked, and kinda guilty.

“Fuck, really?”

You nod and trace your fingers along his bruised neck, down to his shirt collar.

“You want it off?” He looks at you with a grin.

“That okay?” You ask him nervously.

He reached to the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls up and off. Fuck. He looked even better with the lights on, his happy trail littering his stomach leading down to a patch of curly hair peaking out of his boxers.

He watches your eyes scan his body, pulling you into a kiss, his hand moving from your waist down to your hips.

His fingers burned into your skin with pleasure, god you wished he could touch you forever.

The kiss picks up in pace, so does his hips. Rutting into you, holding your hips tight to the hardness in his boxers. It was embarrassing how fucking wet you were.

A whimper slips out and into his mouth, he feels the vibrations on his lips, on his tongue.

He pulls away, slowly rutting against you with a groan.

“You like that? Make you feel good?” He asks you in a hungry voice.

You nod and hold back a whimper almost escaping your mouth.

“You wanna try something else? Make me feel good?”

Of course you wanted to make him feel good. You liked him, if you knew what love was maybe you loved him.

You nod, he scoots your hips back a little bit, resting on the top of his thighs. He pulls the waistband of his boxers back, his length snaps back hitting his belly button. It was fucking huge.

It was leaking and the tip was tan to match the length, thick veins littered his girth.

Your eyes open wide and the fire in your panties grew.

“You wanna touch it?”

You nod and squeeze your fist onto his dark blue blanket.

“Spit on your hand.”

His words are demanding but his eyes are dazed and glossy.

You spit on your hand, he grabs it and wraps it around him.

“You’re hands barely wrap ‘round it darlin’”

He grins, move your hand up to his tip brushing your thumb on it, collecting the precum. He brings the precum down, moving your hand up and down at a slow pace.

“Am i doing okay?” You almost whispered out.

He picks up the pace and removes his hand, leaving your hand to do all the work. It was making you needy. You wanted him, you wanted all of him.

“Mh just like that, fuck that’s good.”

You look away from your hand and up to him, his gaze is lost and his head is thrown back onto the bed.

A string of grunts and mumbles leaves his throat, encouraging you to move your hand faster, grip him tighter.

You start slowing rutting your hips onto his thigh, the rough denim of your jeans against his thick bare leg.

“You like this darlin’? Getting yourself off on my thigh, so fuckin’-“ a whimper leaves his throat and he continues “-so fucking cute baby.”

His tip is leaking profusely onto the top of your hand, aiding to the wetness seeping out of your jeans. The more you hips more, the faster, the rougher. The harder you grip him, jerking him faster.

Between the two of you there’s almost a single thought, almost. Both Chasing a high, a desperate one, no one has ever made you feel this way before.

He starts rutting into your hand, rougher groans leaking from his throat, just as you reach your high, he does. Leaking white strings all over your hand, and onto his hips. A fucking mess, the two of you are.

He pulls his head off the bed and looks at you, fucked out glossy eyes, so fucking fulfilled. If it wasn’t for his face littered with bruises, you’d think he was the happiest man alive.

“Ah fuck, there’s shit in the bathroom if you wanna clean yourself up.” He leans in and kisses your lips.

A gentle, soft plush kiss.

You get off him with achy knees recollecting your thoughts, your brain as a whole.

“Fuck, you made a mess all over my thigh.” You watch him reach down, collecting some on his fingers and sucking on them.

A stupid fucking grin rushes to his face, a adorable grin.

You walk over to the bathroom, wet a face cloth with warm water and wipe off your hands, looking at your watch smeared with cum. Fuck. It’s already four in the god damn morning.

You bring out another face cloth, throwing the other into a laundry basket thrown into his bathroom.

He accepts it with a smile, cleaning himself up, disregarding his boxers for new ones.

“Cute ass.” You say smiling and sitting onto the bed, watching him clothe himself.

He laughs back at you, a forced one. So fucking sassy.

“You know, i’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout that since i met you.”

You shake your head as he walks up to you.

He places a kiss onto your neck, not one. Kissing up and down your neck with gentle kisses.

“It’s fucking late. I should really go, don’t want your boys on me, do I?”

He shakes his head, that god damn sad look in his eye made you want to stay forever, it was intoxicating.

“Friday? I mean it. I don’t know what i was thinking, i really fucking missed you.” He places a kiss onto your forehead, hugging you. A genuine comforting hug, a drug. You drink in his scent before getting up to leave.

Maybe it was love. Maybe you did love him.

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Taglist: @paleidiot @slvbl @princessanglophile

AN!!!! God damn this took a while, my writing schedule has been so fucked up recently. Send request or questions to my inbox! I hope yall liked this

[deathbxnny]

hello!! may i request gepard,welt,blade and danheng with a sirin like reader?? (platonic since sirin is 13-14 years old in the second eruption comic)

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the cute request! I love Sirin so much! So I made the reader into a kid, because the idea was too cute!<33

Content: Reader is a troubled child, fluff, platonic relationships, fluff, angst if you squint so hard that you nearly close your eyes, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Welt Yang

Ah yes, another troubled child to add to his ever growing adoption list. No seriously, this man has taken care of way too many of them and you are just another easy addition for him.

With that said, your somewhat troubling and bratty attitude does not affect him in the slightest and he doesn't even really react to it either. Instead, he redirects you to more productive and healthy ways of letting out your anger, even if your stubborn and defiant at first.

He'll listen to anything you tell him and tries his best to be a fatherly figure to you. He gives you anything you need and want, as long as you behave yourself accordingly. With time, you'll even find yourself healing from all the things that caused you to end up this way in the first place and appreciate Welt more.

So yeah, an easy task for him.

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》Gepard Landau

He's admittedly a little overwhelmed at first, which is why he seeks help from Serval for you. Your brattiness and unwillingly to cooperate is met by kindness and patience from the captain, which just fustrates and confuses you more, until you eventually just give up.

Once you do, things seem to get even better for you with him. He's willing to provide you with everything you want and makes sure you're always healthy. When he's at the frontlines, he sends you alot of letter and entrusts you to Servals care. He becomes like an older brother to you and you find yourself missing him whenever he leaves, which you'd never admit out loud.

Soon enough, you allow yourself to just be taken care of by him. He makes you feel protected and loved, something you always craved to feel. And so you begin to heal and turn into the child you were always meant to be, Gepard always supporting everything you do unconditionally.

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》Blade

Honestly the worst person on the list to give a child, especially a troubled and bratty one at that. But alas, he seems to be stuck with you, so he at first took it a little too lightly and thought that his scary and intimidating looks may do the trick in keeping you calm. But unfortunately that didn't work out the way he thought it would and just made you behave worse, which is when he decided to begrudgingly ask Kafka for help.

Soon enough, he learned that he had to change his ways a little to be able to deal with you properly and so he began just training you in order to give you some discipline. At first, you were very defiant and disinterested, until you started enjoying the attention and company he gave you. He quickly became a mentor of some sort and noticed how you began listening to him more as time went on, which he was very pleased with.

He will never admit it, but he won't let anyone hurt you now. You somehow warmed his cold and dead heart and made yourself a soft spot for him over time. He shows that by protecting and caring for you in his own stubborn ways. Seeing you have a childhood he never really got to have, satisfies him more than any battle could.

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》Dan Heng

He's unsure of how to handle you and your attitude at first, so he just decides to just... not. He'll just sit in his room with you in his line of sight and do his work, whilst you give him your stubborn silent treatment. Works for him, he supposes.

But soon enough, the loneliness creeps in and you find yourself beginning to warm up to the man slowly. He acknowledges that you are just a very troubled child and is willing to listen to you, as long as you treat him with equal respect. Eventually, he'll let you sit next to him as you both go through the many archives together and he teaches you about many new things. He finds enjoyment in seeing your child-like wonder and therefore just overloads you with information until you fall asleep on his shoulder.

Life is so serene and calm with him, that it's easy to heal from your past. You find yourself beginning to mirror his calmness and nonchalant attitude, always listening to his words in hope of getting more knowledge, as he takes care of you. He learned how to enjoy life more through you and guesses, that fate has blessed him with you for that reason. You can count on him to protect you, that's for sure.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! It was honestly so cute to write about, so thank you again for the request!<33

[dr-ground-zero]

A burden shared

(this is a hurt + sickfic for Luci/Lilith, there isn't alot of snez in this but, i like it honestly and I hope ya'll do too. CW description of a battle field, death, injuries and blood (nothing too gory, i'm not a monster))

This was the end, the end of his life as a Seraphim, as the angel of death, as god’s favorite, all because he dared to dream. He weakly looked up at the red sky of Hell’s pride, the angels and exorcists were now flying back up to heaven leaving him and Lilith to pick up the pieces of their new home. Bodies were everywhere, bodies of sinners and a few hellborns lay dead in the streets. The clouds darkened with rain, harsh winds blew through their bodies with vengeance. Lilith watched her husband weakly stagger to his feet, stumbling through craters of the earth, tip toeing around entrails of what remained. He approach an old abandoned worn-down castle. Lucifer knew he didn’t have much strength left, he used most of what he had to fight to try and stay in heaven or to protect and heal Lilith. Still, they needed somewhere to stay, so he pressed his hands to the walls and with the last bit of magic, he had transformed it to its reformed state.

“Lucifer what are you doing!?” Lilith asked as she limped up behind him

“If we’re going to be down here, we might as well make the best of it” Lucifer smiled softly right before collapsing. Lilith grabbed him before her lover could hit the ground, she watched as the castle changed, its color becoming brighter, bricks falling back into place. Some of the other angels that fell alongside Lucifer-that weren’t gravely injured or dead- hurried to open the doors for her. Lilith carried Lucifer inside while being followed by her fellow fallen, for a while they took residence on the ground floor until they were strong enough to adventure upwards. Many of the appliances and furniture from the inside needed a mend or updating but it was better than being stuck out in the pouring rain.

When she found the-what would be considered- the master bedroom, she laid Lucifer down gently and began to bandage up what she could while he was unconscious. As a day or two went on some kind demons would bring over what they could to help. The change overnight was overwhelming, to say the least. Going from living in heaven and now in hell was jarring, they had lost everything, their home, their food, and those they thought would never betray them were the ones to almost kill them!

When Lucifer was conscious they both had to grapple with their new reality and it wasn’t easy. Still, they’d make do with what they had.

“ih! IIZZSCHYUE!” “Bless you, Luci, darling are you sure you’re alright?” Inquired Lilith as she let her husband help wash the dried blood from her body. Lucifer nods while rubbing at his nose with a wet sniffle.

“Yes dear, I’m alright. How are you doing?” “Still a bit sore but, better than yesterday, thank you.” Lilith kissed the top of his head while pushing his wet hair out of his face with a soft smile. It was good to see him finally not covered in golden blood. However, she couldn’t tell if it was because he was still recovering or if he had caught something. He had been sneezing since they woke up, his throat sounded painful and strained, not to mention the sniffling. Lilith did manage to sustain a few bad injuries herself, some Lucifer was able to heal himself, though others still needed time.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this Lili flower, you didn’t deserve this.” He apologized as he continued to wash Lilith’s body letting her blood be rinsed off and drained by the shower. Lilith shook her head and cupped his face in her hands making him look up at her. Her eyes met his with an adoring glint.

“I followed you by choice Lucifer, I followed you on my own volition, I chose to stick by you and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no need to apologize my love” Lucifer looked up at her with admiration, oh how he loved her so much. Just as he was finishing up to let Lilith wash him up he let out a sudden

“Ih’kgnk! Gnnx-chiew! Hgk-chiew!” A wince and a groan slipped from his lips and he clutched his sides. Lilith quickly reached for him cautiously fearing he would fall over. Lucifer held onto the wall to steady himself and gasped out.

“Sorry, I-I’ll be okay.” Lilith shook her head at this and asked for Lucifer to be honest with her. The blond-haired demon twiddled his fingers a bit while muttering.

“Bm-maybe I’m a little under the weather. Ndothing serious I promise.” Lilith didn’t fully trust his answer, turning off the shower she grabbed a towel and wrapped him and then herself up.

“Stay here and dry off, I will go and fetch fresh warm pajamas and bandages, fix you up and you’ll be off to bed.” She says while carefully sitting Lucifer down on the closed toilet before leaving the bathroom. Lucifer couldn’t help but feel bad for her doing all this for him, he should be able to take care of himself he was the king of hell for hell's sake! But here he was sitting covered in stab wounds, bruises, gashes, and scars. Pathetically snuffling and sneezing while his wife who was still healing from her own injuries was taking care of him. He grumbled to himself while wiping his runny nose on the towel. He didn’t feel as bad when he woke up, but now it was starting to settle in. The aching grew worse with any sort of sudden movement, especially to his chest and ribs. He felt like he couldn’t get warm, his body still shivering underneath the thick fluffy soft towel. His head was clogged with congestion even with his nose running like a broken faucet. And don’t even get him started on his poor throat!

