#i miss my home state but i cant really go back

[galaxyslime]

It's really funny watching tech job search insta reels and it's all guys in puffer vests going "IF I DON'T KNOW YOU I WILL NOT HIRE YOU I GET 500+ APPLICATIONS PER POSITION YOU NEED TO STOP APPLYING FOR JOBS WITH ZERO CONNECTIONS" when you're in a field with high demand and low applicants. Business is booming, but not in anything "dignified" lol.

[collecting--stardust]

Guess who's spending Eid away from home again next year lol

[pzonnie]

a lil party

you had went out with your best friend Sasha since it was her birthday and she wanted the both of you to go out together and have some fun

you both ended up finding this random party hearing lots about it from other family and friends and both plan to go.

problem was.. eren said fuck na. “ren baby pleasee we won’t even be out that long c’mon its her birthday.” you begged your boyfriend, eren just looked at you like you was stupid. “you heard what i said.” and that was it… from him.

now what you look like listening to him??? you hit sasha up and let her know what he said, lucky for you the night of the party, he got drops to make. so you told sasha that you both will go as soonnnnnn as he walk out the door.

the night of the party you make sure you look good, you dig out your closet and find a cute black mini skirt, a red aaliyah graphic tee and some red dunks eren bought for you. oh its over

you and sasha do just as planned and make it to the party around 12 am

you and sasha had a fucking ball, you in the middle of all the circles and sasha catching it, took one too many shots and that where you end up where you at now

drunk out of your mind you and sasha sit at a booth yapping about only god knows what, you freeze when you feel your phone vibrate. youn touch that shit either you just sit there, ready to piss yourself.

you look at your call log and see you accidentally butt dialed eren. “oh fuck sasha.” “you gotta be fucking me” you and sasha hustle like yall playing football bumping into people trying make a touchdown (that fucking door)

you were really in no state to drive but luckily you and erens apartment isnt too far so you could take the backroads and avoid the highway (and the cops) you bid your goodbyes to sasha quickly and apologize for ruining her night (she said it was ok multiple times)

as youre driving home your phone is blowing the fuck up, texts, calls, all from eren. you answer one call “hel-“

“where the fuck you at y/n?” oh he’s pissed… you’re finished. you hear his engine in the background knowing he’s on his way to the party. you cant go out like this. “i-i went out for a second eren.” you sound sloppy as fuck panic fills your gut “where are you y/n” his engine only going faster and his tone getting deeper. you say nothing pulling into the parking lot of the apartment, quickly turning off the car and running inside. “eren-“ he hangs up.

you quickly take off your clothes changing into one of his hoodies and a random pair of underwear. as soon as you plop you hear your front door open and slam shut. you freeze. all that comfort you felt for that split second. gone

eren walks in the room eyes low, hair in a bun, looking dead at you. the wall look so good right about now

“you got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself lil girl.” he start walking towards you taking his jacket off.

“look i was with sasha and i know you told me not to go but eren it was her birthday and she really wanted me to go with her…” he takes his shirt off and stands at the end of your shared bed. “so… sneaking out the answer? that what we doing fr y/n?” he pulls your legs pulling your body down to him. “eren! ‘m sorry.” he kisses you, tongue tustling with yours, you grab the back of his neck guiding him in too of you, deepening the kiss.

he pulls away just a little “if you want me to forgive you, just shut that shit up and do what i say.” he starts sliding his hands through your panties and rub his palm up and down your slit “you wet as shit ma… you missed me while you was having your fun? hm?” his fingers start slowly rubbing your clit. you moan looking in his eyes “eren im sorry, m’… sorry” he slips his middle and index finger inside of you, pace switching up fast, you jump at the pleasure “fuck! s’ too much” you try and push his hand away but he wasnt having that.

“what i say? c’mon ma give it ta me.” you mouth opens slightly letting out the most slutty moans, he scoffs at you, “this loud and i aint even stick my dick in you yet.” you cum at his words, he feels you clenching damn near pushing him out.

“all fours f’me.” he demans tone deep

you turn yourself around for him arching your back just the way he likes it, he rubs on your ass before slapping it leaving a deep red handprint on you skin, you jump leaning away from him. “where you going bring that ass back mama.” he pulls you back by your hips. you hear him unzip his pants and throw them somewhere around yall room. he slids his tip up and down your slit before gliding his dick inside you.

you grip harshly to the sheets as he pounds into you. “ngh! shit baby… slow go slow! i can-t” you reach yours hands back and try and push him off “mhm..” he grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back with one of his hands. his other hand pulling your hips to meet his. “eren pleaseee.” his strokes slow down but remain deep. he pulls you up by your neck, your head meets his chest. “youn listen this what you need. who pussy this is?”

he feels so fucking good inside you he really do belong in there “yours pa please im sorryyy.. fuck!” you feel your high coming and eren starts moving faster again “ you sayin’ sorry cause you mean it? or you saying it because this dick?” he asks letting your neck go letting your top half fall back onto the bed. you shake your head “mh mh baby im sorry for reall i aint mean ta..ta break your trust daddy forgive-me, mmmm im finna..” your mouth falls open as you cum on your boyfriends dick that white ring forming around his base as he finishes inside you.

your legs fall weak as you lay on the bed worn out. eren gets a warm wash cloth from your bathroom and cleans you off “you know thats all i wanted to hear…” he says laying next to you. you turn around and rub on his chest scooting yourself closer to him. “im really sorry ren… i shoulda really thought ‘bout what i was doin.” he grins a little, he know damn well he cant stay mad at his girl… “can you cook tomorrow, you should make it up f’me a. lil more.” you laugh at him.

“yeah i got you ren.”

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-pzz💤

[magisland]

ALL THESE YEARS

lua’s note: happy bday coupsie!! also this is for my loved hanie btw @calicoups 💋

after studying and living in another state, you were finally back to your hometown, just to be surprised by your older brother welcoming you back with a small party.

seeing all those familiar faces was such a heartwarming moment, basically all of your friends were there, but there was someone that took all the attention for themselves, your brother’s best friend, seungcheol.

when your eyes met his figure you stopped in your tracks, he was different, but yet the same from when he last saw him. seeing him made you feel all the feelings you thought you didnt feel anymore, made you realize that even after all these years you still like him,

seungcheol saw you and immediately smiled and god, how you loved that gummy smile. “hey there, little one”, he said walking towards you and pulling you into a hug. he didnt change his cologne, the smell of home and comfort filling your nostrils.

“hey, missed me?”, you broke the hug and looked at him with a smile on your face, still mesmerized by his looks, not believing you were finally seeing him in front of you after four years.

“maybe i did… maybe i didnt”, he chuckled, “i did miss you. everytime i walked through a ice cream shop i found me thinking of you.. you still the biggest ice cream lover?”

you chuckled and nodded, remembering all the times you walked through an ice cream shop with him and begged him to go inside and buy an ice cream cone for you. “still the biggest ice cream lover”

the party already ended and your brother was no where to be found, most likely to be with his partner, and you were with seungcheol having a good time in the balcony, watching the view of the city night.

“how was college, little one?”

“it was good. life changing id say”, you looked at him, taking in the sight of him looking intensely at you, like he was scared youd leave and he would forget about you and your face, “but i missed here, cant lie”

he nodded, “i can see you changed”

“oh, really?”

“of course. i can tell you matured by the things you posted on social media and all that, yknow?”

you fake gasped, “was someone stalking me?”

“what? no!”, he laughed, “i have always followed you on twitter and instagram, you just appeared on my timeline. dont think youre that special”, he rolled his eyes in a okay playful manner, he wanted to make sure you knew he was joking about the last thing he said, he wanted you to know that you are indeed that special to him.

“yea right, cheol. pretend its true that i pretend i believe you. but you know, you changed too.. but physically speaking”

“i got bigger, didnt i?” he flexed his muscles, making you laugh and nod, “yes, you did got bigger”

“what else?”

“hm…”, you pretended to think hard about it, “you got older too”

“hey! how could you say that?!”

you laughed and shrugged your shoulders, “what about me? did i change?”

“i think we can say that you changed a bit,” he smiled, running his fingers through your hair, “your hair grew a little longer, your eyes changed a bit too.. now its not filled only with love and excitement for life, now it brings some nostalgia too” you chuckled, “stop making things up!”

“im being serious tho! i can see more love in your eyes”

“what else?”

“your style changed, you dont dress like before”, you chuckled, “thank god for that”

“i liked the way you used to dress up.. your makeup style also changed and…” he looked at your lips, “your lips… they look softer,” he brushed his thumb against your lower lip, “they look so kissable, more kissable than last time”

you felt your heart beating so fast you could swear it would jump out of your mouth, remembering when you saw him for the last time before going to another state, feeling the exactly same butterflies in your stomach you felt when he kissed you goodbye.

“do you think about the last time we saw each other? about the kiss?” he said placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “because i think about it all the time”

“i think about it way more than i should”

he smiled and placed his hand on the back of your neck before leaning in closer and kissing you. the kiss was gentle, but yet firm. soon enough seungcheol was wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapping your arms around his neck.

once he broke the kiss to catch some air he rested his forehead against yours and chuckled, “we should do that more often. actually, maybe you should just be mine”

[the-record]

COWBOYS LIKE ME

SYNOPSIS: youll never stop letting her in.

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: none??

A/N: yall remember when i wrote some fics and made a ton of ideas and series and then disappeared??? WOOPS!! heres a little holiday present!! maybe there will be more, idk

my masterlist

after that last night, abby hadnt shown at your door again. she knew she was wrong for it, for everything. all you had done was love and care for her, treating her with sweet southern kindness. she hated herself for leaving you.

you couldn’t find it within your heart to hate her. she didn’t lie when she said it wasn’t safe for the two of you beyond the farm. it still didn’t make it hurt any less when she left without a word.

you gave up after three months and she didnt come by even once. you fell back into your regular routine. afternoon tea, church, chores. you even found a bookstore that would fill the quiet hours between tasks.

abby didn’t forget about you though, how could she? she had people all around town keeping an eye on you, ensuring you were never around danger. subtle misdirections and such. just because she couldn’t be there didn’t mean she doesn’t care.

you’d attempted to forget her, and almost had.

but it was cold and snowy out, just days before christmas, and abby found herself close to the only place she could call home.

you werent shocked to hear a knock ok your door so late in the evening, figuring one of the ladies had stopped by with news and a gift. but seeing her at your door stopped your heart.