Lilith came back dressed in a casual nightgown with a first aid kit in hand. She went through and rebandaged his injuries trying to be as gentle as possible. She hated to feel him flinch from her touch, she hated even more how overly warm his skin felt to her. She reached into the box pulled out a thermometer and held it up to his mouth.

“Can you keep this under your tongue for me, dear?” Without another word, Lucifer opened his mouth just enough for her to slide the tool under his tongue. As she waited for the results she went back to assessing and fixing him up. A soft yet sad expression washed over her, she was still getting used to Lucifer’s new form. His eyes used to be this bright blue color now turned red and would sometimes change to a dilated menacing gold. His lower half was more goat-like, but now he had a long demon’s tail with an arrow tip that he wasn’t the best at controlling.

His hands which used to be a palish white now blackened from the forearms to the tips of his fingers. These features would become more apparent when angry, he would sprout horns and spitfire. She had changed, Lilith also had horns that would change in size as did her height. Even with the change not being as visibly significant as Lucifer’s, it was still something to adjust to! Yet she still adored the man before her, and he still adored her just the same. The thermometer was done by the time she had finished with the last set of bandages. Looking over the results she sighed and packed it away.

“No wonder you feel so awful, 101.5 isn’t good. It's not too high but, with your injuries, I’m still worried.” Extending a hand out to her husband, she helped dress him in comfortable pajamas as promised and helped him to beg. It hurt him more to see the bandages on Lilith’s ankles and wrists, he hated that she got hurt at all. He watched as she limped around trying to adjust her weight as she walked around.

“Lili, love wh-why dodn’t you rest a bmidute, I can manage on my own love.” He suggested hesitantly he outstretched his arms but had to reel back to muffle a few sneezes.

“Ih hih! IIZZSCHYUE IIZZSCHYUE!” Biting the inside of his cheek to hold back a grunt from pain he went back to making grabby hands at his wife. Of course, she couldn’t say no to him, so she climbed into bed alongside him. Shuffling up to her, he laid his head just barely against her. Lilith pulled him closer laying his head on her chest, her hands started to comb through his damp hair.

“Bless you, I do hope you feel better soon, Luci. I’m sorry you feel so awful.” “Thagks, it's alright Lili flower, I’ll be okay. I’ll be better after sobe sleep. I prombise.” Although she didn’t believe him, he wasn’t wrong about needing rest, he needed as much as he could get! She hummed in agreement and continued to stroke his head soothingly till they both ended up back asleep.

Due to how this cold was going Lucifer didn’t know how long he had slept but when he woke up he was utterly blocked up. He couldn’t get a stream of air through his nose, felt like it was filled with a wall of cement. His throat still hurt to the point of coughing, shit he didn’t need a cough on top of this! He also didn’t need to wake Lilith with it either. So he forced what strength he thought he had and slinked out of bed. The walk down the stairs was agonizing, each step felt like a shock wave of pain that coursed through his ailing body. Making it to the kitchen, he turned on the kettle after filling it with water and waited for it to boil.

Being out of bed wasn’t helping his chills, maybe he should’ve taken a blanket with him. His shoulders were hunched over as he sat on a stool in front of the countertop shivering and rubbing at his nose that for fuck sake wouldn’t stop twitching!

“Uhh…? IIYISSCHUE IIYISSCHUE! IYIIMPH!” He managed to muffle the last sneeze into his shirt thankfully but damn were those sneezes dizzying and strong. It felt like he had the wind knocked out of him! He had to hold onto the counter hoping not to fall off. The harshness of his sneezes ended up making him cough. Clutching his torso torso to try and lessen the pain, he was left gasping shakily for air.

“Damb that fuckig hurt” He whined out before hopping off the stool as the sound of boiling water rolled inside the kettle. Grabbing a mug he poured the water into the cup, grabbed some honey and lemon, and stirred it around, he also made a cup for Lilith. They also needed to eat something, maybe cooking couldn’t hurt him, it was just soup, right? He grabbed what they had and got started on making soup.

He may or may not have overestimated how much strength he had and was beginning to tire out. Fighting his body to stay upright wasn’t as easy as it sounded with each sneeze wracking his body and scratching at his sore throat. Even with him leaning against the counter while he let his soup cook he could feel his energy depleting.

“Sh-shit hih! IIYISSCHUE IIYISSCHUE!” These two had him desperately holding onto anything he could to stay on his feet.

“Luci?” A soft yet worried voice called out, Lucifer didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Lilith.

“Hi darling” He replied while using his sleeve to wipe at his nose.

“What are you doing out of bed?” She didn’t sound angry just concerned, Lucifer held up a mug of tea and handed it to her.

“I figured we needed sobethig to eat or drink so I went and made sobe tea, and soup is sti-stihh still cooking Hih! Kgnk! Ugh Sorry.” Taking the mug Lilith sighed and pulled her husband to her.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, love, you can hardly stand up.” Lucifer shook his head and tried mustering up a smile.

“You’ve done so much already, and I’m perfectly well enough to make something for us, you’re still hurt too. I didn’t want you to do too much” Lucifer’s voice cracked almost painfully, Lilith cringed at how bad he sounded. Reached for a cloth she pressed it to his nose.

“Blow your nose dear, I can hardly understand you.” Blushing in embarrassment Lucifer tried to wiggle his way out of it but Lilith wasn’t having it. So he did as told, even though he hated being this weak in front of her. She gingerly cleaned up his face before looking at the contents in the pot grabbed the spoon to stir things around and added spices.

“I’ll take care of the soup, you sit back and enjoy your tea okay.” Lucifer pouted at this and tried to protest this.

“I’ve got it Lili Flower, please.” His attempt was weak, and Lilith smiled at him warmly.

“I know you do, and you got just about everything started, i’m just finishing it up for you, like how we used to. So please let me help.” She kissed his forehead, she could feel the heat radiating from him and it worried her. He shouldn’t be straining himself so much, she didn’t want his fever to get any higher. The king of hell huffed and agreed, this was something they would do at times. One would start cooking and the other would either help or come in later and take over. Yet he didn’t want Lilith doing all the work.

When the soup was done, they went back up the stairs to their bedroom and curled up under the covers. They both ate their soup cuddled up beside each other. The warmth of the soup and tea did wonders at warming him up from the inside. For once he wasn’t shaking like a leaf in the wind, it was also loosening up the congestion clogging up his head. The only downside was it made his nose run which resulted him in not so gently rubbing and wiping at it to keep himself from making a mess. Lilith looked over at him hearing a small grumbling noise from him and saw him harshly scrubbing at his nose that was almost a bright red color. She giggled a little at this, she couldn’t help but comment on it.

“Oh Luci love, be careful. Your nose is already so red.”This had Lucifer blushing deeper and almost looking crossed-eyed down at his nose. Lilith laughed harder at her husband’s antics.

“How's your soup?” Lucifer asked trying to keep from blushing any harder.

“It's good, you did a good job love.” Lucifer grinned a little at her compliment and leaned into her side as he set his bowl aside.

“I’mb glad, felt bad about you doig everything, I had to do sobethig for you.” Lilith’s brows furrowed confusedly, setting down her own bowl she asked for him to elaborate. Lucifer’s grin turned sheepish and the tips of his pointy ears tinted the same as his cheeks.

“W-well you’ve been taking care of me since we fell from hell. You’ve been doing everything, bandaging me up, helping me shower, making food, helping the other fallen, and all I’ve done was lie here like a pathetic log while you did all the work.” Tears lined the rims of his eyes as he looked away from the half-human half-demon queen. He looked down at his bandaged arms as he couldn’t face her like this.

“Y-You don’t deserve this Lilith…You deserve to be happy, you deserve to see the good in people, and you deserve to see the light and be up in paradise….Not stuck down here with sobe loser who thigks his dreams will get hib ady where.” Before Lucifer could continue as the tears rained down his face, he felt warm palms gently cup his face and the weight of the bed shifting. He was pulled into a tender kiss by the woman who was now straddling his waist. She made sure not to put too much of her weight on him as she did this not wanting to hurt him.

“Lucifer, I told you before, I chose to do this with you. From the moment I left Adam to now, everything I did was by choice. Sure some things I did unsure of the outcomes but I do not regret them, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be with you. I’m taking care of you because you took care of me, you took the brunt of the attack, you took those spears, arrows, and whatever else they threw at you….When they took me from you and asked whether I would take the same fate as you, I knew that I would be exiled, but I chose to do it because I would still be with you. That is all that matters to me. That I am with you, and that we are both happy. Me taking care of you is the least I could do for you!” She pulled him into a hug as she continued.

“I love you, whether you are Sameal the Seraphim and angel of death, or Lucifer Magne Morningstar, sin of pride and king of hell. You took a risk, and it may not have gone as planned, but it's a start, and I don’t want you to give up. Please. Lucifer.” Her voice breaking as she pleaded to him, Lucifer hesitantly wrapped his arms around her slowly melting into her embrace.

“So please just let me take care of you….You don’t have to take this on all on your own…” Her voice almost a whisper. At first, Lucifer remained silent before he nuzzled his face into the crook of her shoulder while nodding.

“Alright, my precious Lili flower. We can share this burden together…as king and queen.”

[faghubby]

Blushing Groom

"How's my virgin husband feeling" Jennifer laughed as she grabbed my ass. As she pushed me into the honeymoon suite.

"Your mom asked when she would be a grandmother" she laughed as she dropped her dress on the floor. She stood wearing a white corset and satin panties. We had never had traditional sex. Now at 28 years old I was a virgin. I had met Jen four years ago. When she learned I was a virgin she loved it. And insisted I stay a virgin until we where married. That did not apply to her. I often oral pleased her or used a strapon to to make loveto her. The strapon was much bigger then my 4 inch penis. She assured me it didn't matter. Jennifer also did not like me masterbating she considered it cheating on her. I had to settle for dry humping her or the occasional hand job.

But now we where married, I was so excited as she removed my tux. I stood before her naked. As we kissed I was so looking forward to having sex with her. Before we even got in bed I exploded all over her thigh.

"OH sweety, it's okay. You just had a long day" Jennifer said softly as she pulled me to the bed. She pushed my head down between her thighs. I pulled her panties off. And orally pleased her. After I had made her cum. Jen pulled me up and I rested my head on her breast. She had me kiss and suck her breast as she held me.

"I like you this way, Paul" she said. I went to ask what she meant but she just held me in place and continued.

"You are so submissive to me, I would like our marriage to be the same. I think you like it as well, you love being my submissive virgin" she told me. I lifted my head. And looked into her eyes.

"I want you to stay a virgin" she said holding my head softly.

"Jen, you said. But can't we" I whined

"Now be still, we can still have fun" she informed me.

"What about kids?" I said softly

"We don't have to worry about that now" Jen said. I had gotten another erection as we talked.

"Well your little penis likes the idea" Jennifer laughed. She pushed me aside and got up I watched as she walked across the room naked. She opened her suitcase and pulled out the strapon. I was shocked when she put it on herself and attached a smaller dildo.

"I am going to take your virginity, a different way" she said as she approached the bed. She had shoved her finger in my ass on the past.

"Jen, I think we should talk about this" I said.

"No, I don't think so" Jen said. And climbed in the bed.

"I am going to fuck your ass" she said bluntly. And pushed my legs up towards my chest. She applied lube to my ass and worked two fingers in. She also lubed her toy.

"Tell me you want this" Jennifer smiled. I couldn't tell her no. I just swallowed hard.

"Yes, I want youto take my virginity " I said softly. She pushed the tip of her toy into my ass. It was uncomfortable but didn't hurt. Jen went slow allowing me to adjust. Soon I had 6 inches of "her cock" in my ass. As she started to move in and out. She was slow and gentle kissing me. She didn't fuck me. She made love to me.

"This is how it should be" Jennifer whispered softly in my ear. I started to cry as my emotions of the day and all that was happening overwhelmed me. She continued for ten maybe fifteen minutes before she pulled her cock free. And we laid in each other's arms. I was no longer hard desired to be. I just laid there as Jennifer held me tight. We both fell asleep.

When I woke Jen was sitting at the table in the room. It was 2am.

"Hello sleepyhead" Jen smiled as she looked up. I grabbed a robe and went to her. I kissed her then looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at on her phone.

"What are you reading about?" I asked.

"Sissy husband's roles in marriage " Jen said plainly. I again became nervous on what her plan was. She pulled me onto her lap.

"Shh, it's okay, let me show you what I have learned" she said her hand reaching inside my robe. She played with my penis as she showed me what she had found.

"Alot of husbands like to wear panties to show their wives who is in charge of the relationship" Jen said showing me several pics and articles about it. But quickly moved on.

"Disapline is also important to make sure husbands remember their place" she showed me pics of men in chastity cages or being spanked. I looked at her with surprise. But she just squeezed my balls softly. And continued

"You were worried about children, well I could find a lover a real man with a big dick to father our kids" she said calmly. " they will be big and strong. Not weak and submissive like thier daddy" she said kissing me. She kept me on edge not allowing me to cum.she then stopped.