“can i come in?” you ushered her in, taking in her shivering frame. “im really sorry if im putting you out, but could i stay here? just for a night if thats all you please.”

you nodded, just enough to see, still starstruck. she smiled softly and knocked you out of your state. you grabbed the snowy coat off her shoulders, helping her take off those boots you knew didnt do much in this cold. you pulled her to the fire place, setting her beside it and finding a blanket to wrap around her body.

she laughed as you sat beside her, just staring. “gotta love southern hospitality.” she joked, but you barely laughed. abby sighed and picked at her fingers, “i really am sorry. i feel i cant stop hurting you.”

you merely nodded before getting up. heading to the kitchen, your head clouded as you fell into routine. as you put the kettle on, you couldnt help but wonder why she was back on your doorstep. you didnt stop wondering even as you watched the tea steep, when you brought it back to the now warmer blonde.

but when you held it out to her, you didnt let go. “are you gonna leave again?” her silence was answer enough. your hand dropped and you turned, leaving for your room.

abby flinched when your door slammed.

her boots still sat beneath your bed, gathering dust, fingerprints still visible from the last time you missed her. you listened to her footsteps as your fingers brushed all over the shoes.

she roamed the kitchen, cleaning it the best she could before she made her way upstairs. abby didnt want to hurt you. she loved you, even if she struggled to say it. when she knocked she heard a quiet ‘come in’, yet she still hesitated at the door.

the door opened for her. you staring up at her blank face, a tear stain she wanted to wash away and never see again.

“i love you.”

when the sun streamed in the next morning, it didnt fall on just you. a weight slung over your stomach, one of abby’s arms dead weight across you. you couldn’t help but smile.

when it snowed again the next day, the bed was cold, but the house wasn’t. downstairs, abby had the fire going and breakfast on the stove for the both of you.

and when the sun shown and the birds sang months later, she laid in bed watching your peaceful sleep.

her cuts and bruises had long disappeared. that chill she had that made her shake, warmed. the emptiness she had felt for all those years, had been filled with love and care she yearned for her whole life.

she felt it when she saw you.

[elsplaything]

benefits // ellie williams x fem reader

summary: you’re ellie’s plaything and you’re SICK of it. so, you go to confront her about it, and you can’t seem to get your point across…

warnings: male groping, intoxication, switch!ellie, strap usage (r!receiving), oral & fingering (e!receiving).. there’s probably more i just don’t remember

not proof read im sorry

you missed her. you didnt want to accept it, didnt want her to win, but you really, really missed ellie.

this friends-with-benefits-dirty-secret thing that you guys had going on was so confusing. she would barge into your room, all hot and bothered and cruel, forcing you to submit to her. she would have you face down on her bed, panting and broken and pathetic, but then right after she spoke to you like you were her angel. "youre so perfect, i cant believe i have you." "my perfect girl." "dont leave me, baby, let me hold you a while longer.."

but then, the morning came, and ellie was gone. you were left alone, in an empty house with an empty bed. she left you aching, yearning for more. the worst part of it all, though, was how she treated you outside of the bedsheets. like she didnt know you at all; you were a mere stranger to ellie in the public eye. every party, every gathering at jesses', she would just brush you off like another bystander.

yet you still missed her. even now, as youre standing alone in jesse's kitchen downing a redbull mixed with vodka, watching ellie flirt with yet another drunk and horny girl in the living room. did she even know you were there? did she even care?

"hey, babe. what're you doing back here?" dina's sweet voice brings you back into focus, forcing you to look away from ellie for what seems like the first time tonight.

"oh hey, uh- jus' getting another drink." you threw your cup into your mouth, chugging the entire bitter taste then pouring another. you needed to forget everything tonight, and this was the only way to do it.

"whoa there, cowgirl. lets go get you on the floor.. and away from the drinks!"

dina dragged your drunken state onto the "dance floor" (jesses living room) and you both danced closely to one another.

your hands moved up your body as you jumped and swayed against random people in the dance mob. you felt hot and sticky, but it was at least a good distraction...

ellie could see you from across the room. her jaw clicked as she saw your ass in that short black dress peek out as you grinded on a random frat guy. bile rose in her throat as she saw him place his big hands on your soft hips. those hips that were bucked up against her own, just a few nights ago...

"hey, get- get your hands..off.." you slurred at the guy, just now realizing that he wasn't dina, he was a big drunk asshole who's touch was getting too much too fast.

"cmon, ma, lets take this upstairs-"

"dude, she doesnt want to go up with you." somehow, ellie found herself in the middle of the dancefloor, holding your hand and defending you to this random jerk.

you looked up at her with your pleaded doe eyes, and she almost fell to her knees and died right there.

"hey, d, think i need to take her home for the night." ellie talked into dina's ear over the loud music.

"yeah, i think that would be best..." dina gave you a small smile and then proceeded to yell at the weird touchy guy.

ellie plopped you into the passenger seat of her old trunk, and you rested your head onto the headrest and looked over at her.

she sat down and turned the key over. "lets get you home, 'kay, pretty girl?" her long fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.

you scrunched up your eyebrows and looked straight ahead, pouting. "dont do that, els."

with one hand on the steering wheel, she looked over at you and her expression softened. you looked so cute, all drunk and tired in your best dress. she loved that one, she even picked it out for you a few months ago.

"do what?" her voice was soft and almost mocking.

you sniffled, looking out the window to try and hide the tears falling down your cheeks. you were a sad drunk, thats for sure.

"dont call me that. don't act like i matter to you.. its all bullshit." your words were slurred and messy, but at least you sort of got your point across.

she pulled into her driveway, turned off the car and fully turned to you.

"youre drunk. get inside, ill run a bath. we can talk in the morn-"

"no! im not gonna-- talk in the fucking morning! tell me why you dont fucking love me or care!!" you spat out, full on sobbing in the passenger seat.

ellie had that little crinkle between her brow that you adored so much. she looked at you with sorrowful eyes, she knew this had gone too far.

"i.. fuck. i do love you, y/n." she caressed your cheek with her hand, trying to comfort your burning skin.

suddenly, you felt a little more sober. you unbuckled and got out of her truck, and started to storm off into the empty street.

"what the fuck are you doing??" ellie yelled after you, grabbing your forearm before you got too far.

"i'm sick of your lying, ellie. you've told me that before, told me you loved me and you would never leave and blah blah, then you go and ignore me, flirt with all the fuckin' sluts in the fuckin' world and then you tell me you don't want a relationship because you hate labels and i'm fucking sick of it!"

you finally snapped. your breathing was erratic, your eyes were glaring into hers, and all ellie could think of was how incredibly hot you were when you yelled at her.

she walked closer to you, and she could literally feel the heat emitting from you.

"then why do you keep coming back to me?" her voice was low as she looked into your eyes with something you've never seen before. they grew dark, even in the moonlight, and you didn't even know what to say.

she grabbed your jaw before you could get a word out and practically hit her lips against yours. you moaned at her forcefulness, pulling her hair to deepen the kiss.

before you knew it, you were dragged inside and thrown onto her bed.

ellie's lips sucked hard on your collar bone, marking you as hers. her hands roamed all over your sides as she writhed on top of you, needing to be inevitably closer to your warm skin.

"fuck- you're so fucking pretty when you're mad." she mumbled against your skin, her hot breath burning you.

your fingernails dug into her biceps, anger searing at her comment. you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her hips onto yours harshly, digging your feet into her ass.

"fuck you." you breathe into her mouth and flip her over so you straddled her waist. you unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her thighs, your fingers plunged into her grey boxers and rubbed along her folds. she was soaking wet.

ellie whimpered underneath you, propping herself up on her elbows so she could get a better view of you on top of her. she liked it when you took control, though she'd never admit it.

you quickly shoved two fingers inside of her, making her cry out the prettiest moan.

"you take it so well, huh, pretty girl?" you panted out, leaning down to kiss her slick forehead. her bangs were stuck with sweat, she looked so beautiful.

she clenched her eyes shut as you went deeper, earning breathy moans and "fuck, right there" from her.

ellie's long fingers clung to your shoulders as she came fast around your hand. she's never come that fast, only when she ate you out..

she began to move you over, but you stopped her by moving down her legs so your face was met with her cunt. "nuh uh, not yet." you told her; she looked at you with confusion before she cut herself off with another pretty whimper as you sucked harshly on her swollen clit. she was sensitive from her previous orgasm, and her hands pulled at your hair at the overstimulation.

"fuck- i cant- stop it, y/n!"

"you can take it." you mumbled into her pussy as your fingers found themselves buried deep inside, again.

ellie was getting a taste of her own medicine. and she liked it.

she liked to watch you as your eyes fluttered while your mouth and fingers worked on her. your dress was scrunched up at your hips, exposing your tiny panties and big ass. god, just looking at you had her cumming on your mouth.

"god, youre fucking killing me." ellie groaned and leaned her head back onto the pillows as her back arched into your tongue. you had to hold her waist down with your free arm while ellie rode out her high onto you.

you climbed back up so you were straddling her again; she was panting like a dog and her green eyes were glazed over as she looked up at you like you were a literal angel sent from heaven.

your hand cupped her cheek, brushing away the loose hair. her eyes fluttered closed, taking in your soft touch.

"you liked that, huh?" you whispered to her and kissed her nose.

"mmhm," she mumbled sleepily, "but it's your turn now."

her hands suddenly grabbed you and flipped you over so ellie was the one on top, and it felt oh, so familiar.

soon enough, her biggest strap was plowing into your abused cunt, your face was pushed into her mattress, her hands on either side of your head.

your screams filled her ears, making her thrust faster. she pulled you up by your hips so your pretty ass faced her. you supported yourself on your elbows and your head hung as she hit your spot over and over again.

"never gettin' away from me again, angel." she panted to you, and all you could do was moan in response.

"too- too much, ellie.. god!" your fingers gripped the sheets and you tried to get away from the brutal thrusts of ellie's strap, but as soon as she saw what you were doing, she grabbed your waist with one arm and pulled your back against her chest.