"Why don't you pick out a pair of my panties" she said suddenly. I stood and hesitated. Jen smacked my ass. I jumped and did as she said. I grabbed a pair of white panties with a lacy waist from her suitcase. I handed then to Jen. She Ben and held them so I could step into them. She pulled them up my legs and removed my robe. She had me spin so she could check out my ass.

"You are my husband, my best friend. I love you so much. This will not change. To the outside world you are a man. Tell your friends what you please. But with me, you are my sissy husband. And will obey me" she told me. She rubbed my ass.

"How do they feel" she asked.

"They are very soft" I mumbled. She pushed me to my knees and I buried my head between her thighs and devoured her pussy with a feverish desire. We enjoyed our honeymoon I found myself easily submitting to her every wish. She took my ass every night.

Jennifer had taken me shopping as well buying me a selection of panties of my own. Since I would wear nothing but panties from now on. She especially liked me in a thong she had bought me. Having me wear it for the trip home.

At home things continued, Jen would mention things.

"I read having virgin husband's shave off thier body hair to remind then they are virgins" she would then send me articles on hair removal. And buy me razors and hair removal cream. It would continue and her mood would sour until I gave in. She again did this with chores around the house. Or letting my hair grow. She even pierced my ears.

Over the first six months she slowly added or transformed things. My mother and sister both made comments about my demeanor and style.

"Jen, we have to stop" I said almost in tears as we left my mother's house. She drove, she always drove now.

"Itisnt my fault you like being so girlie, I didn't make you act like this outside of the house" she scolded. I immediately fell silent we had not had a single argument since the wedding. I excepted she was in charge and thus right.

"If you can't control yourself you can explain your role in our marriage " Jen said rubbing my leg. I instantly got hard and had to adjust myself in the tight jeans Jen liked me to wear.

"Stop that, should we discuss the chastity cage again?" She asked. We had discussed it several times but had decided I could control myself from playing with it. So even though we had bought one I rarely wore it.

"No, it was just" I looked at her and fell silent she didn't want excuses

Jen turned the car around and drove back to my mother's.

"Let's go, I am not going to be the bad guy. You will explain why you act so girlie" Jen said taking my hand she led me inside.

Everyone was surprised and had obviously been talking about us when we walked back in.

"Paul has something to tell all of you" Jen told them.

"Mom, I um. Well I am a virgin." I spit out. My mom along with my sister brother in law, uncle, aunt and grandmother seemed confused.

"You see, I wanted to stay a virgin and well" I was just mumbled

"Paul asked me to have a different kind of marriage." Jen explained. Speaking up for me.

"He wanted to remain a virgin, and have me take control of the relationship." She told them. "To remember I am in charge he loves to wear panties, he also keeps himself free of body hair. This has led him to take on a more submissive role. The odd tendencies you notice is due to this" she told them. To my surprise my mother stood and hugged Jen.

" my poor girl, I can't believe you have gone through all this" mom looked at me disappointed.

"No, Diane I love him so much. I except al, of this" Jen said to my mother.

"Well sit I need a drink" Jen and my mom sat at the table with my sister.

"Why don't you go do the dishes for your mom" Jen said plainly I dropped my head and went into the kitchen. I didn't hear anything that was discussed. But after I finished the dishes Jen and i left once again.

"Diane, wants to be a grandmother." Jen said as she drove.

"She thinks I should find a sperm donor soon" Jen informed me.

That evening she had me take pics of her. Clothed and naked. So she could set up a dating profile on a cuckold site. I cried myself to sleep knowing I would soon being raising another man's child.

[muuurder]

I would love to hear the absolute hours of headcanons you have for Brahms.

Hi anon I don’t know who you are but I love you oh my god. Into my pocket you go. So I have so many, But we’ll start with like 10 lol. But please feel free to ask more. Y’all got no clue how much seratonin this is giving me lol.

Brahms’s favorite story is beauty and the beast. He relates to the beast and he’s an insane hopeless romantic.

He is actually a very clean dude. His entire room was incredibly tidy from what we seen, I think his hygiene dipped because 1) he lived in an old house that was noisy so you can only imagine the amount of noise taking a bath would take. Not to mention, finding the time since greta can’t leave. 2) Greta was there and his parents left him for literal months. He had a wash bin and couldn’t wash clothes. I can only imagine how gross he also felt.

I think, he actually would love a pet. I like to think he gets a maine coon cat who also helps detour the rat problem so the nanny doesn’t have to kill the rats (i like rats. Obviously can’t domestic feral rats, but they’re very smart and I don’t like rat or mice traps. A maine coon is big enough to scare em off until the house can be properly fixed.)

The maine coon is named king. I have a whole story you guys I’m not joking I just hoooooo.

Alot of people think brahms needs a motherly type as far as love interest but Imma be real honest, his type is fiesty. Someone who can buck him and keep him in place while respecting him and can also be sweet? ugh a queen if you will. He loved a multi-faceted bitch lol. 

I also think despite his parents being conservative, he would absolutely be open minded especially in regards to gender and sexuality. He doesn’t know enough and any one who came in clearly different, he’d be very intrigued. His sexuality? literally anyone who shows him any compassion. He’s a trauma gay im convinced. Pry it from me lol.

He is a music snob however  lol. Tragic for me, he hates metal music. He prefers classical and opera. Some modern music he likes. Particularly I can see him liking uh cigarettes after sex, and indie real well. possibly new wave? He’ll try anything but don’t get onto him when he scrunches his face when he hears something he dislikes. He’s blunt he’ll tell you it’s awful lol.

I think the first time he would go out in the sun would be overwhelming. His eyes have been adjusted to darkness, so clearly it would hurt and be overstimulating. You’d have to ween him into it.

The moment he can take a bath, try my ass he smells like fancy ass soap. We’re talking bergamot (idk how to spell it but its citrus), eucalyptis, He just smells really fresh alright. Like hugging him post bath is such a good time.

I think he can cook, but fuck he can’t bake for shit. He can do basic cooking but ask him to bake a cake or pancakes and somehow it turns to shit. It’s endless frustration. He will happily help you though. He’s a good kitchen helper. Or anything helper. He’s a bit of a golden retriever boy tbh. He wants to help you constantly. He opens doors, he helps carry groceries, like he wants to be helpful. 

I got way more so feel free to ask lol.

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

[nerves-nebula]

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture. Like you don't have to answer if you don't want to, it's just I was curious since I'm also Nigerian but I've never really left this godforsaken country(I say this both affectionately and with burning hostility)

Like did your dad ever like make an attempt to teach you your language or was he like my grandpa and just refuse to teach it to his kids😭

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave? (I dare you to say jollof rice🌚) mine is banga soup and white rice or ofada stew and white rice

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

And I totally agree about the beating being normalized in poc households😭. Your blog really helped me realize that my mom was kind of abusive (and I'm still kind of in denial about it) because over here it's so horrifying how normalized it is to beat your kids until they've turned black and blue.

I was talking to classmates and we were bonding over the fact our parents used to beat us with like wires, sticks, belts and stuff and how they overdid it alot of the time and made us scared shitless and one of them was literally telling me how she fell a glass cup and broke it and got some glass in her foot and she couldn't even tell her parents because she was too scared to get flogged so the babe performed surgery on her self with a DIRTY RUSTY razor at 10 yrs old💀.

And let me tell this convo wasn't even heavy, we were all laughing and joking about it and shit.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves??? And when I said why beat your children like they're animals instead of treating them like little humans with developing minds that make mistakes and grow and these fools laughed at me and looked at me confused like I was speaking French to them😭 and I'm screaming jesus what a life😭😭😭😭

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy😭😭😭😭

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem😭😭😭😭😭😭

Sorry if this is overwhelming, I just got really excited at the word Nigeria lol. I hate this stupid country and its stupid ppl so much but yet sometimes I'm filled with such overwhelming love for it and its stupid inhabitants. I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

Sorry again for the rant😭😭😭😭

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture.

ive never left America, so no. im sorry, i wish i was more connected to it a lot of the time but it just feels too late for that to me.

he never taught me his language either (Tiv) though he did speak it when he was around the house. but he wasnt around a lot. when i asked him why he didnt try to teach us he just shrugged like it wasn't a priority. he started staying in nigeria for most of the year only coming back for a few months every now and then so i probably wouldnt have picked it up even if he HAD tried.

I've never even called myself Nigerian, not because I don't want to be but because of the embarrassment of having to explain that yeah im Nigerian but... not really Nigerian. I wouldn't want to disappoint any REAL Nigerians by basically being raised as a white American kid and knowing nothing about Nigeria.

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave?

i've only ever had pounded yam and okra i think, it wasnt bad but it also apparently wasnt made properly. my mom would make it and my dad would be like "this isnt even real pounded yam what the hell is this" and then nothing would change the next time around haha. so i dont think i can say ive ever eaten Nigerian food, sorry. my oldest sister has tho, when she went to visit him. i hate spices though, they hurt too much, so i doubt I'd enjoy it. which i feel kinda bad about. but ive got a lot of issues about food, and being forced to eat food, so. yeah.

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

GOD I wish. i wish he'd taught us literally fucking anything.

now that most of us are adult-aged he's been asking us to come visit him in nigeria. he's clearly very lonely, but i dont want to be alone with him in a country where he controls everything about where i stay and what i do and what i eat (he doesnt understand my eating restrictions and it would be hellish to starve because of that)

two of my sisters have gone to visit him and it sounds like it was fucking AWFUL tbh. i'd go with them but not with him.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves???

yeah this mindset is wild to me, cause if a kid is too young to understand why what they did is wrong then why are you beating them?? that wont help they literally don't understand?? and if they AREN'T too young to understand then explain it to them! People who beat their kids are just admitting they dont know how to solve problems or vent frustration without violence. And if they had control over the people around them, they would USE violence to force them to comply, but since they only have control over their kids they can only beat their kids.

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy

my dad is the only Nigerian i really know, but from what I know about him this is very true. he's insanely traumatized from like, civil war stuff and his own shitty upbringing. but he doesn't really believe in mental health stuff so good luck telling him that!

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem

im not very caught up on the political situation over there, but from what my dads told me its not good. my dad is mostly interested in the education system though, its like his life's work and all he's ever wanted to was to be put in charge of it and get kids educated so they have opportunities like he did or something. idk. he thinks education is the key to making Nigeria better and i dont exactly disagree with his life mission but hey, I don't live there. what do i know.

he apparently helped get the current president elected in hopes that he'd be good, but it doesnt appear things are going well. Every time he'd come home when I was younger though, that was the main thing he talked about. Getting his guy elected.

he texted me a bit ago to say he'd met with the president multiple times and was feeling stressed out, but i dont wanna say more unless you end up tracking me or something haha. fun fact tho, he's apparently been almost assassinated at least twice. like maybe he's just super paranoid, but he KNOWS someone hired a guy to assassinate him at least once because that guy was his friend and came up to him one day like "yo watch out someone's trying to kill you lol" or something.

idk he told me that story when i was younger so maybe i have the details wrong.

I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

ohh i remember you! what a coincidence haha.

[dirtyvulture]

😎 Sooo it’s ground hog day ( Feb 2nd) and PHIL the ground hog did NOT see his shadow and that means EARLY SPRING !!!!!!!!

I have been talking to a friend about sooo many ideas/ head canons and the such and since vulture is taking a well deserved break ( no rush to come back) I didn’t want to overwhelm with soo many of my thoughts/ posts so until Vulture is all caught up this will be my last post. . But since it’s a happy occasion I will in part some of my SB and DK AU thoughts . I have also been really enjoying rereading some books in a trilogy( I have the first two books and I am currently rereading the second book) and the third and final book comes out a day before my birthday. The book comes out on the 6th and my birthday is the 7th .

So I can see R in DK really enjoying this silly little holiday of ground hog day and the silly superstition of early spring or six more weeks of winter based off if a ground hog had seen its shadow or not . This has been a tradition / holiday for the past 137 years ( this year) , it’s not like people had a alot of entertainment opportunities back then so yeah of course there is a silly little holiday like this and R enjoying it as the simple little thing that it is ( she obviously doesn’t put too much stock into the superstitions) and it always puts a small smile on her face. I think that R had a huge sweet tooth growing up and still has one now to this day , imagine Nat’s shock when she discovers both R’s fondness for ground hogs day and she has a sweet tooth ( because she doesn’t look like the type) . R just bought herself a bag of candy or something like that and Nat is just looking at her ……. R stares back and then says “ do you want some ? Is that why you’re staring at me , because I BOUGHT THIS WITH MY OWN MONEY and I have every right to enjoy sweets if I want to ….. I am a GROWN ASS WOMAN who is over a CENTURY OLD ( she is being defensive because she used to get in SO MUCH TROUBLE with eating candy that was to be used for banquets or other parties in high society . Plus it was considered “ Unladylike” to have a huge collection of something like that in one sitting and just having that bag of candy and being STARED AT brought up ALOT …… she is traumatized over EVERYTHING LITTLE THING . Elizabeth Howlett and High Society did a NUMBER ON HER) . R is always willing to share her bags of candy with anyone but don’t just STARE AT HER SAYING NOTHING, R just grabs a hand full of candy handing it to Nat who STILL HASN’T SAID ANYTHING ….. R then just BOLTS OFF !!!!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Nat goes up to Jean or any of the X-men and asked why did she see R with candy they would tell her “ Oh R has a huge sweet tooth , and she is generous in sharing her candy so if you ask her she would be more than happy to share .” Like it was the most OBVIOUS THING EVER.

In the SB AU I think that SB also loves ground hogs day an all the holidays that there is . Nat rolls her eyes at SB and their golden retriever ways but secretly loving their goofy ass ways . I can also see them having a sweet toot but it’s not as shocking as it is for Wolverine R to have one . SB has stashes of candy and sweets when on base and deployments . They are also generous in sharing their candy so if anyone were to ask they would give that person some. I have talked a bit about DK R reading a lot as a kid ( again not a lot of entertainment options back then) and I believe that Wolverine R is still a avid reader. I think that SB didn’t like reading much as a kid but when they got their hands on a special book/ story / author it all clicked for them and they fell in love with reading . I was the same way as a kid , I HATED READING until I found the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan when I was 12 . I wonder if DK Nat and SB Nat are avid readers and who else would be a avid reader in both universes . Who else has a sweet tooth and enjoys the silly little holiday that is ground hogs day .

It is so good to see these again in my inbox even though I take forever to respond now lol

:) What book series are you reading?

I feel like groundhogs should be related to wolverines in some way so that is another reason why R likes them so much 😂

And not R NOT sharing her candy with Nat. But I feel like if Nat glares at her hard enough, she will offer some (but not much) of her candy to Nat.

Sergeant Beef definitely loves ground hog day, they are also just a big animal lover in general. I'm not sure about SB having a sweet tooth, maybe they used to but gave it up in order to become the 100% beef they are now?

I think Nat from the DK universe would also like to read, especially once she is allowed to pick books of her own (since the RR specifically had them read boring manuals and ancient works). I can't really see Sergeant Nat reading much though lol.

[giggly-squiggily]

Can I request some lee Mikan ler Ibuki? Thank you! :D

I gotcha anon! :D I haven’t written for my girlies in awhile, so this was alot of fun! :D

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@thatbigbisexual29

“Okay…looks like it’s just a scrape and some bruising. That’s good.” Ibuki nodded satisfied at the small mark along Mikan’s knee. “You got lucky- a fall off the stage like that would have done some gnarly damage!”

They sat on the edge of said structure within the Music Venue, the sound of their voices echoing around the quiet building. Ibuki had wanted to practice some songs there- she offered an invitation to the rest of the class, but no one seemed all that interested. In the end, Mikan came, wanting to support her girlfriend.

Things were going well, and at some point Ibuki brought Mikan on stage with her. The nurse was hesitant, but eventually agreed. One thing led to another, the lights became too overwhelming for Mikan and well…

Mikan nodded, watching as her girlfriend pulled over their first aid kit. She had planned on taking care of it herself, but Ibuki was insistent. “I’m sorry…I ruined your set.”

“What- No, no- I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” Ibuki gently dabbed the scrape before pressing a bandaid against it, sounding guilty. “I brought you on stage without thinking about it. I forget how intense those lights can be.” Ibuki bowed her head, shame coloring her face. “And I got you hurt…I’m really sorry.”

“N-No.” Mikan quickly shook her head, heart sinking at the sudden mood drop. Reaching out, she gently pulled Ibuki into her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and letting the rockstar press her face against her stomach. “I’m the one apologizing! Besides, I chose to go up there. It was really fun- I’m just really clumsy. So I’m sorry!”

“We’re gonna go around in circles if we both keep apologizing.” Ibuki laughed softly, reaching up and hugging Mikan gently. “I promise you with my entire heart of hearts you're not in the wrong, babe. You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m…” The nurse sighed, running her fingers through Ibuki’s hair, shaking her head. “I’m sorry- I just can’t…”

“Old habit, huh?” Ibuki smiled against her, fingers walking up the other’s sides and making Mikan giggle. “Looks like we’re gonna have to tickle it out of you!”

“Wahahhhahahhait! Iihihihihbuhhuuhhuki!” Mikan squirmed against the sudden onslaught of fingers against her ribs. Soft, bubbly giggles and laughs raised from her lips, filling the air around them and fending off the previous melancholic mood. “Wahahhahaht abohohohohut prahahahahctice?”

“Oh don’t worry- we’re still doing practice.” Ibuki laughed with her, nuzzling her stomach with her nose and increasing the giggles earned. “I’m trying a new sound- something a bit more…giggly.”

“Ahehahahhaha! Ahehahahahahaha! Iihihiihihbuuhuhuhuhki!” Mikan gently pushed at the rockstar’s shoulders, cheeks flushing a warm pink as her legs kicked helplessly around them. “Cohoohohohme ohohohohoohn! Plehahahahhase it tihihihihihihiihckles!”

“Does it now?” Ibuki was grinning again, her trademark smile that never failed to send happy little shivers down Mikan’s spine. “Does it really tickle, hm?”

“Yehahahahahhas-Ah! IHIHIHIIHIHBUHUHUHUUHKI!” The nurse cackled when Ibuki gave her hips a squeeze, delighting in the squeals of mirth she got in return. “PLEHAHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Please what?”

“DOOHOHOOOHN’T!”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, lovely.”

“TIHHIIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHHE!”

“Oh, so that’s what you want?” Ibuki snorted at Mikan’s shocked look. “Well, I’m glad you asked! No problems here!”

“YOHOHOOHOOHOU TRIHIHIHIHIHIICKSTEHEHEHHEHER!” Mikan squealed, lightly batting at the other as she kicked her feet in defiance, only making herself look more tickly in Ibuki’s eyes.

“You love me!” Ibuki stood on her toes and kissed her girlfriend’s cheek, delighted.

Eventually, when Mikan was flushed and breathless and Ibuki had given each sensitive spot a proper prod, their tickle fight came to an end. Mikan curled up on herself, resting against a laughing Ibuki as she sucked down greedy breaths. “Yohoohu’re teheeheherrible!”

“I’m a true terror! Both in the rock world and in your world!” Ibuki gloated, earning a gentle tug at her hair. When the nurse sat up, she shook her head before leaning down and kissing the other, pulling her close.

“You might be a terror, but you’re my terror.” Mikan smiled upon seeing Ibuki’s wide eyed expression. “Don’t forget it.”

“I like this side of you- I should tickle you more often.” Ibuki grinned, earning another hair tug. “So, wanna hear me play again?”

“Alright.” Mikan nodded, pulling the other up on stage. “But this time, I’m gonna be in the audience.”

I hope this was good!

[hannahhook7744]

The not so wicked stepmother;

Summary; 22 year old Hannah Hook gets to know her stepmom, Emma. An oc based on Emma from ouat with a few changes.

Requested by @dragoneyes618 .

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Alot of things had changed in the 7 years that Hannah had been gone. And while she had been expecting that, some of it she just couldn't wrap her head around.

Like having a stepmother who wanted to know her.

Sure, the woman had been around when she was 15. Sure, she had known that her dad and her were getting married-- it was one of the reasons she had ran off, after all.

But she just hadn't been expecting her to still be there when she got back. She hadn't wanted her to still be there.

She had thought that her siblings would have driven her off by the time she got back. But they hadn't.

Which had been quite the shock for Hannah when she had shown up with Haul only to be met with the woman answering the door to her father's shop with a child on her hip.

So Hannah did what hooks did best when faced with a problem they didn't want to deal with;

She avoided her.

Was it rude? Yes.

But Hannah didn't know what else to do considering that she had been gone for 7 years and didn't know the first thing about the woman.

Hell, she didn't even know the lady's name.

Was she being childish? Yes.

Did she feel bad about it? Also yes.

But she wasn't about to go admitting that now, especially when she still felt a bit bitter about coming home to find that she had been replaced.

So she continued to avoid her and her father while getting to know her younger sister and keeping her older siblings from murdering her boyfriend turned fiancé.

And eventually, she managed to pick up a few things about the woman that was her step-mother.

Her name was Emma.

She was a few years younger than her father.

She could tell when people were lying.

And she was good at tracking people down.

Which, admittedly, wasn't alot of information. But it was something. Even if Hannah still avoided her, at least she knew something.

But as a wise man once said 'nothing last forever' and that included avoiding people. Unfortunately enough.

It all came to head when Hannah made the mistake of letting her guard down at Hope's 6th birthday. She had gotten overwhelmed by the amazing party and had snagged a bottle of raspberry cosmo before sneaking off to the dock.

Which is where Emma found her.

Hannah was halfway through the bottle when the blonde spoke up "those are bad for you. Especially in one sitting"

The young pirate jumped, choking on her drink. "Bloody hell! Don't sneak up on me like that! What are you even doing here? Don't you have a party to attend?"

Emma, never one to be deterred, just sat down beside her. Raising an eyebrow "Hope won't miss me for a few minutes and I wouldn't have to sneak up on you if you weren't so insistent on avoiding me all the time just because you're too shy to ask me my name yourself."

Hannah shrunk in on herself, visibly embarrassed at being called out before flaming up. "Why would I come ask you your name when you already have a kid? You want to replace my mother like you did me?"

Emma sighed. "Hannah, we didn't replace you. Hope was never meant to be a replacement. Your father was deveasted when you disappeared. We all were and I'm not trying to replace your mother--"

Usually, Hannah would just put on a fake grin and bear the conversation. But usually, she wasn't hammered.

"How could you be devastated that I was gone? You didn't even know me!"

Emma just gave her a tired, almost sad look, not even raising her voice. "I didn't have to know you personally know you to miss you. I just had to know that your father, grandmother, and siblings missed you to miss you. I just had to hear them talk about you to miss you. Because believe or not Hannah, I don't have to know you well to care about you"

Hannah just huffed. Trying to hold on to her anger. She didn't want to replace her mother. She didn't want to get another mother only to lose her like she had her first two mothers. So she just kept pushing the woman's buttons, hoping she's leave.

"Yeah, well I don't want YOU to care about me. So go back to your daughter and leave me alone!"

Everything was silent for a few minutes and Hannah thought she'd be getting her wish. But for some reason, that didn't make her feel any better. And Emma didn't leave.

"We aren't so different, you know. You and I"

The brunette's head snapped up, her brown eyes meeting Emma's green.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

Hannah knew she was being mean. And she knew that she should feel guilty, which she did, but she also knew that she hated those damn words.

Emma didn't even flinch. Just staring into her eyes.

"We're both orphans who got adopted. We both felt alot of pain and grief in our lives. We both decided to fight back and take what was ours, sticking to our morals even if it cost us. "

Hannah wanted to argue but kept quiet. Staring at her curiously.

"I was abandoned as a baby and adopted only to be returned when I was 3. I was in and out of foster care, and spent most of my life on the run. In and out of jail for stealing and fighting until the isle was built. I never knew my birth parents. I never got to be an actual child. I was miserable till I met your father. I know your pain, even if we don't share the exact same experiences" Emma explained quietly before moving on.

"I'm not trying to replace your mother or force you into caring about me. I don't want to be a wicked step mother. I just want to get to know you and I just want us to be somewhat civil towards one another. For your father and sister. But if you don't want to be civil, I'll respect that. So what do you say?"

Hannah wanted to turn her down. She wanted to be mean. But she could tell that Emma was genuine and knew that her mother-- both of them-- wouldn't want her to act this way. Plus her gulit was alright starting to drown her since she knew she wasn't being fair.

So, instead of rolling her eyes or snapping, she just gave Emma a small smile and shrugged. "I guess I can do that."

And just like that, a relationship started to form. But that's a story for another time. One down the road.

[alexabarajas2002]

RECYCLE

EVALUATION

For this brief we had to give something old a nice new light. Using painting with light techniques, we are asked to photograph a subject and composite together an exposure that could never be captured with a single shot. One of our main influences being Harold Ross, learning from his techniques into highlights and shadows to composite into a final image.