"dont you fuckin dare. do not run from me." her voice was clear in your ear, and your head fell back onto her shoulder as she pushed up into you. "thats it, thats my girl."

her free hand went to your clit, pushing you over the edge. you screamed her name, probably waking up the entire apartment complex.

ellie's long arms wrapped around you as your eyes drooped. you loved to listen to her heartbeat when you laid your head on her chest, completely fucked out.

"i really do love you, you know that, right?" her voice was so gentle, she was scared to lose you after tonight. after all you said.

you sighed deeply, still laying on her. "then stay."

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when..”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism

wc: 2449

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“CAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,” emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, “and she let it happen! those poor human souls… HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!” her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis

she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. “ugh… if only i can do something.”

“thats the thing, emily. you can.” you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.

“how?! we’ve been trying to find ways for the past week! even then…” she turns “i dont want.. you know.” a rare frown settles on the seraphim’s face.

“you dont want to let sera down, huh?” she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.

“no…! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myself…”

that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.

“youre not thinking of going down there… are you?” ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.

“i cant just leave them there em– i just.” you frown “i can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.”

“this is about your father… isnt it?”

static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?

“you dont understand.”

she calls your name, “its just— its dangerous down there.”

“look, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any way…”

“thats not true, though.” she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.

“i help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. … but my fa..fami…,” you hesitate, debating over your word choice, “… they’re down there; it seems like my life attracts ‘bad things’, hah. i just.. i need to go.”

“i understand that but… do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?”

her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.

“…good night, emily.” hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.

thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.

you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heaven’s court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.

“WELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?” adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.

“good evening, sir adam, maam,” you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, “dont mind a gal like me, just strollin’ her way home.”

“AH, well, since we’re here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont you–”

“no—,” you take a deep breath, “no, thank you.”

“bitch, you didnt even let me fini–.”

“well pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little… excursion to hell.”

“OH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.” your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face “two, you got kickass aim! you shot… squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?”

“whether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.” trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.

lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.

adams voice booms at you “LISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.”

“uhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,” the man smirks as she continues , “outings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to ya’.”

you shouldve flown off a long time ago.

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the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.

it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emily’s to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand… hypothetically.

its not like that stop you anyway.

flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.

whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.

a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.

i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.

a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.

your soul could be enslaved.

.

you were never that dumb, anyway.

you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fall—

“MMPHM!” you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.

“WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN’, YOU WRENCH!” the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. “BETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!”

“sorry, maam…”

“sorry, my ass! hmph.”

you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by… a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.

CANNIBAL TOWN.

ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.

“haha… hello… there, good sir.” some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it… he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. “that is mine, thank you.”

your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.

however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ank—

sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.

see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.

right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black… PITCH black irises.

“oh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!” she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.

“ALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showin’ up at my doorstep!” she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.

she clicks her tongue and smiles “ah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing ya’, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!”

“as much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.” you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.

“ohh, we’ll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys… you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!” she pushes you inside a cute ol’ building Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.

“sit, sit! make yourself comfortable,” her motherly tone calms you down, “can i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.” she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.

you introduce youreelf formally, “its a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a gal’ like yourself.” you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.

“awwww, you’re so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of ya’, you drip with honey, hun!”

“i could say the same for you, maam.” you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.

“here, i’ll getcha fixed up in no time.”

silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.

“thank you, by the way.”

“oh, don’t mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.” she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.

“well— um,” you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.

“oooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastor’s podcast! quite the charmer, he is!”

his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.

“greetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio sh…”

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you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.

pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during one’s lifetime which will then be passed down to the organism’s offspring.

the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next genera…

genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.

you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.

newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.

“thats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookin’ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!” his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.

some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.

even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.

thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.

the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.

you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.

“im no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lil’ water on ya’”

exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.

“hush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,” very unlike him , “be a dear and grab a towel?”

you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. “you need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..” you smiled “and a nice cup of tea, hm?”

he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet “hey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!”

“aah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?”

“im your only daughter, pa.”

“and you are also my favorite daughter.”

you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, “go shower! ugh, now i need to change..” you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. “shoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethin’.”

“thank you, dear.”

“anything for you dad.”

anything for you.

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Dumb Lucifer Scenario Dump

Here are just a bunch of like random scenarios that popped into my head; usually when I was half asleep or hadn't slept for several days. Im not going to do anything with these beyond this post so if someone wants to like turn these into a short story or comic, feel free. Just link back and give me credit for the idea please ~<3

WARNING: Actual brainrot below the cut. Not beta read we die like men -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Who Needs Magic Anyway? ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(Little bit of context; this idea came about because I was talking to @writteninlunarlight-years about the whole 'there is only one bed trope thing)

Lucifer and reader are both drinking together. They both get so plastered that the reader cant go home on their own and Lucifer cant make a decent portal. (The portals keep fizzing out, going to the wrong places.... Point is he cant do it right atm).

So Lucifer offers to have the reader stay with him for the night. Even in their drunkin state, the reader side-eyes Lucifer at his offer and the guy just keeps digging his hole deeper Saying stuff like:

Lucifer: I-I meant we can sleep together as friends. Reader: *blinks* Lucifer: WAIT-

Lucifer even offers to make you one of those stupid pillow walls in between you two if your really that uncomfortable. What a gentleman

Anyway, you both eventually end up in his bedroom and Lucifer changes into duck pajamas (because of course thats what he has. what else would the guy have really). Then you both look at each other awkwardly as you both realize you… don't exactly have anything comfortable to sleep in.

Lucifer quickly says that its fine! He will just magic you up some pjs! Easy! Well. The problem is when he does this, his alcohol infused brain defaulted the entire concept of sleepwear to mean 'Lucifer’s sleepwear.' So when he zaps you, you end up with a perfectly matching set of ducky nightshirt and pants to Lucifer’s very own.

Lucifer immediately wants to die.

Bonus: This entire thing has now made me headcanon that Lucifer cannot control his magic when he is drunk

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Playing the Hero ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

NOTE: I used a spider here, but really it can be any bug. Or whatever you want. I just did a spider because fuck spiders, and the idea of Lucifer cowering at a mini Angel Dust was very funny to me

Its late at night and as usual Lucifer cannot sleep. Lucifer is suddenly disturbed however, by the reader in their adorable pajamas. They are looking around nervously, with their hands hidden in their sleeves.

The man is immediately ready to do anything they ask cause they are just so darn cute.

The reader sheepishly asks him if he can kill a giant spider that has decided to make itself at home in their room. Lucifer, ever the sin of pride, (and maaayyybe wanting to impress them a little), excitedly says that of course he can! Completely pushing away the fact that, he too, is afraid of spiders.

They both go to the reader's room and as soon as Lucifer sees the spider he panics a little. (”Oh god, that is actually a big spider.”, ”Why are its legs so long??”)

Wanting to play the hero but also not wanting to go anywhere near the accursed thing, Lucifer thinks itll be a great idea to just- zap it.

Well, the thing is Lucifer’s hands are very shaky at the moment, due to a combination of having all the reader's attention on him and the fear of holyshitspider. So when he tries to zap the thing he completely fucking misses like an idiot.

The spider goes flying toward the two of them, resulting in both of them bursting out of the room screaming bloody murder and waking up the rest of the hotel.

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Don't Overthink It ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(Again, inspired by @writteninlunarlight-years specifically her post about Making Flower Crowns for the Hazbin Men. This prompt takes place during Valentines Day, but you can easily modify it to be during a different holiday. Can be platonic or romantic.

Valentines Day comes around, and you decide to gift one to the infamous King of Hell. Because youll be sending it anonymously, you decide to go all out. You get him a super nice duck themed gift, handwrite him a card, as well as get him a stunning bouquet.

What you didn't anticipate however, was Lucifer completely losing it when he receives the gift. Apparently its been decades/centuries since he last received a Valentine, let alone one as nice as the one you gave him.

He was the King of Hell after all. You assumed he got a million Valentines automatically because of his position. I mean, Alastor got piles of them so why WOULDNT the King of Hell?

Because of its anonymous nature, Lucifer's ever romantic heart gets obsessed with the Valentine. You love bombed the poor guy on complete accident. Lucifer starts trying to do his own little 'investigations' to figure out who made it for him, like comparing different handwritings to the one on the card and such. Lucifer even starts daydreaming about who it could be and imagining what they are like.

(if its romantic) Your afraid to tell him you did it because you don't want to complicate your friendship with Charlie. A part of you also feels guilty that you somehow managed to put yourself on such a high pedestal in Lucifer's eyes when... your just you.

(if its platonic) You don't want to break Lucifer's heart and tell him that you just wanted to do something nice. You feel guilty for getting his hopes up for something/someone that doesn't exist.

BONUS: At some point in the story, the reader walks by a trashcan/dumpster full of Valentines meant for Alastor that he clearly just trashed right away. Alastor hates Valentines day because everyone wont. Stop. BUGGING. HIM.

[saintobio]

Hi saint! God you have no idea how much I wanted to go home after seeing you updated. You’re basically the only one with notifs on bc I cant, CANT, miss an update from my fave fic of all time (fears for my life bc you said it doesnt get better til chapter 14)

Anyway, this is not really a theory, but im curious as to what transpired between mc and toru the morning after their confrontation. Why did gojo leave? Did they fight? Did mc force him to leave to go to akemi to lessen her feelings of guilt?

Anyway, why do i have a feeling that akemi could, COULD, be 🤰? bc if my memory is correct, I recalled one scene where they woohooed with akemi saying she wanted no protection on? And since i do work on a medical field, it is possible for cramps when implantation happens (mc will have the heart attack of her lifetime istg). Although it could also be bc of her condition bc it wasnt really really explicitly stated in one chapter they woohooed without protection on (my memory is foggy bc i never reread chapters where they woohooed. I feel mc’s pain 🥲🥲) but why do i also have a feeling mc could be pregnant too

👁️👄👁️ bc they did have sachiro after woohooing in the first few chapters of SN (theyre both so fertile skdhjssk). Also, I feel like mc’s heart condition is coming back :((( after chapter 10 where she was pounding her heart to stop the pain, I can only imagine her angina waiting in the corner ;((

There’s only a few remaining chapters left (💔) but theres still so much drama and tension left unresolved (Gem still doesnt know they 👉🏽👌🏽) I thank you from the bottom of my heart that you continuously grace us with your writing. There are only a few fics that really made me feel the pain and surely your writing will always be at the top of a godtier list when it comes to giving heavy angst (i can only hope they have a HEA and have a new kid bc i really wanna see satoru redeem himself as a father 🥲🥲) I will surely miss this series when it ends and I will surely reread this when I am feeling the blues and just want to cry. Your brain and hands work wonders and I hope people here would also learn that waiting for the next update is definitely worth it (please stop pressuring her for new updates :(( saint gives her entire heart writing this. The wait is so so worth it).