Shooting this brief certainly was the most difficult challenge so far for me. Since I found the technique hard and in the middle of this brief I got covid so I couldnt complete this brief at the same speed as my classmates. This also turned into a giant snow wall because as a consequence I lost my motivation and that only delayed my already late submission and other projects. During my first shoot, my sd card gave me issues so I couldn't access those images for a long while. The issue was unexpected so I failed to notice until I tried to  composite. After a long period of recovering I managed to return to the studio and while my classmates continued with the new project I had to produce the images. I managed to get better props as well for my composition and ended creating a bigger composition than the first one. Nevertheless I found the new image making process rather enjoyable.The post production process in the other hand was very tough. I felt the majority of it was mainly my anxiety playing games but I felt overwhelmed and felt like I couldn´t get past this task. I enjoyed sifting through images to find individual potential images and textures in each one. But after that puzzle them altogether in photoshop was something I couldn´t get myself to do, and part of me chose to continue with other projects because overall my delay with them after covid was making them pile up and I felt like I was drowning. The process was quite time consuming, so when I finally did the composite It took me quite a few hours to just paint in different photos and the small details where difficult to control with the computer mouse. I fear that this was deffinitelly the brief I carried the worst I may have gotten it done sooner if I had planned my remaining time better, but in this case my mental health was not the best and althought I strive to give my best results in each project I had to choose my well being for this one. Althought I believe that this gave me temporary comfort because then the anxiety got worse knowing I hadn´t complited it in time. My final composite consisted on 3 layer, due to the fact that I had taken over 30 images and there was to much repetitive ones and to much detail to add. So I decided that a simple aproach would be best and focus in the main objects I wanted highlighted. I honestly liked the technique of this project, I do hope I can be a little more efficient when it comes to repiting this process in the future. But I have learned to accept that nothing is perfect and it is best to focus in the lesson of the situation and not in the negative. I feel like the section of this project that went smoothly was the post production research, finding inspiring photographers producing a similar shot. I do wonder how other artists are capable of doing this process on a regular basis as looking into the images you can clearly tell the effort and amount of layers they used tol produce them. Despite this, I found that my classmates struggled with this as well but I really admired their work.

Overall, whilst I definitely wouldnt repeat this brief, I deffinitelly learnt alot and found that the circunstances surrounding me at the moment of it was what made it a stressful experience. Having now attempted it, I feel I could put my newfound skills to good use with a different concept behind it. When trying a technique like this again, I would aim to try a simple composition since I feel that I complicated it unecessarily. Nevertheless to finish in a positive note I most certainly learned a lot about the use of lighting and textures, so still I am thankful for the learning experience.

[luimagines]

Do time or the other links smoke? Or drink? Or do some kind of drugs? I mean when your out heroing you're going to get alot of traum

Something they all at least somewhat have to try and take the edg off or do they have other ways of coping? I am sorry if this sounds like an ask,i was more along the lines trying to get your speculation on the matter

Masterlist

I see what you're saying and I do think that some of them would have had bad habits in the past but yeah-

They do need some time to take the edge off and refocus themselves in the present, but how do they do that in a healthy and safe way?

Let's talk about that.

I don't think I have all the necessary tags so go forth at your own discretion.

Time

Time would have definitely had a drinking problem that would have started in his Termina days.

He's never really felt the need to drink though- he only found that it would have kept him from going crazy.

But as he got out of there and talked more to Malon (and have his supply cut off- (just because he knew where to get it in Termina doesn't mean he knows where to get it in Hyrule, (nor would they give it to him, even if he did))), I like to think that he would have had to find other ways to calm himself down and think rationally through his thoughts and desires.

It happens by accident.

He was working at Lon Lon Ranch when he needed to go chop some wood and he found the repetitive and strenuous work, soothing.

He felt good. Accomplished even.

And a little disappointed when he was finished.

But he started doing that whenever he could and it became his main way to not only blow off some steam but to also calm himself down.

It helps with his anxiety and his need to help feel useful even when nothing is really happening that would require his assistance.

Twilight

Twilight finds that manual labor actually makes his anxiety worse.

He can't really find it within himself to get lost in it because he's already programmed for that to be a part of his day to day life anyway. So his brain can still go on and on even as he gets his chores done.

Twilight finds that a secluded spot with little distraction works best.

He's never really dabbled in other ways to deal with it nor has it come to his mind.

All he knew one say was that everything was too much and that he needed to be in a different area entirely.

No people, no noise.

He likes to hang out by small creeks or by the lake and fish if he really needs an excuse to do something.

Bonus points if he can rest with one of his favorite goats nearby, but that's few and far in between.

It's less meditation and more taking in the moment and letting time slip by for a change.

No to do lists, no action, no survival, no need to be on the run.

Just breath.

Warrior

Warrior would have smoked during the war but I don’t think he’d actually tolerate it all that well. I feel like he’d be more inclined to drink away his problems but with shortages left and right, and all efforts going into the war, there just wouldn’t be enough to go around.

So he’d smoke and hate it.

But it worked in a pinch.

Afterwards, whether through Mask’s and Wind’s influence or the end of the war, he’d want to find a way to quit.

It wasn’t easy but I feel like Warrior would attempt to quit cold turkey. Just drop the habit completely and what does he do when he feels the need arise again?

It’s actually little said than done, but he paints.

It’s less with ink and paint and more so, just moving his hands and a brush around.

If he happens to have a canvas it’s better but again, not easy to come around.

So what Warrior ends up doing most of the time, is taking a brush and some homemade ink from berries and brushing it over his scars. His favorite spot is the massive burn covering his left arm left behind as a gift from the Dragon Knight.

It feels tingly and electric, static follows the brush and the muscles clench with energy from the contact but while it’s uncomfortable for a while, it’s also not entirely unpleasant and it’s soothing to watch and feel. And it grounds Warrior in the moment until he no longer feels the urge.

When the urge is gone, he still does it when he feel anxious and concerned. Late at night is typical time for him to do this, where no one would see him or his scars and judge him for it.

Sky

Sky in the beginning would have slept more than he did before.

He was already inclined to fall asleep easily before all of his trauma, but afterwards he seemed to lose motivation to continue with the idea that things would go back to normal. There was still a lot of expectation placed on his shoulders and it was frankly not something he wanted to deal with.

So he sleeps.

Now this turns into more of a problem with being able to stay awake and to stay concentrated. It’s hard for him to pay attention to anything beyond him and that won’t do, considering me still has to finish his schooling.

What Sky does more often than not to keep him tethered to the present moment is work with his hands. He’s already had the tools for wood whittling but he was never allowed to use them in class and it ends being a bigger mess sometimes than he’s willing to deal with in general.

Sky also has some small pockets of clay that he fidgets with to keep his hands moving and he can keep it under his desk so that it’s not that distracting in class.

It helps him focus and when he thinks about what he’s been through and what he plans to do next, it keeps him from getting overwhelmed.

Wild

I think Wild would have just gone silent and unmoving when he’s having a bad day.

Kind of similar to how he gets when’s trapped in a memory but for longer and he doesn’t eat or sleep. It could last days at a time. He doesn’t even move unless he’s prompted or dragged to the spot.

The lights are on but no one’s home you know.

There’s not a lot he can do when it happens. Everyone just has to wait for it to pass and hope that it passes quickly.

But Wild gets better with time to know the signs when of one of those days is coming.

It’s not much, but Wild like to hop on the back of his horse and just take off.

Feel the rushing wind on his face and through his hair. He’s a full gallop for a while until the poor horse gets tired. At that point he just goes to the nearest stable and exchanges horses to do the whole thing over again.

Sometimes, when that’s not enough, he’ll go base jumping from as high as he can get even using Revali’s Gale to get higher and free fall. Wild is pretty good at catching himself with his paraglider at the last moment and he likes to see all of Hyrule when as he reaches the ground again.

It reminds him that he’s done a lot of good, that he’s capable of doing more good and that life isn’t over just one ended.

Four

Unsurprisingly, sometimes Four gets too lost in his own for his own good.

He’s got a lot to think about and very little way to get it out.

Four would actually throw himself into his work to try and distract himself from the memories, the anxiety, and the guilt of not being enough time and time again even if he saved the day in the end.

This doesn’t help.

He gets so lost into it, in his attempt to stop thinking all together that he completely goes into autopilot and over works himself. Not in the sense that he pulls a muscle and has to take it easy  or end up sore and tired and regrets it. No, no. What I mean is that he’ll keep working for days on end.

No sleep.

No food.

Little water.

No fresh air.

It ends up being a hard habit for him to break. Especially since he finds himself continuously trying to fall into a blank mindset even while he actually works to get commissions done.

So what Four has to do is find something else to do. Four more or less always has to have his hands moving, so it’s hard for him to put something down and not working on it.

He likes jigsaw puzzles, he likes to read, but he also likes to make stuff.

So in the end, when Four feel a little overwhelmed and feels himself slip into a self deprivational state, he’ll stop and goes inside his house to do a smaller project.

So he bakes, he knits, he does his puzzels. It’s enough for him to feel productive still but quick enough for him to stay present and make sure he’s still taking care of himself until the restlessness passes.

Wind

Wind doesn’t really have bad habits. He’s still young and processing his adventures. 

I’m sure there’s alcohol on the pirate ship because pirates. But I don’t think he’d like it as much as some people want to write him.

Like, sure, a cup or two ain’t bad but I just can’t see Wind having a drinking problem. At least not now as everything stands.

In a few years it’s might be something he would need to be on the look out for if he’s aware enough but he was quite grasped the full implications of his position and trauma yet.

Because he’s just a kid.

He won’t know how twisted what happened to him was until he gets older and can he the age outside of his own mindset.

Wind has nightmares though and they’re ties when he gets memories that he doesn’t want to deal with at the moment- or ever again.

In the moment he thinks of his home, his grandma and his sister instead.

He thinks of his friends, both old and new.

The chain help with distracting him and he’s not above using them for the distraction when he feels that he needs one.

Wind also stretches a lot. 

When he was with Warrior, he got into some of the drills they were teaching the soldiers and for some of the nimble ones, they had to start with stretches and he likes it.

So when it gets particularly bad, he throws himself through the motions and holds the poses for a bit longer than necessary.

So yoga. He does yoga.

And it centers him, it clears his head and he feels better after.

Legend

Legend screams.

Legend cries.

Legend will go on a rampage and destroy a whole forest if he’s having a particularly hard day.

Sometimes he’ll go find something big and scary just to fight it. 

Blacksmithing is more a hobby for him at this point because it’s not something he can actually see himself doing in the future. It’s just to pass the time and help the day’s go by a little faster.

Legend likes to draw and when he’s tired after throwing whatever tantrum has taken over him, he’d go to a quiet spot and draw whatever he sees.

Sometimes, when he’s paying more attention to himself and he can feel himself getting frustrated and anxious, he takes a few days off.

He leaves his house and his items and goes up a mountain to think with some food, a notebook and some pencils.

He takes up map making.

Legend doesn’t think he’s any good at it, but with al the places he’s been, he tries to make a map for them by memory incase anyone he knows or will meet decides to visit.

His most carefully crafted map is of Koholint for... reasons.

It’s takes him an age and a half and he’s still not done with it, trying to get as much of it onto the paper as he can remember before he grows old and loses them entirely within his memory.

It’s a calming project he finds. He doesn’t feel sad when he does this for Marin for the people and their memory. It keeps them alive in his heart and sometimes he draws something on the map that doesn’t quite fit into his memory about the island but something tells him to keep it because it was there. Because he was only a visitor to their home.

The locals would know.

He feels good keeping them alive in some way.

It’s what she they would have wanted. 

It’s what she they deserve.

She They always wanted to travel and it’s better to have a map to do so.

He takes up map making.

Hyrule

I don’t think Hyrule’s... Hyrule has a lot of these methods to go around. He wouldn’t have been exposed to drugs or alcohol simply because there’s too little people for him to interact with.

And if he was, I don’t think he’s use them as a coping mechanism simply because they would be too difficult obtain and gather to be sufficient.

I think that Hyrule would actually hang out with a Great Fairies by her pool when times got particularly rough.

There’s something about the place that resonates with him and feels calming, safe and relaxing to him.

As a bonus he’s always welcomed so he can pop in and stay for days at a time if he ever needed to.

He does not stay there for days.

But he appreciates the offer.

Hyrule doesn’t stay for more than few hours at a time because he doesn’t want to attract any monsters to his safe spots but even if the fairies don’t use any magic on him, he’s always rejuvenated afterwards and he feel like he can take on anything.

And given the world he comes from- it’s needed.

[4townlove]

Ik you said all the guys give you trans masc vibes... so maybe some trans headcanons if you're cool with that? general life bits, fame, does management let them come out or do they even want to, whatever you wanna give us :)

eeee im excited for this one! the topic means so much to me but forewarning... this one is gonna be l o n g. i got a littlr excited haga. here we go. now presenting...

4⭐Town Headcanons: Becoming the Boys

⭐ Robaire

he grew up in a large, vastly talented and deeply supportive family. none of them ever doubted that he would do something marvellous with his life. from very young, he was obsessed with romance, fawned over popular boybands and himself had the most beautiful singing voice, masterful range and control over his tone, and his parents wasted no expense in ensuring he grew up to the utmost prestige. Robaire grew up into himself quickly, taking on all the support and using it as fuel to discover what else he could do and be, and that curiosity led him down a path of more internal investigation.

he kept his questions about himself to himself for a while, wrestling alot with doubts and fears that he might shatter his parents perfect image of him if he spoke too soon or wasnt sure or said something out of turn, but by the time he turned 15, he was certain. after a week of putting it off and panicking whenever they looked at him for fear they already knew, he asked to talk to them both. he was scared, deeply so, and his parents seemed to sense it but gave him time, and after a few minutes, he quietly explained how he felt about himself, his body and how he saw himself in future.

his parents were silent for a time, and just sort of looked at him. they hadnt ever heard anything about this topic before so didnt know how to respond, but before Robaire broke down in tears in panic, his mother hugged him tight to comfort him and reassure him that they still loved him, his father not too far behind. 

for a couple weeks following his confession, while reassuring Robaire as often as possible, his parents researched the topic of being trans thoroughly together, what it meant to feel that way, how it might manifest in different people, how to help someone who is trans, what to do as a parent and what resources were available. about a month later, Robaire's parents sat him down alone again, and he again was shot with panic, but after they smiled at each other, his mother revealed a binder and his father pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, asking Robaire to tell them his chosen name, his real name. Robaire's green eyes lit up brighter than any star as tears rolled down his cheeks, a smile as wide as the sky stretching across his dark face and as he wrote in large cursive "Robaire", the rest became history. he started medical transition not long after that.

when it came to being in 4Town, he was the first to announce it and very soon after they debutted. he'd never been ashamed to be himself and management always encouraged him to be so. they were worried though about potential backlash from his boldness but Robaire insisted that this was something he wanted to do. they supported him as much as possible after his coming out, and the overwhelming joy from fans, his family and friends, and other artists only gave the company, Robaire himself and the others more confidence to be themselves unapologetically.

⭐ Jesse

Jesse was confident, charming and very smart as a child. without a father around, his older brother and mother worked hard to ensure he got a great education and childhood, and seeing them work so hard only made Jesse begin to grow into the compassionate man he is today, but there was one step he had to pass through before that became his reality. 

one afternoon when Jesse was 12 years old, he was in school and preparing for PE when he glimpsed himself in the mirror and a terrfying, crushing sense of discomfort engulfed him at once. he froze, heavy tears immediately rushing out of his eyes and down his face. he wanted to look away from himself but he couldn't, and the more he looked, the more he realised was wrong. he was a mess, sobbing in the corner of the changing room, so much so that his mother had to come and bring him home for the day, but once home, he ran to his room and slammed the door behind him. he couldn't figure it out but he felt so much pain and he needed to fix it. he had to. he worried even more because his mother was worried, and when his brother got home from work, he'd worry too. and then it hit him. 

Jesse got up from his bed and wiped his face, sneaking to his brothers room and grabbing a shirt, and returning to his own, pulled it on. it was too big but large enough to hide his bodily features. he pulled his hair into a tight ponytail so from straight on it looked short, and immediately his face burned a blush. it hit him again, and this time, he was more determined than afraid. he stayed in his room til his brother got home, and once he did, he marched out and announced to him and his mother, "I'm a boy." of course, they were confused and asked what he was talking about, and when he just repeated the statement again, blue eyes blazing, his mother was the first to eventually smile, walk over and hug him tightly, kissing his forehead softly, telling him that it was going to be ok and that they would take things slow.

Jesse's brother took a little longer to warm up to the idea but after a few months when they went with him to get his hair cut for the first time, and he saw Jesse in the mirror, he saw him for the boy he was and smiled in a way that would let Jesse know that he was with him. 

he didn't change his birthname upon going forward with his transition, and by the time he entered the last years of high school, he fully passed as a guy. it wasn't an easy journey though, especially after he fell pregnant with his twins, but slowly and surely, Jesse came into himself, growing all the more confident as he began his own life: starting college, having his kids, and eventually ending up in 4Town. everyone who knew him knew he was trans so he didn't necessarily have to come out again, but when Robaire did so to the public, he blurted it out at the same time, making them fast friends off the bat and creating an even greater atmosphere in the company and public eye.

⭐ Taeyoung

growing up in a fairly traditional Korean family, Taeyoung wasnt given much room to experiment with himself. he loves his parents, despite their being strict with him and his older sister, but as he grew up, he began to feel more new emotions and experiences in himself beyond his first crush. knowing his parents wouldn't entertain his questioning much, if at all, Taeyoung wrote everything he felt down in a secret diary he kept in his closet, pretending to sleep til the middle of the night when he'd wake up and pour out his heart on the pages, saving up the pocket money his mother gave him each week to buy new diaries, new pens, stickers and eventually, when his searching brought him to the realisation about himself that he'd been searching for, his first binder. 

Taeyoung would bundle it in his backpack and put it on when he went to school, glowing with excitement as he spent the day comfortable before returning home. for a few years it was a flawless plan, sending new binders to his friend's house who would then bring them to school for him, filling so many diaries with his questioning, name ideas, stories from his wild and rose-tinted imagination while appeasing his parents' expectations of him by excelling in his grades and the extra-curricular music activities he was so passionate about. it was bliss, until the afternoon when he was at school that his father decided to clear out old clothes and all his diaries fell out with his first binder. 

when he got home from school that day, excited to present his family with the news that he'd been chosen to sing at the school's graduation ceremony when he found his parents and sister at the door waiting for him. he was confused but when he saw what was in his father's hands, he paled and fell silent. for a few hours, he just sat with his head bowed, listening to his parents questions and confused remarks, their requests to know who made him think this way, but when his mother asked, "Why didn't you come to us first?" Taeyoung broke down. balling his eyes out, he confessed that he was terrified of what they'd say, afraid to disappoint them, afraid of what was happening to him. he cried for a while, as did his mother, but it was his sister standing to hug him tightly that really stuck with his parents

for a long time, a few years actually, things were slightly tense in the household. they didnt talk about it much, never brought it up but his parents did their best to get the family back to normal. his father comes around first, both of them having long conversations about how Taeyoung feels and what he wants to do.

his mother took the longest to come around. she didnt understand Taeyoung being a boy but still wanting to do and enjoying "girl stuff" but with help from her husband as she watched Taeyoung flourish in his music so much so that he was scouted to be part of a boyband, she finally decided to give him a chance to be himself. Taeyoung only started medical transition after becoming a member of 4Town so management always provided him with the assistance and professional support he needed to do so whilst they made music.

4Town's popularity and success is what eventually won his mother over, especially when she saw Robaire and Jesse come out as trans too, saw how genuinely happy Taeyoung was with the other guys, and how he flourished into the kind, gentle soul he is now. he didnt come out himself publically for a few years but when he did, he did so with the other members, his best friends and brothers, all with him and for once, cried tears of joy.

⭐ Aaron T

he was always "one of the guys" when he was little, being the only one to play rough and tough with the boys during PE, walk over and stand with the boys without thinking whenever his teachers told the class to split into boys and girls, and when he was only 6, he asked his mum to buy him boxers and swimming trunks. she knew from the start that he was a boy, but was afraid of the bullying that kids are known for. Aaron T was all she had and if he was ever hurt, she wouldnt be able to take it, but that didn't stop her from giving him the attention and care he needed as a growing boy.

Aaron T came into himself quickly. by middle school he already passed and became even more vibrant and alive than he'd ever been. seeing his mother's worry about him assimulating into school life while trans only pushed him to make her smile as often as possible, and in doing so, became quite the prankster. he'd swap the sugar in her tea for salt, he'd hide her keys until she was chasing him around the house to find them, or just rattling off bad jokes while they relaxed on the couch watching TV. his mother's laugh brought him so much joy. Aaron wanted to see her smile like that about him, not just from the jokes he'd tell her, so did his best to become a young man she could always smile about.

despite his jokester disposition, he took his early transition fairly seriously, making sure to take his shots on time and keeping appointments, and the more he became himself, the more alive his personality became. he started writing poems that would become raps which he would perform at school while standing on lunch tables much to the applause of his classmates and the chagrin of his teachers, he'd make posters about trans rights and get to school early enough to plaster the walls with them before any teachers could catch him (though a few times they did resulting in his mother being called), and when a few other students came to him to ask about being trans, he started a secret club to help them, make them laugh and give them as much information as he knew.

his antics got him recognised quickly by locals and beyond, and one day, after performing at a local talent show a few months after graduating high school, a man approached him to ask if he'd be interested in being part of a boyband. he agreed on the spot of course, but went home to tell his mother and that day, she beamed wider than the sky, wrapped him in her arms and planted a million kisses all over his face, declaring her pride for her one and only son. that was the first and only day Aaron T cried truly but even still, he laughed through it, promising her that he would continue to make her proud and make as many people smile as bright as she was.

he quickly got accepted as a member of 4Town, his attempts to break the ice with the guys making Taeyoung laughs so sweetly, and when they slowly but surely all came out as trans too, Aaron T knew that not only had he achieved his dream, he had a new family and a home away from home too.

⭐ Aaron Z

Aaron Z didn't know that being trans was a thing until much later in his life. he went through childhood, middle school and high school under the kind and careful guidance of his loving grandmother, leaning on her and helping her as much as he could when he was young. growing up without parents, and having his only guardian being an elder meant he didn't have much time to consider himself, his wants or what he wanted to become, but the more free time he got as he grew, the more he started thinking about what he actually wanted.

it was his grandmother that encouraged him to experiment with fashion and accessories, taking him to shopping malls to help him pick out new clothes that suited his style, getting his hair cut short to see how he felt about it. he enjoyed the "tomboy" style he was slowly adopting, but never committed to it in public. he was so shy that he only ever experimented within the safety of his grandmothers house, but found solace on the basketball court. at lunch, he'd play with the boys and was often asked to join the official team, despite the circumstances. but it was on the day that the coach actually allowed him to play in a school game and they won because of him that he rushed home to his grandmother and admitted that he likes being a boy.

his grandmother only chuckled knowingly as she presented him with his first binder and offered to call the doctor about his decision. his transition was a slow process and not really medical. Z alwsys felt more transmasc than trans man, sticking with just the binder for the first few years and even still when 4Town debuted.

Jesse helped him with his shots, Aaron T brought him out of his shell a little more and because of his help, decided on his new name, Aaron Z. he was the last to declare himself publicly, waiting until their 5th anniversary to do so and once all 5 of them were out, their popularity seemed to explode. they were trailblazers in the music industry, breaking records and shocking the world with their music and confidence.

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if I could request the brothers with a partner thats been away for awhile maybe visiting family or something and the brother is having a hard time with them not around, missing them, so the mc decides to come back early to surprise them. Like maybe they open their bedroom door and mc is sitting there waiting for them or mc pops out of nowhere and gives them smooches and a big hug. What would their reactions be? If you don't feel up to it then please feel free to delete this, I'd never want to bother a writer. Also! I want to say, your writing is really great!! I can't wait to see more works from you in the future!

Some fluff for everyone~ you're not a bother, I just let myself get overwhelmed and some poor timing irl just happened last time - I'll be sure to be more thoughtful about how many asks I accept to do in such a short time

Though I only made it a short surprise visit - sorry!

Lucifer:

He was ashamed to say it but he was missing you

You were having a small summer break to see your family and be back in the human world

For a man who's lived thousands of years he never suspected he'd fall this hard

He stared at the other side of his, foolishly believing you'd be there to greet him in the morning

What he didn't know that due to pact magic; you could sense his mood

An invisible tug pulling at your mind telling you to see him

When he got back home he immediately headed to his room, not wanting to deal with his brothers

"Hello (Y/N)."

He stopped, whipping around to see you on his bed

"Surprise!"

He let go of his shame, rushing over to you and fell to his knees

"I've missed you, my love."

"I know~ i could feel it in our pact, I never knew you'd miss me this much, you really are a softie."

"You're teasing will not effect me this time, are you back for good?"

Why? Because he was whipped and was internally screaming with excitement

"No but I thought I'd pop in to give you these-"

You cupped his face and smothered his face in kisses

Before he could do anything you suddenly disappeared, giving him a peace sign

He got a text not too long after saying you'll pop in next week

Mammon:

Everyone knew he missed you and I mean EVERYONE

even random demons on the street knew!

He was moping around, whining about you being gone

He constantly looks like a kicked puppy

And you could feel it with your pact, you decided it was best to visit him

You teleported in his room

He wasn't there at the moment so you kept yourself busy by playing pool

As soon as he trudged into his room you greeted him

You were surprised his neck didn't snap due to how quick it moved

"(Y/N)!!! YOU'RE BACK!"

He was Infront of you, picking you up and putting you down on his pool table

His face buried in your chest

"i knew you'd miss me, our pact was telling me to see you so I'm visiting."

"only visiting...? You won't stay?"

"Don't use your puppy eyes on me or else I won't give you your gift."

He immediately perked up at that, mouth sealed shut

You cupped his face and covered it in kisses, making sure to mostly aim for his lips

He wanted more

He tried to hold you closer but you only disappeared

Happy to see a note on his bed saying you'll come back soon

Levithan:

Nothing felt the same anymore

Gaming with people was just annoying and made him rage quit

He just rewatched old shows, saving up the news ones for when you came back

Is worried you're never coming back

You took pity on him feeling his pact flare up

You came back to the devildom wanting to surprise him, the human world feeling a bit lonely without his presence

You were hiding in his bathtub, under all the cushions

When he stormed into his room with a massive frown you immediately rised out of your hiding spot

He screamed pointing his fork at you almost dropping his food

"you're here?! Like---- actually!??!!!"