And before this ends I would like to ask mc and satoru what are their current thoughts are after their 😏 hot steamy confrontation (I WAS SO HAPPY THEY FCKED TBH) no pressure if they wont answer hehe. Thank you for giving us SN and SY, Saint! I will look forward to future fics from you. Sending you much love and I hope and pray that you get all your heart’s desire 💛💛💛💛

hello loveee!! those are really good questions and thank you so much for ur kind words 🥹 i recognize ur blog bc you’ve been a longtime reader of mine, so happy to still see u here <3 anyway, your theories:

1. the morning after, gojo and yn are already having an emotional exchange (kinda) thats why yn was already crying when akemi caught them!

2. what i can only say is akemi’s pelvic pain situation is there for a specific reason :)

3. their families (gen, momjo, etc) will be back soon, it’s total chaos

4. while doing it? they’re definitely going crazy for each other. next morning is all guilt !!

[worldussysblog]

Way Back Home | Twisted Wonderland X Reader/Yuu

Summary: In which Yuu is finally able to go back home, all thanks to Ortho's genius mind and Mickey's help.

Ft.Yuu, Grim , Ace , Deuce , Jack , Epel, Ortho , Mickey (mention) , Malleus (Mention)

Warnings: Book 7 Spoilers , slight mention/implied Malleyuu, Grammatical errors, angst with a happy ending , Gender Neutral! Yuu

English is not my first language so please bear with me!

Thanks to Ortho's genius mind and Mickey's help they manage to connect the mirror in Ramschackle Dorm to your world. Ace, Deuce , Grim , Epel and Jack were all there when Ortho had announced that he and Mickey finally finished Yuu's way back home. All of them are happy for Yuu, happy that their friend who's from another world is finally able to go back home , home a place where they used to belong , a place that's not Twisted wonderland. But despite the happiness they felt for their friend they cant help but feel a sense of sadness unto their chest as the realization hits them like a brick, this is it Yuu is going back to their world meaning there will be no one who will stop the braincell trio from doing anymore shenigans and will save them from getting in trouble with their housewarden.

This is not what they expected to hear as soon as Yuu along with Ortho had called them to meet at Ramshackle Dorm, sure they expect that it must've been about meeting Mickey along with the clues about the other world but not this!, it's not what they have in mind it might sound selfish but they really wanted Yuu to stay at Twisted Wonderland with them and they all will graduate in NRC and Yuu will be there to capture the moment when finally all reached to their goals and dreams and someday in the future after they graduate they all will have their little meet ups, talking about their daily lives and looking back to the times where they all cause troubles left and right during their school days and all of them will be support Yuu when they finally decided to confessed their feelings to a certain dragon and they will all be watching Yuu walking down the aisle as they get married to the love of their life. That's the future they all imagine, a future on whereas they all had reached their happy ending.

But.... looking at the situation they're all currently in , they doubt that any of it will happen considering Yuu is going back home, sure it might still happen to some of them but it will never be the same without Yuu.

"Wahh, We finally finished it!" Ortho happily said

"Yeah, thanks to your genius mind and with Mickey's help Prefect can finally go back to their world" Deuce stated as he smiled but his smile didn't reached his eyes.

"Agreed" Epel and Jack said in unison

"So... you're finally going back home huh" Ace said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Not that im going miss you or anything" he quickly added as he wiggle his hands in front of him.

"Yeah sure, what ever helps you sleep at night man" Epel said to Ace

"Huh?! The hell you mean by that?!" Ace Argued

As Epel were about to retort back another voice had beat him to it.

"If you go home, what will happen to me? Will I still be able yo stay here or will I be kick out once you're gone?" Grim said as he looks down on the floor below him with his ears down.

Silence had filled the room as soon as Grim said/ask those words Epel and Ace stops in their tracks and look at him.

"[Ahh that's right Prefect and Grim are counted as one student so there's a possiblity that grim might get kick out since he's not a qualified student]" They all thought as they all give Grim a look of sadness and pity.

Much to their suprise the silence that had engulf the room was replace by a sound of laughter that had come from the Prefect

"HUH?! Why are you laughing?!" Ace Said

"Yeah!!, what's so damn funny huh henchman?!, im here being all sad that you're leaving and thinking about my possible future and yet you're laughing?!" Grim angrily said as he uses his paws to punch your legs.

"Im sorry you guys, it's just pfftt AHAHAEHFUWODJE" Yuu said between laughter while wiping the tears in their eyes. Once you finally stop laughing and started to compose yourself you turned to them.

"So mind telling us why you suddenly laughing?" Ace asked

"It's just that did you all really think that I'm going back home?" Yuu said as they look at them seriously

"HUH?!/EH?!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK HOME?!" Ace said while waving his hands in frentzy manner

"Yeah! I agree what do you mean by that? And what about Ortho and Mickey's hard work?!" Deuce added

"Jeez you guys one question at a time" Yuu said.

"Okay, First of all im not going back home because even if i did go back it's not certain whether the people i used to know before being send here is still alive" Yuu added

"Eh? What's that supposed to mean?" Epel Asked

"I mean, who knows? Maybe the time between Twisted Wonderland and My world goes differently like for example what if 2 months pass by here and 5 years had passed since then in my world? Think of it like astronaut who spent 3 months in space and when they go back to land a lot of years had pass" Yuu answered as they shrugged their shoulders.

"Well they do have a point" Jack said, agreeing to what Yuu had said.

"Besides I'm not the type of person who breaks their promise" Yuu added

"And to answer your question on my hard work being wasted , it wasn't wasted because there was never a way to go back home for Yuu" Ortho said as he flew to them

"Huh? Wait what?!"

"No.." Epel said

"Way.." Deuce continue

"HOME?!" Ace yelled

"Ffgna?! What do you mean by that Ortho?!" Grim added

"It's just as what Ortho had said , there was never a way back home for me" Yuu said while chuckling to their self as they look at their friends' faces

"Yup that's right , no matter how hard we work to find a way we can't really find what we're looking for until we finally had come to conclusion that there was never really a way back home for them" Ortho explained

"And besides even if Ortho and Mickey did found a way back home for me , I'm still staying here because i have found my futute here in Twisted Wonderland And that Future is with you guys, I would loce to spend every single moment i have here in this world alongside you" Yuu said as they smiled at their friends in front of them.

*sniffs* *hic* "Ffgnah!! Stop it henchman! How dare you make the Great Grim cry!!!" Grim cried out as he punch your leg with his paws but immediately stops and hugged your leg using your pants to wipe aways his tears.

"I..I agree!! Yer making me lose my cool ya know?!" Epel added as he too aggressively wiped away his tears.

"Im...Im so happy that you're staying here with us Prefect" Deuce stated as tears slowly form in his eyes

"Oh come on now Deuce what do you take me for? Someone aho break their promise?"

"Huh?" Deuce asked confuse about what Yuu is implying

Yuu sighed before replying to their confuse friend ,

"I made a promise didn't I? I promise that I'll be there when you finally get your badge the day you become a police officer" Yuu said while smiling at Deuce

Deuce softly chuckles and being glad that Yuu still remembered there conversation back when he was assign as a stargazer,

"Ahh so you still remember it huh..." Deuce said while giving Yuu a close eyed smile.

"Well don't worry!, I'll make sure to graduate here in NRC as a Honor student and get that badge so i can proudly show if off to you and Mom , so you guys can smile at me and think of how far I've come" he quickly added with a proud look on his face and very determined to keep his word.

Though the wholesome moment was ruin by a certain red hair

"Pfft you should probably study for the upcoming exams before saying that besides with the way how your grades are doing I doubt that" Ace said while laughing

Jack sighs and the shook his head in disappointment at Ace "You really know how to ruin the mood dont you" he said as he watches the scene unfolds already knowing that somethings' about to go down.

Deuce' mood mmediately switches after hearing Ace' comment about his grades

"HUH?! IF YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, SAY IT TO MY FACE" Deuce argued , "Besides you can't be the one talking when you got yourself a 3 hour lecture from Housewarden Riddle after he found out that you failed your history exam!!" Deuce added , and somehow the words that left Deuce mouth irked Ace

"Huh?! You're making that up!! That never happen!" Ace Argued back

The two keep arguing while the others just watch in amusement and some in disappointment (Jack)

"And.... there they go again , seriously everytime those two argue they look like a kids who's figjting over a small piece of candy" Yuu said as they watched their friend argue like little kids

"Ha.. i guess somethings never change huh" Epel said as he chuckles

"You know what? Let's just end this , it's pointless arguing with an idiot" Ace said as he shook his head

"THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" Deuce argued once again

"You guys that's enough and calm down" Ortho said as he tried to break the fight between two idiots

"Hmmph agreed you two are making a mess to our dorm" Grim said

Ace and Deuce look at each other before sighing to their selves

"Fine" they said in unison

"Anyways let's get back to what we came here for, let's go back to the fact that Yuu is staying here with us" Jack said breaking the atmosphere created by two idiots

"I.. I still can't believe that you're staying here with us Yuu" - Epel

"Heh im glad your staying here henchman it will be a pain to find another henchman if you go" Grim said as if he didn't just had a break down when he found out that his 'henchman' is "leaving".

"Well , what are you guys waiting for? This moment calls a Group hug!" Yuu happily said as they open their arms ready for group hug

All of them except Jack quickly rushed to Yuu's side to hug them

"What about you Jack? Aren't you going to join us too?" Ortho asked

"Im not really used to those kind of things" Jack answered

"Oh please don't be like that this is a happy moment" Yuu said as they extend their hand to Jack

"Ugh fine" Jack groaned before joining the hug

The seven friends continue hugged each other as if it's the last time they'll all see each other (quite literally if Ortho and Mickey *did* find a way and if Yuu decided to leave TW).