You almost tripped when you jumped out of his bed, rushing over to him

He didn't care how overwhelmed he got, letting you stroke his hair and hug him

"Only for a little bit, but your pact told me you were lonely and I wanted to see you."

He immediately got embarassed knowing he got called out

"i- I miss you."

You smiled, kissing all over his face and holding his hands

He was stunned and bright red but you suddenly teleported away

You texted him, telling him what you'll come back officially and for him to expect more surprises

Satan:

Was more aggravated without you

'excuse you, that's my emotional support human'

He hated seeing any couple as he knew you were still gone for another week and he couldn't hold your hand like others could with their partner

Your pact was always raging; you almost tripped when you felt that invisible tug

It seemed it was time to visit the Devildom to sooth your boyfriend

You were hiding behind his door

When he came into his room you just missed getting hit by it

You saw his tense he looked and immediately slinked over, wrapping your arms around him

"Asmo I swear I will-"

When he saw it was you all tension left his body

He hugged you, sighing with joy as he leaned against you

"Now I feel bad I'm only popping in."

"hm, it is a shame perhaps you could stay then."

"I love you but I left mid dinner with my parents, there's only so long you can be in the bathroom before it gets concerning."

You both laughed but you knew you had to get back

So you kissed his face as much as you could reach before dipping back with a quick "see ya!"

Asmodeus:

Poor Solomon, having to hear him complain about you not being there almost every day

He spends most of his time in his room hiding away from his adoring public

Noticing his skin keeps looking awful no matter what he does

When your pact kept tugging you you knew you had to go see him

You teleported over, landing on his bed

He just left his bathroom, an oversized shirt on him and a towel aroulnd his neck catching the water still dripping out of his hair

"AH-! nooo sweetheart why did you come back now?! My hair isn't dry!"

"I'll come back later then-"

He pulled you into a hug, hiding his face in your neck

"nooo!! I missed you so much."

You just laughed, having mercy on him and patted his hair causing it to completely dry

"I missed you too, but I'm only seeing how you are."

"you're cruel."

You kissed his head before moving his face so he looked at you, he was pouting

You kissed all over his face before giving him a big smooch on his lips

You immediately teleported back when he tried to cling to you

You left him a note on his table that you'll be back in a few days

Beezlebub:

Don't look at him like that

He's just stress eating okay??!!

He's so use to having you cure other cravings he has that now he's gone back to being a complete eating Machine

Sure that never really changed but before your arrival he ate ALOT more

His pact with you was always shining and you felt the need to see him

You decided you'll pop in

You somehow ended up in mini fridge, all the trays were taken out and there wasn't a spot of food inside

You saw your boyfriend chowing down and coughed into your hand

"surprise, baby!"

He stopped eating, quickly gulping down and helped you out of the fridge

"you shouldn't be in there you could catch a cold."

"I missed you too."

You kissed both of his cheeks, giving him some actual kisses

He just let you shower him in kisses as he held your hips

"I missed you aswell, are you staying?"

"not for long but I'm coming back next week, save me some of that Ice cream."

He looked down at the ice cream and nodded with a frown

You teleported back after kissing his forehead

Belphegor:

Has been clinging to anyone he could get his hands on

Which mostly was his twin, just clinging to his arm, leg, back, wherever he could

He missed hugging you and taking naps with you

Didn't even bother to hide how much he missed you

Has considered going back on all his chatacter development just so he would come back

You had a feeling it was best to go back to the devildom for a visit when your pact kept fizzing

He was sitting in his room, crushing a squishy plush cow with a snarl

"Missed me?"

He whipped aroulnd and just stared at you in shock

"I am asleep again?"

He frowned

"this is reality, I'm just making a stop here to see you."

He hugged you, breathing in your smell, missing it already

"I missed you, when are you coming back? Naps haven't been the same."

"you gotta survive another week, but I got something for you."

He raised a brow, confused on what it could be

But surprise! It was kisses all over his face

He felt true peace feeling you kiss him again and actually fell sleep smiling

You laughed as he suddenly flopped smiling like an idioit

You made kissed his cheek one last time before heading back

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Ateez “S/O boosts their self esteem”

Ateez Masterlist                                            Group Masterlist

A/N: We always talk about them boosting us up. I wanna do the same

Hongjoong: 

It wasn’t that the members had rejected the new song fully. But they also weren’t completely feeling it, Hongjoong really couldn’t blame them, he wasn’t feeling it either. He had just put a lot of hard work into something, for nothing (in his opinion) and you could tell it was bothering him. It had rattled his confidence, not only because of their responses but his own. 

“You need to snap out of it, love.” You said, hearing his thousandth sigh as he tried to fix whatever was wrong in the song. Your hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest as you hugged him from behind. “It’s easier said than done.” Hongjoong remarked, resting his head against yours. It hurt you to see him down on his confidence. 

“What if I peaked?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, but you could tell he was serious. You moved around to sit in front of him, just to make sure he was looking in your eyes and could see you were being sincere. “Hongjoong, you’re 22 years old. You have not peaked. You are an amazing producer and song writer and just because one song wasn’t well liked among your members doesn’t mean you’re bad at what you do. Kim Hongjoong you are amazing, so I want you to shake this off.”  Your tone was almost scolding, making him laugh and he grabbed your hands.

“Thank you, I needed that.” 

Seonghwa: 

It was a habbit that at the end of the week you would catch up on some of Ateez’s content. You liked to stay updated, you liked to stay in the loop with Seonghwa’s achievements because you were incredibly proud of him. Seeing him performing on stage always made you giddy and smile from ear to ear. 

“Please tell me you’re not watching our performance from last night.” Seonghwa said, walking into your room and hearing the oh so familiar song. “Of course I am. I always do this at the end of the week, catch up you know.” He shook his head at your response, taking off his jacket and gradually changing into his pj’s to join you. “What?” You asked, questioning his response. “Nothing.” He shook his head, jumping into bed with you and looking at your screen. You simply stared at him in confusion.

“It’s nothing, I swear.” He said, shrugging it off but you knew better. “It’s not nothing, what’s wrong with me watching your stuff?” You asked and he sighed, laying flat on his back and staring at your ceiling. “I just feel like who I am on stage vs. who I am here is different. You might end up liking the other guy more.” It was a valid fear, but one he should have known better when it came to you. “Who you are on stage and who you are here are the same person. Just different sides. I love both equally.” You said, moving to hover over him. Seonghwa laughed, hiding his face behind his hands only for you to pry them away again. 

“I guess we can keep watching stuff back then.” 

Yunho: 

Yunho was an idol first and a model second, however much he wanted to deny it. With his height, broad shoulders, long legs, arms, beautiful hands and beautiful face, he was made for fashion magazines. But he denied it heavily, even when the photographers told him so. 

But you really couldn’t stop yourself from buying every magazine he featured in. Yunho was just absolutely stunning and he deserved to know that. “Babe, I could have gotten you that for free.” Yunho said, watching you flip through the pictures happily.  “I know, I’m just supporting my model boyfriend.” You said and he laughed. “Ahh, shut up.” He said shoving you slightly as you laughed. “I’m being serious.” You said, closing the magazine and moving to lean into his lap. 

“Look at these gorgeous hands and those broad shoulders. Not to mention your big beautiful eyes.” You paused looking at him as he smiled down on you. “Absolutely made for magazines.” You said softly, watching his ears turn pink as he blushed. 

“I’ll bring it up with the company that I want to do more modelling, specially for you.” 

Yeosang: 

It took alot for him to post the video of him singing onto twitter. It took a lot for him to do so and you knew that. So when you saw that Ateez had posted a video onto twitter, Yeosang’s beautiful voice was the last thing you expected. You couldn’t help but call him right away. 

“Hello?” He asked, voice calm and soothing in your ears. “So when were you gonna tell me you were practicing a song to post?” You said with a smile and you could hear his laugh on the other end. “It was supposed to be a surprise. Honestly, I’m shaking right now. Too scared to see the responses.” He admitted, laughing but you knew he meant it. “Ahh, Yeosang.” You said and he hummed in response, scared to hear what you were going to say. 

“From what I can tell, everyone is absolutely adoring it. And as for my personal opinion... you sound absolutely amazing. Your deep vocal tone is stunning and you’ve improved soooo much. I’m proud of you, you should be proud of yourself.” You said and Yeosang went quiet, covering his mouth to hide his giggle of embarrassment. 

“You know compliments make me nervous.” 

San:

Watching San perform was an experience in itself, you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with emotions while watching him. You were just so incredibly proud of him and every time you saw him on stage you were reminded of that. Now because of the world situation, you were allowed to be front row to their show and hanging out with the staff. 

Once it was all over, San came running over with the last bit of energy he had left after a show. You wrapped your arms around him, not caring about how sweaty he was. “That was amazing.” You said softly and as he pulled away to look at you. “Yeah? I feel like I’m not in the best condition today.” San frowned and you shook your head. He was always doubting himself. 

“Ahh, shush. You were absolutely amazing. You always are. You always bring 110% to the table when it comes to performing so shhhh. San you are one of the best performers I’ve ever seen.” You said and he laughed, tucking his face into your shoulder. 

“You must want something from me, you’re being so sweet.” 

Mingi: 

There was no harm in hyping your man up and Mingi was just someone who needed the hype a little more often. Which didn’t bother you one bit. You loved complimenting him out of the blue, his response was worth it. The way his cheeks turned pink and he hid his face in his hands, it was so worth it. 

“Does this shirt work with these pants?” Mingi asked, walking out of the bathroom now fully dressed and standing in front of you. You loved his sense of style, he always dressed so nice and knew exactly what worked for him. “Yeah it works. You look really good.” You said, smiling at him. The small compliment made a big smile stretch over his face and he walked over to you, cupping your face. 

“You always look so good. You dress so well. Not to mention that gorgeous smile of yours, it’s your best accessory.” You smiled and he shut his eyes while laughing, cheeks getting pink in the process.

“You always make me so flustered when you compliment.” 

Wooyoung:

You loved days that you were allowed to watch their practice, it was just so much fun and it was so cool to see Wooyoung doing what he loved. Now it was especially cool, because it felt like you were getting a sneak peak to a new dance break. 

“Rewind the music, I messed up.” Wooyoung called out and the song restarted. You watched him dance, moving his body to the music and you couldn’t help but allow your mouth to go agape. “Babe, you’re gonna catch flies.” Wooyoung laughed looking at you watching him. You instinctively closed your mouth and looked at him with loving eyes. 

“I love watching you dance so much. Woo, you’re so talented. It’s just so cool to see.” You admitted and he sat next to you on the ground. He rested his head in your lap and looked up at you with a smirk. 

“Don’t stop on my account, I love it when you compliment me. It makes me feel all mushy and good.” 

Jongho: 

He was in such a good mood the entire day, his smile was hardly able to be kept at bay. Not that you wanted it to go away, not at all. You adored his smile quite possibly more than anything else. It was just so perfect, it brightened a room. 

“You’re in such a good mood today.” You commented, looking at his smile with a warmth in your chest. “I can’t help it. I just am.” Jongho said, leaning over you to rest his weight on you. “I get to spend my day with you, makes me happy.” His words were always so sweet. 

“God, your smile is the prettiest thing ever. Just absolutely gorgeous. Your smile makes me feel so happy.” You complimented, your fingers moving over his cheeks. His smile got only bigger and he burried his face into your chest with a small whimper. 

“Ahh, my cheeks are gonna crack from all this smiling.” 

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

The Pharaoh. A family matter.

After all that's happened, Alya still very much wants to know the identities of the two heroines.

But she actually posts a poll on the ScaraBlog.

The choices on the polls are...

- They're students at Lycée Françoise Dupont.

- They're new to town and wanna protect their new home.

- They're actually ancient Heroines from the past.

Alix and Chloé had different reactions to the polls.

Alix: While these polls are interesting... the only one that's correct is the first one, but Alya can't know that. I do wonder if one of them are true about Kitty Claws though. Maybe I could do more research myself?

Tikki: You've got endless knowledge in the Louvre. Let's go!

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Chloé: Is it possible that Scarabée could be an actual GODDESS?! If I keep using my powers, will I become a goddess?!

Plagg: You could alway do some research? *eats a wheel of camembert whole*

Chloé: Yeah, but no one would believe that Chloé Bourgeois wants to actually study for anything. They'd think I'm up to no good...

Plagg: Chloé's got a bad rep... but Kitty Claws doesn't!

Since neither Scarabée or Kitty Claws lost a text book from their school or anything, Alya got be getting herresearch about them from the Louvre.

After getting Marinette to watch Ella and Etta, she takes Nora with her.

Alix actually meets up with Alya and Nora, but all three of them are surprised to Kitty Claws walk through the entrance.

Nora: Is that one of those heroines?

Alix: Yep.

Nora: I thought she'd look alot stronger...

Alya, excitedly: IT'S KITTY CLAWS!!!

The Cat Themed Heroine is quickly surrounded by visitors of the Louvre who all want to take selfies with her.