Bonus:

"You know... since you're staying here might as well confess your feelings to Draconia-senpai y'know?" Ace said

"HUH?! SHUT UP ACE! I DONT HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR TSUNOTARO!" Yuu protests (they actually had feeling for malleus , they only deny it cause once Ace heard it from them confirming that they indeed held feeling for their horned friend , Ace wouldn't shut up about it and will keep teasing them until they eventually confess )

"Yeah , yeah whatever helps you sleep at night" Ace said while having his teasing grin, "Besides it's so obvious that you have feeling for him y'know no need to hide it hehe" he added

"Continue with that nonsense and I'll tell Riddle that you ate a tart that's meant for the unbirthday party again" Yuu said while smirking at him as they watch Ace face turn pale

"Okay okay i take it back you dont have any feelings for him and that he's only a friend, there HAPPY?!" Ace said

"Even though i know you have feelings for him , i won't tease you about it anymore just don't tell the housewarden about the tart i don't want to be collared again" Ace added

"Good, and yes i won't tell him about the tart but i will tell him about how you failed the history exam.... again" Yuu said while grinning evilly at Ace

"WHAT THE- YOU'RE SO EVIL"

The End♡

Im so sorry if some of the characters are ooc but i hope you enjoyed it!!💓💓

I made this to keep myself busy since i have nothing else to do

[99guz]

Opening the door to your apartment you didn’t expect to see a pair of shoes at the entrance. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at them almost missing the smell in the air. Quietly taking off your shoes and slipping into your house slippers you carefully make your way into the apartment peaking your head around the corner to the kitchen area. There is a man over the stove with his back towards you and your eyes widen in terror. How the hell did this person get into your place? You go to yell out to them when they turn their head to the side and you instantly recognise your best friend's side profile.

Your shoulders relax and a sigh leaves your lips “Oh my god you scared the shit out of me.” you say.

Wooyoung looks back from his place at the stove with a smile overcoming his face. “Welcome home!” he greets.

Placing your work bag onto the dining table you work to take off your coat. “I thought you said you were coming back next week?” you ask. Wooyoung had been on tour for the past few months. A tour which the both of you have been very excited about because he had been able to go to more countries. He loves to travel and learn about other cultures. It’s a trait that you really admire in him.

You watch as he focuses on the food which he is preparing. “Yeah I wanted to surprise you which is why I said I was coming back next week. I missed my best friend so I was thinking we will have dinner and catch up on everything that I missed while I was gone.” he explains and you nod.

“Alright well I’m gonna shower. Be right back.” Leaving Wooyoung in the kitchen you make your way down the hallway and into the bathroom to freshen up. By the time you are back the table is set up with food. “Where do you want me to start?” you ask taking a seat at the table.

Wooyoung opens a bottle of soju pouring into two different glasses. “What is going on with Jia and Tayong? Last I heard the engagement is off?” his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

Taking a sip from your glass you hum. “Okay so we need to take it real back for the full story. So you remember they got engaged right before Tayong had gone on that business trip a few months ago. Well, it turns out that he cheated while on that business trip!”

Wooyoung’s mouth hangs open in shock “Are you serious?! Tayong cheated?” he squealed out.

Nodding your head, taking a bite of the meat Wooyoung cooked. “Yes but that's not even the part that is crazy. So you know like a few months ago that Jia’s cousin moved in with them cause she needed a place to stay while she was apartment hunting. Well turns out she knew Tayong even before that happened.” you jested

His eyebrows narrow “Does she know the girl he cheated on?” he questions. I nod my head and Wooyuong crosses his leg placing an arm on the table leaning on it. “Who is it?” Leaning back into the chair you cross one of your legs over the other soju cup in hand while taking a drink. He observes your facial expressions and you can see the moment in clicks in his head. His eyes widen and a scream escapes his mouth slamming his hand onto the table. “Shut the fuck up! No? No!” All you do is nod. “That bitch! How did Jia find out though?” he inquires.

You place the glass back on the table. “They got fucking cocky and were fucking in the house! She came home and saw them. So the engagement is off and both sides of the family are in an uproar right now. It’s full on war.” you state. “And the fucking audacity of Tayong to come and be like ‘Baby please forgive me it meant nothing it was a mistake’ give me a fucking break.”

“You fucking cheated on your fiance with her cousin! Why is it when they are cheating it’s not a mistake but as soon as they get caught it is full of dramatics.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes with a sigh.

“I would fucking be in jail right now if it was me.” you blurt out.

“Okay dail it back I’m a public figure here cant bail you out and have my reputation fucked.” he takes a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

You tilt your head to the side “You wouldn't bail me out if I killed my cheating fiance?” you questioned. Wooyoung doesn't answer, just takes another bite out of his meal. “You’d let me rot in jail you bitch!?” You scoffed.

Silence takes over the table before you both burst out into laughter. “Let's be honest, I'm in there with you. We can get San or Yeosang to bail us out.” The image of Yeosang and San bailing you both out of jail makes you laugh.

We continued to go over all the drama which Wooyoung had missed while on tour until we both finished off our plates and moved over to the couch. Wooyoung tells you about all the countries he went to and everything he did while on tour. You both stay up late into the night talking about everything before going to sleep.

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASK :)))))🍤🍤🍤

I do not.. but man I really need to give them names. I intend to name my FNAF au before drawing Moon Malfunction 2.0. And my Deltarune AU... ehhh.. idk, I'll just see if anything comes to me <XD (I'm open to suggestions! :0 )

@eggswastaken

Thank you! But sorry, no fanart rule. I wouldn't like for anyone to draw my AUs Asgore.. Thank you for asking first though <:) A lot of people would have just drawn it and not have cared to ask.

:DD Thank you so much!! :}}}

@luna-purple454

AAA THANK YOU FELLOW ASGORE ENJOYER! XDD

As for his backstory I don't really have any new ideas.. but as for the future?

I have ideas of Asgore seeing other versions of people he used to know. And it really hurts him. Like maybe they pass by and AU where he sees a Toriel. And his heart just aches. Or he sees a Gerson or Gaster, and he just longs for those people. He misses them and it kills him that he cant ever go back home.

Imagine if he met a Toriel that hated Asgore, post murdering kids. And she understands that he's a different Asgore but she cant help but be cold towards him. That might hurt worse than just missing his family. Someone with his wife's face being indirectly disappointed in him. Ashamed of him, angry at him. He never did those things that her Asgore did. But she still glares at him out of habit. And that kills him more than anything. And don't even get me started when he hears about the horrible fates this AUs Asriel and Chara suffered.

I can imagine that like Grillby, his body becomes more unstable the more emotional he is. Maybe they walk through an AU where Asgore meets that Toriel. And by the time they're ready to leave Asgore is wrecked. Seeing all these people broke his spirit. His body has significantly dissolved and he can no longer walk. All he does is hang his head low and weep. Saying he cant move.. and he wants to go home..

Jevil might be able to take the whole group to another AU, despite Asgore's state. But likely they'd just camp out for an extra day or so until Asgore can pull himself back together..

Aw, I'm sorry you're sick, that's no fun. <:( But I'm glad my artwork is helping you feel a bit better :}}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Positively giddy my dear fellow

@elegysonnet

I haven't seen it yet, but it looks good and I plan to watch it! :0

@pinkbomb08

:D Thank you! Even if you have nothing to ask, I don't mind a nice message! :}}

@veeneeyyyy

Thank you! And hey man. Being down on yourself about your artwork is just gonna make you feel worse and slowly chip away at your confidence. Trust me, I've been there.

Try your best to always say something positive about the art that you make. No matter how much you think/believe that its bad. And never follow it up with anything bad either, "the face came out nice... but this hand looks terrible-" No. None of that. Actively force yourself to never say anything negative about your art out loud and always search for things that you like in the piece. If you seriously cant find a single thing to be positive about, then say "well I did my best. And I improved a little at art because I drew this."

Trust me man. From personal experience it will do wonders for your self confidence. Eventually that confidence will become second nature. Fake it till you make it.💪

@nutty-candy-lover

WAAA THANK YOUUUUU HHHGHFIIUSDAFI💖💖💖😭😭

REALLY THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I take so much pride in my expressions and angst! I've never really been the best at expressing my stories through dialogue. So I express it through body language instead!

A big chunk of the drawing time is the sketching and the line art. Trying my best to get specific expressions and poses. Like in this post! Most of the line art time was spent making sure that Grillby and Asgore eyes were juuuust right. And that Asgore's hug didn't look too tight or like Grillby couldn't pull away if he needed to. More like he was holding/supporting Grillby with 1 arm, and resting his hand on his back with the other.

I always have this thought process while drawing of "his pose looks a bit stiff, his shoulders aren't drooped down enough. He's grieving, so he needs to look heavier. His eyebrows should be furrowed a bit tighter. No now he looks angry, less furrow, more tears. His tears look too fresh. He needs to look like he's cried a lot recently. Okay thinner tears and marks around the eyes-" things like that.

I enjoy drawing these physical expressions so much and I really try to make them look good. So to hear that you see that effort I put in and you really like it?? wwAAA AWOOOOGOROOG😭😭💖🍤💓💖💘THANK YOU WAAAAAA

@cupcake-kingdom

Sort of..? I think they would have a decent relationship. I imagined him being a cold father but sometimes shows that he cares in his own special way.

Like for example. A comic that I never got around to drawing started with Bowser having a nightmare about Mario. When he wakes up, he proceeds to roam from room to room around his castle. Checking on all of his kids 1 by 1. He could stop by and maybe close their open windows, tuck them back in if their blankets were kicked off. A stuffed animal fell off the bed so he puts it back.

I think I planned for him to make it to JRs room. And instead of just checking and leaving, he goes and scoops JR up and take him back to his room. He also checks on Kamek and the Commander. before going back to bed with JR.

That might be a good way to explain it. He like- he loves his kids, he does. But he's just super weird about showing it and can only be truly tender towards them when something like that nightmare happens.

I don't believe so no. :/

I'm not sure, I haven't seen the Amazing Digital Circus yet <XD

@growing-past-me

Woah woah woah- slow down for a sec, Jevil and Seam are strictly friends through and through.😅 I personally don't support/enjoy ships of any kind. Its just really not my taste. :/

But yes! Which ever story I end up going with, Jevil and Seam escape their AU together and rekindle their friendship. :}

Yes! It is! :DD

Its also a double whammy though because its also meant to parallel Foxy having his mouth tied shut and his hook being removed. 👀👀

I haven't really thought about it too much..

Perhaps they'd feel betrayed? Because Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie all lied to them to keep Gregory a secret? Maybe there would be fighting because Chica and the others think they should call security but Freddy insists that they dont?

Maybe they would think that Freddy is malfunctioning because of how hard he pushing against their protocol? Maybe they'd call security on Freddy because of how he's acting..? Who knows <XD

As for how they acted the night Gregory was there.. man.. they wouldn't know what to say. Some might not even believe it happened, some would be ashamed.. it would be a hard pill to swallow for sure :(

@random-entity-363

XDD he really does use the power of tape to fix things doesn't he? I think he was also just a bit lucky that a lot of the damage on Bonnies body could just be poorly taped back into place.

I supposes that Staff bots could be used to aid Foxy is certain shows of his. But ultimately he is meant to be a 1 man band while preforming in Pirates cove <:/

"Bonnie you have no business being this larg" XDD

I've seen that all over Tumblr in the past few days. I really gotta get around to watching it <XD

@beryl-shade

I suppose its always possible. Although with how I've structured my Vanessa and the "bug", I don't think anyone/anything would make Bonnie do that..

XDD Yeah I can see them freaking out. As would anyone!

Well Bonnie didn't become this way over night. It was a slow process over the span of ten years. Years of constantly being overwhelmed with his performances, interacting with large crowds that he's not designed to process, his friends not giving him space when he really needed it.. He just slowly crumbled more and more until now he's just this cold, angry and rude individual.

However,, when it comes to Vanessa he's not that bad.

Bonnie is designed for interacting with groups of no more then 10 people at a time. He's even better at 1-1 interactions. And that's what Vanessa is. Just 1 person to process. Just 1 child.

And unlike most other kids that Bonnie deals with, she is very shy and quiet. She almost talks less then Bonnie does. That could be why Bonnie was Vanessa's favorite character. She preferred characters who weren't as loud as Monty or as active as Foxy. A slow moving, mellow animatronic is what she was drawn to.

I've imagined them interacting. Bonnie would ask her a question and she would just nod. If she were scared/sad she might not rush to Bonnie for a hug. Rather just sheepishly sit next to him and hold his hand.

What I'm trying to say is, she matches Bonnie's energy pretty well. Bonnie is not scary to her and Vanessa isn't overwhelming for Bonnie. I imagined them camping out in Bonnies room. The darkness makes Vanessa feel hidden, so she actually prefers it. She's shy so she doesn't really say much to Bonnie.. But she feels safe with him.

Maybe she squeaks out a little; "..thank you for helping me.." Bonnie could then turn his head a little and nod. Vanessa could smile and then curl up next to Bonnie. Eventually falling asleep.

They could work, and maybe their bond isn't the same as Freddy and Gregory's, but that doesn't mean it's lesser. Or that they're not as close. I think they're just right for each other. An overwhelmed animatronic mixed with a really quiet kid is a good mix I'd say :0

(Post in question)

I don't have an answer for either <XD

He was just reading "a book" and Kwazii was about to do "a dumb thing"-

@ocinstituterep

I haven't really given their exact ages much thought. Though I kind'a have an age range..? I feel like Barnacles is 40-50 years old. Maybe closer to 40.? Inkling is like in his 60-70s.

Dashi, Shellington, Kwazii, Tweak and Peso are all just bunched together between 20 and 40 years old. But Peso could be the youngest of the 5 and Kwazii the oldest maybe..?

The Vegimals are all under 10 I think.

I have not drawn that before no :/

Also that fact list was fun! XDD

[aiysan2]

'Tell me something Dirty' Shoji x reader

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Peer-pressure, drugs, needles, blowjob if there is anything i missed let me know

He didn't know you knew so many people, they swarmed the house like flies. He stayed in a corner Tokoyami had found Tsuyu and they were probably having sex in one of the many rooms that you had.

He wanted to be around you, the only other person whom he felt closest to, but had lost you when the 40th person had walked through the door. Now he was sat outside your locked room, refusing alcohol from his classmates.

" Just try some Shoji it'll help you cool off." Todoroki offered waving a bottle of vodka in his face while leaning on a drunk Midoriya, and super sober Iida.

"I really am ok." He insisted for what felt like the umpteenth time of the night.

"It's good to see someone keep their principles in order." Iida congratulated despite his very out of character sexy policeman costume.

"Thank you Iida," Shoji grumbled standing from his spot and putting one of his tentacles next to Iida's ear so he could hear him better. " Have you seen y/n anywhere?"

"Dancing in the basement probably."

Why would anyone dance in a basement?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That's why.

Shoji looked around the large room that spanned the whole plan of the house, strobe lights and loud electronic music playing by Hanta Sero the self appointed DJ. As he walked in a middle aged women who he assumes was one of your maids used her hands, that stretched out, (her quirk probably) to put a glow stick necklace on his neck.

He wondered how he would be able to find you in the large body of gyrating teens especially in the large dark room lit up by strobe lights and glowsticks.

It seemed he had to find you quickly, just to let you know he was going.

He remembered your costume, the well fitted black lingerie set that you convinced yourself was a costume with the long black cape. Using his quirk he created a web of eyes searching the crowd for you. It didn't take long, you had removed your cloak dancing with the handsome Yuga Aoyoma.

He wafted through the crowd going to the place that you were stood earlier drums splitting as the bass rattled the floor and vibrated his body.

"Y/n." He called, still not getting your attention as you continued dancing on Aoyoma.

"Y/n!" He tapped your shoulder, still not getting your attention as you thought it was someone bumping into you.

"Y/n!" He screamed, pulling both your shoulders and turning you to him.

You had a look of shock, then smiled at him a large dopey smile.

"Shoji what's up!" You yelled over the music.

"I'm going home now." He stated his 'mouth' near your ear so you could hear him clearly.

You shook your head, frowning at him as if he had just offended you.

"You cant do that Sho, please stay." You begged, your eyes pleading pouring your lip in a weird attempt to look cute.

"I'm not really enjoying myself." He pressed, feeling someone's Edwards scissorshands costume poke his back. "It's just not my scene."

" But you haven't seen the cinema, or the pool or my cosy little VIP room."

You pressed yourself closer to him tracing hearts on his chest staring at his face as your hand slowly moved towards his dick, feeling the way he twitched when you pressed into it.

'pervert' you thought, rubbing him through his trousers, watching the way his eyes thinned as he glared at you.

"Do you want me to show you my VIP room sir? " Your voice sultry hoping he got your gist even if he couldn't hear you properly. " I promise I'll make it worth your while."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were back in your own room, kneeling against a wall, Shoji stood tall in front of you as you had his cock in your hand.

Maybe it was the drugs, because otherwise you wouldn't have talked yourself into the impossible mission of giving him head. It just felt right, he was always, well those three times, touching you, and you had rarely touched him.

He held his shirt up, brows furrowed, one hand was resting on the wall behind you, the other stroking your head as if he knew the calculations you were trying to do to fit him in your mouth.

You were infact trying to figure out if you could transform to a snake halfway without your dagger sharp teeth, so you could unhinge your jaw no problem.

You remembered with Bakugou, he could never be to rough when it came to you giving him head, otherwise your teeth would enlongate and you could scratch up his dick. Now you were trying to figure out what to do if your teeth did scratch him.

He was being so gentle with you, slowly rutting his cock in your hand and reassuring you.

"Sho what if it can't go in my mouth?"

"Why do you want to stop?* He asked moving back so his dick would slip out of your hand.

"Wait no," your hand reaching out towards him, " I wanna do it I'm just nervous." You admitted.

He walked over to you leaning over so his face was by yours "Don't worry I've got you."

"Just don't laugh," you mumbled. You leaned forward sticking your tongue out to catch his tip. Your tongue swirled around him, licking the precum pearling at the end.

Your hands gripped his thighs keeping yourself steady, opening your mouth and welcoming him in, it was hard you could definitely admit that, looking at him to see if he was enjoying himself.

You couldn't tell, his chest was rising and falling but his face was blank, his eyes not wide or narrow just staring at you intensely.

Only his tip had entered your mouth, you felt scared to allow anything else in as his size might suffocate you or the pressure might be to much. He was so heavy.

You tried again letting more of him in, your eyes watering, your jaw aching as you allowed him in, his mass hitting the back of your throat making you retract immediately.

"I-im sorry it's just very thick." You apologised, right hand stroking him to make up for the loss of contact.

"It's ok, try again." He encouraged wanting your mouth wrapped around him choking on him as he bullied it into your mouth. Of course he would never do that, not when you were having so many doubts of choking on him.

You stuck out your tongue welcoming him back in again opening your mouth as wide as possible while hollowing your cheeks. He hit the back of your throat again, but this time you didn't give up instead sucking him off, just like you had promised. The rest of him stayed in your hand jerking him off in hopes to satiate the lack of wetness around it.

You watched him watch you hoping to get more of a reaction than just his deep breaths and panting, you wanted to see it in his eyes, a carnal lust letting you know that you were doing a good job.

You maned up staring at his pelvic and prepared yourself, slipping him out of your mouth, before unhinging your jaw and taking his entirety down your throat.

"Y/n, fuck." He groaned him grabbing some of your hair to push you on him at his pace. He rutted into your aperture, your nose brushing the trimmed bed of pubes on his pelvis and his heavy balls slapping your chin.

Tears balled down your face as you fought the urge to gag around him, he was vocal now, his groans fighting the sounds of the music. His pupils had dilated with voracious fervor, he couldn't leave your gaze, he loved looking at your mouth so full of his cock, tearing up because of the size.

"You're so fucking good for me y/n."

His hips very keen, moving faster chasing the addictive stimulation of an orgasm. His head lulled back forcing himself into your throat before he twitched, a heat spreading through his body stilling him until it reaches his cock, dumbing out thick ropes of his arousal into your mouth.

He pulled out rubbing himself as he finished on your face, you clearing your throat as you let the air fill your lungs. You caught some of his excretion on your tongue, although most of it got on your face.