Alya of course pushes through the selfie seekers and starts asking the heroine questions she'd clearly had ready for a while.

"Kitty Claws, this is too cool! How old are you?"

"Are you new to Paris?"

"You and Scarabée seem quite close, how long have you known each other?"

"How long have you and Scarabée been heroines?!"

Kitty Claws was so overwhelmed by Alya's questions, she didn't notice that the selfie seekers were gone.

Alix and Nora then walked up to the two.

Alix: Alya, you're making her uncomfortable. You don't know how personal those questions are.

Alya: Oh, you're right! I'm sorry, Miss Claws...

Kitty Claws: It's okay... Kitty Claws is fine. No need for formalities.

Nora, pulling Alya away from Kitty Claws: Sorry again about my sister, Fancy Feast! She's so obsessed with superheroes.

Kitty Claws: Fancy Feast?

Alix: That's just Nora's thing. She LOVES to give nicknames. Mine is "Short-Stack".

Kitty Claws: Oh, okay!

Kitty Claws, internally: Short-Stack fits Alix so well... so cute!

While Alix and Alya were talking with Kitty Claws for a little bit, Nora had sent a text to Jalil, telling him that she was at the Louvre with Alya.

Jalil was actually doing research of his own and had his phone turnt off.

He was researching all the things Scarabée could've done with her powers in Ancient Egypt.

The more he found out, the more he got upset with the Bug Heroine.

"If this "Scarabée" is all so powerful, why were still so many deaths in this era?!"

"If the Pharaoh and that Scarabée worked together, they could've brought people back from the dead. WHY DIDN'T SHE WORK WITH HIM?!"

"Is this Scarabée just as bad as that one? IS SHE WORSE THAN THOSE FROM THE PAST?!"

Alix was walking around the Louvre with Nora Alya and Kitty Claws walks when she sees Alim walking up to them.

She of course runs up to him and gives him a big hug.

Alix, still hugging Alim: Hey dad, we've got guests!

Alim: I see that.

Kitty Claws watched as Alya and Nora walked up to him as well.

When Alix ends her hug with Alim, Nora picks him up and gives him a tight hug of her own.

Nora, lifting up and hugging Alim: Hey Mr. K! You remember Alya, right? From the pictures I've showed you.

Alim: Of course! *turns to Alya* Nice to officially meet you, Alya. *holds a hand out for Alya to shake*

Alya, shaking Alim's hand: Nice to meet you too, Mr. Kubdel. Hopefully the pictures my sister showed you aren't too embarrassing.

When Nora finally puts Alim down, his notices Kitty Claws and walks up to her.

Chloé knew that Alim was an amazing person and an incredible father.

So she didn't know why she was so nervous when she sees him walks up to her. Especially as Kitty Claws.

Alim: You're Kitty Claws, you and your partner have done an amazing job projecting Paris. *holds his hand out for her to shake*

Kitty Claws, internally: Keep it together, Chloé! It's just a handshake!!

Kitty Claws, out loud: Happy to help out, Sir!

Before the two could shake hands, Jalil surprises everyone with a loud shout.

"GET AWAY FROM THEM, YOU FRAUD!"

Jalil then quickly walks up to them and pushes Kitty Claws away from Alim.

While the cat themed heroine wasn't physically hurt by Jalil's push, she was quite confused and upset by these actions that were quite out of character for him.

She obviously wasn't the only one who felt this way. Alix along with Nora started to scold her Jalil while Alya made sure that the cat themed heroine was alright.

Nora: What the hell, Jalil?!

Alix: What's gotten into you?!

Jalil: I've been researching Scarabée and Kitty Claws for HOURS & my findings show them to be completely incompetent, if not incredibly lazy and heartless!

Jalil then rants on and on about how Kitty Claws and mostly Scarabée could've done incredible things with their powers in the past, but weren't much help or any help at all during their eras.

His rants about the Ladybug Heroine during the Ancient Egypt era are when he's the most angry.

Kitty Claws decides to try to reason with Jalil, but of course he's got a reply ready.

Kitty Claws: Those are obviously not me and Scarabée. You can't judge us for their actions.

Jalil: Oh please, this is clearly a pattern with you two! Scarabée for generations has been NEVER using her powers at their very best and YOU... I'm surprised you're even a super hero. The black cats are almost the worst types of people. If not Scarabée's follower!

Kitty Claws: ...

Jalil: How do any of us know you're not just as bad as those "heroes" from the past? Just because you save Paris for a few weeks doesn't mean it's impossible for you to turn out just as bad as those from your past!

Alix quickly notices that Kitty Claws was trembling and decides to gently pulls her away from Jalil.

Both Alim and Nora start scolding Jalil for going off on Kitty Claws like that while Alya was quite confused, yet interesting to learn more about the past heroes.

Jalil then angrily runs off with his papers in hand.

Alix, to Kitty Claws: Sorry about him. He's REALLY serious about Ancient History.

Kitty Claws: No, it's alright... I'm fine. Really...

Nora: Yeah, it's possibly gonna take a while for Noodle Arms to calm down. Let's continue the tour.

Not wanting to show them how much Jalil's words got to her, Kitty Claws agrees with Nora.

Although she was actually really nervous about finding out more about Black Cat Miraculous Welders now.

Alix however tells them to go on without her, while she went to go check on Jalil and have a private talk with him.

She had a feeling Hawkmoth would try to use his negative emotions against him...

And she was absolutely right!

Hawkmoth sends an akuma to Jalil for sure.

Jalil was in his room with the many papers he printed out in one hand while rubbing the scarab pendant around his neck with the other hand.

When Alix gets to Jalil's room, she doesn't open it, but knocks and starts talking.

Alix, on the other side of the door: Hey Jally-Arms, you doing okay?

Jalil, shouting: GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR, ALIX!

The akuma then comes in through his opened window and goes within his scarab pendant.

When Alix doesn't hear Jalil pacing back and forth in his room anymore, she gets worried and quickly opens the door.

When she sees the magical butterfly mask on his face, she quickly runs up to Jalil and hugs him tightly.

Alix, hugging Jalil while trying to not cry: Come on, Jalil! Please fight him off!! You have one of the strongest minds I've ever seen in action.... please.

Jalil tried his absolute hardest to fight off Hawkmoth's magic powers and ignore the temptation of his words.

Until Hawkmoth says THIS to him!

"I'm offering you the powers you need to protect your friends and family from that duo who DARE call themselves heroines & all you need to do is get me their Miraculous!"

Jalil then quickly pushes Alix away from him as he is akumatized into The Pharaoh!

Alix then quickly runs out of her brother's room while crying.

Tikki then quickly pops out of her ponytail.

Tikki tries to comfort Alix about the situation.

Tikki: Alix, it's gonna be okay. We'll save Jalil.

Alix, wiping her tears: I sure hope so Tikki...

While Alix goes to her own room to transform into Scarabée, The Pharaoh made his way back down to the museum and started turning everyone he saw there into mummies.

When Alim sees The Pharaoh walking towards them, he puts himself in between the akuma & Alya Nora and Kitty Claws.

He is quickly bubbled and gently moved to the side.

The Pharaoh: It's for your protection, dad.

Both Kitty Claws and Nora tried to fight him off, but he's able to trap the two within a couple of those time stopping bubbles of his.

Alya tries to go hide, but The Pharaoh grabs her.

The Pharaoh: I'm gonna need you for my plan, Miss Journalist.

Scarabée was transformed and freeing those who were imprisoned by The Pharaoh's bubbles with her yo-yo and quickly getting them to safety within the Louvre.

When she gets to Alim, Nora, and Kitty Claws, she quickly frees them all.

When Nora realizes she's been free, she quickly starts looking around for Alya.

Then everyone gets a notification from the ScaraBlog, saying that a live stream is happening.

When they all go onto the ScaraBlog, The Pharaoh's holding the phone while Alya's being carried by mummies.

The sight nearly makes Nora break her own phone.

Then The Pharaoh began to speak.

The Pharaoh: Scarabée! Kitty Claws! I know you're watching. Surrender and bring your Miraculous to me and I'll free everyone from my power. If you don't, Miss Césaire will be sacrificed to make my powers even stronger. You have five minutes to show yourselves.

When the Live Stream ends, Nora punches a wall as hard as she could.

Alim then quickly starts to comfort her.

Scarabée: Don't worry, Nora. Five minutes is all we need.

Kitty Claws, internally: WHY IS SHE SO COOL?!

Scarabée: Lucky Charm! *sees that the Lucky Charm is a box with a Scarabée costume in it*

Scarabée then quickly opens the box and pulls out a pair of toy earrings and the costume itself.

Scarabée: I've got a plan. Nora, come with me and KC. Mr. Kubdel, make sure no one leaves this museum.

Alim: Wait, before you go, is my daughter okay?

Scarabée: She was one of the first people I saved. Don't worry.

While The Pharaoh waited for the five minutes to be up with his mummy army ready to attack at his command, Scarabée was going over the plan with Kitty Claws and Nora after sneaking out of the Louvre without being seen & hiding.

Scarabée: KC, you're gonna get those mummies away from The Pharaoh.

Kitty Claws: Of course, Itty-Bitty.

Scarabée: Once he's focused on Kitty Claws and wondering where I am, you'll distract him by using this costume as a weapon. Well, more like an annoying feather.

Nora, putting on the Scarabée mask: On it!

When Kitty Claws jumps out from the hiding place, she quickly makes herself known to The Pharaoh, who quickly sends his mummies after her.

Once the mummies are away from The Pharaoh and he's watching Kitty Claws fight (believing that Scarabée gonna help her partner any second now), Nora uses the costume to lasso the akuma away from Alya and towards herself.

The Pharaoh: Nora! What are you doing?!

Nora: Saving you AND Alya, Noodle-Nerd!

Scarabée then quickly defeats the mummies that were holding Alya and watched as she ran off to hide.

The Pharaoh then frees himself from Nora's costume lasso and goes towards Scarabée.

The Pharaoh: Was THIS your plan? To play dress up?! You may be different from those other bugs, but you're not brightest!

Scarabée: Okay Pharaoh, you've got me before the five minute mark. Free those people you turned into mummies and sacrifice me. When Kitty Claws sees that I'm gone, she'll be so heart broken...

The Pharaoh then quickly turns the people back to the way they were, which was the signal for Kitty Claws.

When The Pharaoh starts to sacrifice Scarabée, he starts to hear Hawkmoth.

Hawkmoth: Before you get rid of her for good, get those earrings!

Scarabée: Guess I won't be needing these anymore... *sees that Kitty Claws is right below them & gives him the toy earrings*

Just when The Pharaoh realized the earrings were just toys, Scarabée takes his scarab pendant and throws it to Kitty Claws who quickly uses her Cataclysm on it. Which of course frees the akuma.

Both Scarabée and Jalil (who turned back into himself) finds themselves falling to the ground, but the scarab themed heroine quickly holds Jalil in her arms and lands on her feet.

She then puts him down, catches the butterfly, purifies it, frees it, and uses the Miraculous Cure (by throwing just the toy earrings) to fix everything. Including Jalil's broken scarab pendant.

Scarabée: Good work today, KC.

Kitty Claws: Thanks, Itty-Bitty! *pulls Scarabée closer and takes a selfie with her*

The black cat heroine then hears her ring beep and quickly leaves.

Scarabée then notices Jalil's scarab pendant and picks it up, walks up to him and gives it to him.

Jalil: Thank you for saving me. I haven't been really... trusting of you and Kitty Claws, I'm sorry for doubting you.

Scarabée: It's alright.

Jalil: I've said some awful things to Kitty Claws earlier... I gotta find a way to apologis- *gets hugged by Scarabée* Are you okay?

Scarabée, pulling away from Jalil: I'm fine... gotta go! *swings off*

The second Scarabée's out of sight, Nora pulls Jalil into a tight hug.

Nora, hugging Jalil: YOU REALLY SCARED ME, YA SMART-DUMBASS!

Jalil, trying to breathe: I'm... sorry...

Alya, with her phone out: Today was insane! Jalil Kubdel, how did it feel to be akumatized?!

Jalil, getting out of Nora's hug: Not very fun. Scarabée and Kitty Claws, if you're watching this, I just wanna say I apologize for ever doubting you and-

Before Jalil could say anything else both Alix and Alim tackled him into a hug.

After Alya gets a private interview with Jalil about his own theories about Scarabée and Kitty Claws, the Césaire sisters said their goodbyes to the Kubdel Family and went home.

Later that night, Jalil was in a deep state of thought.

"Since those two have been active, I don't think I've seen Scarabée hug a civilian like she hugged me... now that I think about it even more, Alix has been late for school quite a few times. She's never been late before."

For all Jalil knew, Alix being Scarabée was just a theory, but he decided that he was gonna keep an eye on his sister just in case.

Inspired by: @emdoddles @princess-of-the-corner @justanotherpersonsuniverse @muggle-born-princess @dcschart @symphonic-scream

Requested by: @cometdakitty

Hope you all enjoy!