Shoji slouched over you, resting his body on the wall to catch his breath. You wiped your face with your hand laughing slightly at the situation.

"What?" He asked wondering why you were giggling.

"You came so much." You stated as if it was so funny.

He didn't get it.

He rolled his eyes.

"I don't get it." He shrugged rolling to the side and sitting next to you on the wall. He brought one of his hands up to your face to help you wipe it better.

"I'll help you get it." You told him.

You stood up going to the table were the syringe of hours before had laid untouched waiting for someone to come and collect it.

You sat down in front of him between his outstretched legs holding your hand out for his arm.

"I said I don't want to do it." He complained referring to your earlier conversation.

"Mate I just gave you head, the least you can do is have a little something." You said. He gave you his arm at that, " and it's totally medicinal and stuff, doctors use it to cure depression."

It wouldn't be bad for him to let loose a while, especially if he had to endure your overwhelming party.

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Hey! For your Miles requests, I'd love to read about what it might be like for the reader to watch Miles transfer to Visions if they both went to Brooklyn Middle together.

Not This Time

Miles Morales x fem!reader

Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Requested: yes

A/N: GUYS PARTICIPATE IN MY 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL PLEASE also hope you guys enjoy electro because I had to make something up.

300 Follower Special <3

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“You’re not gonna forget me right?” You wondered. 

It was the last week of summer and you were clinging to the last few days you had left with Miles. Sitting on his building’s rooftop you stared down at the Brooklyn you’ve known your whole life. You and Miles were the fastest of friends since your first day at Brooklyn Middle you genuinely couldn’t imagine not seeing him every day. You were still proud of him, however. Getting into Visions was a pretty big deal. 

“Why would you ask me that?” He glanced at you offended. 

You simply shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I dunno, you’ll go and make new friends and I won’t be so important anymore,” 

“No,” He shook his head, turning to face you. “That would never happen,” 

You looked back at him, maintaining eye contact. 

 “I’d never forget you,” He promised. 

The first week of freshman year was finally over. It wasn’t as bad as your middle school teachers tried to make it seem, you’d made a couple of new friends, and none of your teachers were mean.

Realizing you hadn’t spoken to Miles yet today you pulled your phone out to message him. 

you: how was your first week? 

miles: my science teacher was on my ass but my roommates not bad

miles: he doesn’t talk much 

you: i told you, you’d be fine

you: wanna go the end show w/me tonight in golconda

you: it’s at 7 

miles: im sorry I cant :( too much hw 

you: oh no don’t worry maybe next time

Putting your phone back down on your desk with a huff you tried not to feel disappointed. There would be other opportunities to hang out. It’s not like this was the end of your friendship. 

The excuses and cancellations only grew in numbers. Soon you’d gone from seeing Miles every day to barely holding a virtual conversation once a week. 

You weren’t going to sit around and wait for the crumbs of attention Miles was willing to give you. This would not be a one-sided relationship, you had too much self-respect for that. 

But just because you weren’t actively talking doesn’t mean you didn’t care. You’d just care from afar. 

—————-

You weren’t one to watch the news but the TV was open to Channel 12 when you made it home from running errands. Placing your grocery bags on the couch something compelled you to tune in. 

Seeing PDNY cars surrounding a crazed man wielding what looked to be lightning bolts sent you into a state of controlled panic. You practically sped to Miles’s apartment to check on Mr. Morales. 

He wasn’t there when you got to the apartment but Rio informed you he was okay and she’d just spoken to him on the phone.  

Letting out a sigh of relief you relaxed your shoulders. Slumping to sit down next to her on the couch she gave you a once-over 

“You’ve grown so much since I last saw you. How’s high school?” She asked, now getting a better look at you. 

“It’s definitely different,”

“We’ve missed you around here, Miles has been acting so different lately, he’s not my little boy anymore,” She sighed wistfully. 

“I miss you guys too,” You pouted.

 You didn’t want to get emotional but you really did miss your second family. And you weren’t trying to take it personally but Miles avoiding you truly hurt. “It’s so weird not seeing Miles anymore,” 

“Seeing him a couple times a week must be very different from every day,”

A couple times a week? You hadn’t seen him at all this month. Even if you were pissed at him you didn’t want him in trouble so you just agreed. 

“Yeah, I’m still not used to it.” 

You weren’t leaving until you saw for yourself that Mr. Morales was okay. Your stubbornness and unwillingness to take things as you’re told kept you from being able to fully believe Mrs. Morales’s promise of her husband’s safety. Anything could’ve happened between their phone call and now. 

Waiting on the couch listening to Mrs. Morales talk about work and her conniving coworkers. You felt the most at peace as you’ve had in a while. 

The peace didn’t last long as Miles came bursting through the front door adorning his red and black jacket with oversized sweats and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Mrs. Morales immediately stood up and moved towards him, the picture of concern. 

“Mijo, what’s wrong, what are you doing here it’s a school night?” 

Instead of answering her he just threw himself into her arms and wilted into her chest. 

From your place on the couch, you couldn’t hear the muffled conversation or anything at all, which only amplified your worry. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?” You found yourself calling out standing from your spot on the sofa. 

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his reprieve. Miles pulled his head from the crook of his mother's neck. He let his eyes roam over you attempting to assess if you were real or not. 

Once he decided his eyes weren’t deceiving him he practically launched himself into your arms. 

You stumbled back with the force of his weight and despite your anger and confusion, you hugged him back. 

Evidently, something was wrong but he wasn’t going to talk about it anytime soon. You tried to hold out and let him feel his emotions but- 

“Miles,” You wheezed out into his chest. “Can’t breathe.”

He released you the slightest bit but didn’t let you go. 

“Sorry,” He muttered to the top of your head. “Missed you so much,” 

“Missed you too,” 

As much as you loved Mrs. Morales, she was a chismosa and every conversation was not for her ears. 

“Let’s go outside,” You suggested grabbing his arm to pull you with him. 

You hadn’t made the climb to the water tower in a while and you weren’t as fit as you were a month ago. Trying to hide it out of embarrassment you switched the topic. 

“You cold?” You asked panting as you found your footing. 

“What?” He questioned looking down at himself.

 As if he just discovered the zip-up he was wearing he answered. “Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s really chilly out here,” 

Even without the years of knowing Miles under your belt, you would’ve known he was lying but you didn’t feel like starting an argument the first time you saw him in a while so you just dropped it. 

The two of you easily fell back into the swing of things as if there were never any distance between the two of you. You were glad to be talking again, now knowing his issue wasn’t due to anything you’d done. 

He was catching you up on everything you’d missed in his life when he went ghost on you, but he still wasn’t hinting at what was bothering him. He was using you as an alibi and not even telling you, it was so unlike him. 

Even his mom noticed a change in his behavior so why wouldn’t he just talk to you? You had to bring it up or you’d regret it once you’d gotten home. 

“You know you can tell me anything right?” 

He hummed in acknowledgment.

 You should be furious he’d ghosted you for so long. And now he won’t even talk to you? but looking at him now he looked so upset and broken you couldn’t feel anything besides concern. 

“Miles please, tell me what’s going on,” You begged. “We tell each other everything,” It was true you even told him when you had started your first period the summer before 7th grade. You never felt the need to hide anything from each other. So why start now? What happened between the start of high school to now to make him stop trusting you? 

“Is it me? Can you just not tell me?” You attempted to rationalize his behavior. 

“It’s not you,” He promised. 

“So then talk to me please,” You whined. 

“I can’t tell you. Not this time,” 

The last person to learn he was Spider-Man died. In the same month, he watched Spider-Man and his uncle die in right front of him. All his other friends left him and maybe it was selfish but you were the only one he had left. He refused to lose you or have you look at him differently. Maybe telling you would lift some of the burden of having a secret identity as just a child, but he couldn’t risk it. Not this time. Not with you.

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[hunterbunter3000]

Krueger being a seat sniffer isn’t shocking tbh 💀 that man def already picked out the names of his and Sweetheart’s future kids and wedding plans detailed in a binder (is he manifesting or delusional; who knows lol!).

He also def has a shrine dedicated to Sweetheart openly in his room, atleast the other boys have the decency to hide their shrines in their closet 😤😂

LMAOOO STOP THATS SO HIM (AND FUCKING EVERYONE ELSE)

He has like- three binders and two notebooks he has for Sweetheart and his future with her. Like it's just FILLED with where they would live, how many kids they would have, tHEIR NAMES, the colleges they would go to, the house he wants to get when they get married, THE WEDDING

MANS IS EVEN PLANNING FOR THEIR RETIREMENT LIKE-- KRUEGER??? he's delulu and manifesting for this to happen!! Let's cheer him on! ✨️🙏 PFFTT-

And yes. He has a shrine of Sweetheart. OBVIOUSLY. THE MOMENT YOU WALK IN its right there in your face. It's sitting on a small table-like stand and it's FILLED with framed pictures of Sweetheart and heart shaped candles around them. There's a long frame with gold on it, and inside of it is a nail set he got her his first time ever (that was three years ago 💀) She told him it was coming off, and she was so sad because he got it for her (he fell in love with her more because of that) so he helped her get them off, and he told her that he'll throw them away.

S I K E

once she left he threw them in his pocket so fast and ran off to his room 💀💀 and then there's a pedestal on the table, and it has a small, marble bust of Sweetheart he paid someone to do on etsy (HE LOVES ETSY IM NOT CHANGING MY MIND) and what's crazy is that all of its glued down to the table, and there's a button behind it, so he presses that button when Sweetheart comes around and the table top flips, being empty and he places magazines on the clean top 🧍‍♀️ THE MAN HAS A SECRET CONTRAPTION FOR HIS SHRINE

(You can't deny the fact that he prays to it as well. You CANT)

He's down horrifically bad. He wants her sO BADLY

well get tf in line BIG BOY CAUSE SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE

They don't really have shrines like Krueger (because he's delusional) but everyone does have a picture of Sweetheart or some sort of gift she's made them somewhere in their room. Or on them.

Like Alejandro has a small gold locket of Sweetheart he wears around his neck and NEVER TAKES IT OFF-- and when he's about to go on a mission, he kisses the locket, says a small prayer and puts it under his shirt, so he knows that he's protected and has someone to go back to (why am I making myself cry)

Rudy has a picture of Sweetheart framed with a letter she sent him on his desk with the little things she's made him. He reads the letter every time he misses her (WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF)

Ghost wears a braided friendship bracelet Sweetheart made him. (Its black and blue with lil skulls) He hides it on his left wrist with his glove, but he still wears it. When he's not around Sweetheart, he plays with the ties and smiles

Soap has like a little collage of pictures of Sweetheart and him on a corkboard. They take pictures when they're in a new country or state and collect weeds of flowers and give it to each other (SO CUTE I LOVE SOAP) and his sketchbook is FILLED of Sweetheart-- like he remembers what she looks like so much he sketches her from memory. And he uses a separate sketchbook for her, he calls it "Sweet's Looks".

Gaz only has one picture of her, and it's on his phone. It's Sweetheart cuddled up on his side, hand on his chest while watching a movie. It's obviously his home screen wallpaper (not his lock screen he can't handle that) he also has a little basket of different rocks Sweetheart has given him because she has a little basket of rocks he has given her as well (they're birds I tell ya)

Price has a photo of her in his hat. That's why he never lets anyone touch it, and his heart beats a little quicker when Sweetheart wears is hat cause he's nervous she's gonna see the picture (she has, and it's her and Brutus together and she squeals everytime in her mind)

Roach has a picture of Sweetheart taped to a bear. 🧍‍♀️ don't really wanna go into that one--

Alex has like- one of those photo booth type of pictures. Yk the ones that come in threes or fours. They went to a mall and Sweetheart HAD to get some. Alex uses his as a bookmark.

Now Horangi is like Krueger. He DOES have a shrine but it's in his closet. You will NEVER SEE IT.

König would have a shrine in his closet as well, but it's SMALL. Like two pictures and a good luck letter she wrote to him when he was on a mission. He's so soft for her good lord.

Graves has like.... I don't know a paperclip? That Sweetheart gave him? Think he still has that pen that Sweetheart forgot to take back. Still counts.

[limeebunnee]

**Hi I'm obsessed with Miguel OHara so have the first half of something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now! If you like it let me know and I'll add the smutty bits!**

Annoyed didn't even cover it. You were down right pissed. Not only were you missing one of the most important dates of your life, but you were being held against your will. And no, it didn't matter if said date was a farce and actually a publicity stunt. No one knew that except four-now five people. You, your agent, Octavius Brown (one of Hollywood's hottest up and coming movie stars) and his agent. And now, your bodyguard, Miguel.

Miguel had been weird all day since you told him about the ‘date’ that was set to happen this evening. Albeit, he was his normal quiet and stoic self, ever large and imposing. However, ever since you mentioned the excitement for the date, his grumpiness leaked out of him in constant silent rage. As you heard him either sighing loudly or clenching his jaw to the point you were worried he’d press his molars into dust every damn near fifteen minutes, you had finally asked him to speak his mind.

When he did, however, he simply looked at you with a frown and said, “You aren't going tonight”. You had laughed his comment off, moving on through your apartment bedroom to finish getting dressed. You decided on a backless black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places and showed just the right amount of cleavage. That was two hours ago. Now you stood in the doorway of your bedroom, hands on your hips, wearing your highest come hither pumps and feeling fine as hell, as your mountain of a bodyguard stood in your way.

“Miguel-” you said, huffing out his name as you breathed hard through your nose and pinched it. ‘“You cant be fucking serious”.

“Language” he said, his deep voice ever calm and even toned. “And yes- I'm serious. You aren't going tonight”. You stare up at him, and he stares back down at you. Even in five inch heels he still had inches over you. Your brain slowly starts to function again. You hadn't spent the last five years of your life making a name for yourself after technically running away from home and leaving your fathers name and money behind, just to have another man try to step into and control your life. “I think you've lost your damn mind. You work for me” you remind him. Miguel arches one thick eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a small smirk. “I do ... technically" he says simply. You roll your eyes, and then glance at your phone in your hand. You had two messages from your agent-one stating a car was outside for the date that was in 10 minutes, and a follow up text asking if you were on your way to the restaurant. You shuffle your feet again, and look up at Miguel.

“Okay this is a funny joke and all, but I really need to leave. The towncar is waiting for me downstairs. This is huge for me Miguel” you say, hands expressive as you talk. You give him a pleading, pouty look. Even poking out your bottom lip. You see Miguel shift only slightly, and his eyes soften a fraction. His arms that are crossed over his chest flex as his hands tighten into fists.

“...You don't need this, you are better than this and…” he hesitates, his calm deep voice fluctuating a bit.

Your brows furrow, and you scoff. “I know you have been my bodyguard for three years, I hear you Miguel I do,kinda, but this could be major” you try to explain. Then your cell phone starts vibrating and you groan softly. “You don't have to come, you can have the night off! You deserve it and Octavious’ bodyguards will be there, I'll be fine” you say, attempting to squeeze past him.

You make it one step out of the doorway when a firm, large hand grabs your upper arm. It's not hard, but it clearly feels like Miguel wasn't moving his hand anytime soon. He sighs. “Please," he says softly. You groan again, brows furrowing together. “No, you. Please let me go ""I can't do that ""Why?” “It's-not safe" “How?” you press. What the hell was going on? Miguel was the perfect bodyguard-quiet and always cool, calm and collected. He did his job well, and honestly you had become quite comfortable with him. Before him you didn't have anyone guarding you and things got dicey as you became more and more popular with modeling gigs, small interviews and influencer deals. Today was the first time he had ever exerted any sort of force or control over you. And you weren't having it.

You tug at his hold on you, but he doesn't budge. “You are hurting me” you lie. Miguel huffs- his version of a laugh. “No I am not” he counters flatly.

You tug your arm again, harder this time. “ I swear I will fire you," you say. You were annoyed you were now late, you were worried about what Octavious and his agent would think, you were worried about your own agent as your phone buzzed almost non stop now, but mostly you were pissed off because you couldn't think or figure out why Miguel was suddenly acting like this.

“[name] please…por favor escuchame” he says, his voice dropping lower, like he was about to tell you a secret. “Why? Why should I listen to you?” you ask fervently. Then Miguel pulls your arm so that you spin and fall against his chest. When he has you close enough to feel his heat through the black cashmere shirt he was wearing. One of his large hands slides to your side and holds you steady as the other comes up to your face and caresses your cheek lightly. He looks at you intently, his deep amber eyes burning hot with a sudden passion you hadn't noticed before. His sudden movement and close proximity takes your breath away. Sure, you've had moments and interactions with men, but they had either been curated for photoshoots or as personal as a business interaction. The way Miguel looked at you now made butterflies tickle your stomach as you momentarily forget how to think.

“You can't go because I refuse to let anyone date you, even if it's fake. I refuse to watch another man who isn't worthy of you waste your time. Especially to just use you like you are only some object to enhance him and make him seem better. Because you….” he sighs, thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheekbones. His eyes take in all the features of your face, and for a moment, you see a flash of a furrowed brow and an almost pained expression- like he was holding something back, barely.

“Eres mucho mas” he says, barely a whisper. His eyes glance down at your lips and you swear that you suddenly feel like the heat was turned up in your apartment. You stutter softly. “W-where is this…coming from?” you ask, trying to make sense of the sudden situation you found yourself in as well as the sudden feelings you felt stirring deep within you.

”It's always been there, I just, I cant hold it back anymore. You are…too important to me” he says softly as he glances at your lips again. His hand that was caressing your cheek softly moves to the back of your neck and cradles your head. “If you feel nothing, tell me to stop…but… se que sientes algo carino” he breathes.

You shiver, before the tickling heat in your core combined with your curiosity pushes you over the edge. Your hand comes to his firm and broad chest and you pull him into a soft kiss. As your lips meet his, he sighs softly, his hand gently tilting the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His touch was firm, overwhelming,loving and full of reserved emotions. Your head was spinning as he pressed against you softly before you pushed him away softly, and he let you break the kiss and pulled his arms away.

You steady yourself on your feet, touching your mouth gently as you stare at him. Your bodyguard. Your comfort. Your safety. And the butterflies increase five times before you turn away. “N-no, we-this can't be happening” you say softly, almost to yourself. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you” you say, though realizing that you fully had wanted him to kiss you at that moment. And quite honestly, maybe even more.

Miguel lets out a soft groan, already missing your warmth. From just that simple kiss his heart thudded in his chest and he subconsciously licked his lips, eyes still burning as he looked at you. He felt the swell of emotions in his chest- from having a taste of you. And he wasn't going to waste it. He decided at that moment there was no going back.

“Why are you sorry?” Miguel said, voice calm and controlled again. But there was that fire in his eyes, and that proved that the calm he executed was barely holding back a storm. He took a step towards you, following you. He needed to have you in his arms again.

“I-i, I don't know because you are my bodyguard?? You can't, just-we can't Miguel” you say, trying to take back some control of this situation. You take another step back, knowing if he touched you again, there would be no stopping the sudden desire rising in you.

Miguel made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. “You think I give a damn about my reputation? About what other people might say or think?” he asked. He took a step toward you, stepping into your personal space and consuming it. “The only thing I care about is you, carino. Protecting you, caring for you…tasting you again. Nada mas importa” he says, his voice wavering from the sudden admission. Then his hands came up to grasp your face gently.

“If none of that matters to you ...then tell me and I'll leave right now” he breathes.

Your eyes search his and find nothing but the startling truth. Realization hits you as your mind speeds through the last three years with Miguel by your side. All the soft touches and small gestures. The times where groceries were suddenly in your kitchen, or meals would arrive when you were too focused on work to eat. The time your favorite chocolates and feminine products would suddenly be in your bathroom the day before your period happened to start, or how your phone was always uploaded with audible books or podcasts that you didn't remember downloading but ended up liking. You release a deep breath you didn't realize you had been holding after he held your face.

“...it matters” you say softly. Then you pull him into a searing kiss. Miguel groaned. The moment your lips touched his, he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself this time. It was like pouring gasoline onto a fire. His desire for you had finally burst into flames, and he was going to show you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as his hands gently caress up and down your body, feeling your curves. The thin fabric of the black backless dress you had worn for the date now caused delicious friction as his hands explored your body gently.

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