#it is Very Clear that one side's definition of 'peace' is 'peace and quiet. because the Others are all dead :)' which is. Not Great!

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What type of yandere do you think sigma and nikolai would be?

Sure!

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Nikolai Gogol (Yandere Idea)

Nikolai is a lot to deal with, privacy is no longer a thing. Nikolai will never give you moment of peace. He's always talking to you, throwing random quizzes at you, using his ability to either see you, touch you or just mess with you.

But don't let this fool you, Nikolai is quite the manipulator. Nikolai tends to guilt trip you a lot, and likes to mock you and degrade you for his personal amusement while he hugs you.

A question you ask yourself a lot is if he actually loves you. It's not on a "He treats me like shit," kind of way, it'd more like, "He treats like I'm a pet/doll."

Nikolai often dresses you up in little outfits and has you help out with his tricks, even if they're super easy. Nikolai confuses you a lot. He claims that he hates human emotions and will kill you eventually, but his actions often contradict himself.

Also, out of all the yanderes, his punishments are the most cruel. His often energetic personality becomes a lot more sinister when he's upset. His smile wouldn't have any joy, it would sadistic and filled with anger, and the look in his eyes send a chill down your spine. When it comes to actual punishments, I can see Nikolai being on the more physical and emotional side of things. His punishments are often a mixture of emotional and physical pain. He'd always start his punishments off as a game, giving you two options on which game the two of you will be playing. This really fucks with your brain because he'll purposely make the game you choose harder and more painful. Games often very, but all of them end with you hiding in a dark corner, hugging your knees as you cry. Nikolai would only laugh at your expense and tell you that you're no fun. But keep in mind, his energy and joy during punishments is all an act, if you tic him off during these punishments, even a little bit, the facade will drop.

If it wasn't clear enough, Nikolai is definitely on the more playful and teasing side of things as a yandere, rarely taking things seriously and constantly being a pain in your side. It takes a lot to make him mad, he's attempting to lose all emotions afterall, but if you do, he just becomes a husk of a person, a truly terrifying sight.

King of stalking. He can literally disguise himself as anyone, and he uses this skill to his advantage. He often pretends to be the worker at places you often go to. That one Cafe across the street, oh yeah, he was hired there last week.

However, despite his strong desire to kill you, his biggest fear is losing you. You make him feel something, you make feel love, you make him weak. You keep him bound to the chains of emotions and make him never reach true freedom, so he wants to kill you, to be freed of you. But, the way you smile, the way you cry when he hurts you, the you walk, the way you yell at him when you grow sick of his mind games and quizzes, he grows more and more obsessed. He can't let you go. He just can't.

Fyodor influences his actions like crazy ngl. He loves talking about you, especially to Fyodor, and one day Fyodor told him that if he truly wanted you to love him, even if he does cruel things to you, he'd have to break you down into nothing, make you dependent on him for everything, and then build you back up in his image. However, Nikolai wants a doll that still has a lot of life in them, making you cry and scream would be much more enjoyable when it's sincere. But, a sweet, quiet, obedient doll, he wouldn't mind that either. With Nikolai, I feel like your actions will dictate how he'll want you.

Nikolai is very hard yandere to understand, and if his darling even wants to try and use Manipulation to get their way, you got another thing coming. Nikolai is far from dumb, and is also extremely aware, so sure, he'll play into the idea that you're gaining control over him day by day, but in reality, it's the other way around.

So in conclusion, Nikolai is definitely one of the more scary yanderes. He's extremely deceiving, but if I had to compare him to Fyodor, Dazai, or even worse, Jouno, than he's a fucking angel.

Sigma (Yandere Idea)

Sigma would be the sweetest fucking yandere, dear lord.

Sigma is probably the only yandere in BSD that wouldn't be abusive in nature. Maybe a little bit manipulative, but that's damn near about it.

I can see Sigma being a very protective darling, wanting to keep you away from any harm, emotional and physical.

He would do everything in his power to keep you a secret. He's already in a very dangerous position as a member of the DOA, but if Nikolai, or even worse Fyodor, finds out about your existence, he can't help but imagine what they'll do to you.

I'd say the relationship Sigma would have with his darling would be pretty normal for the most part. Whenever he comes home after a long day at the casino, he always makes sure to get you a gift, may it be flowers or a piece of jewelry.

Sigma would be very awkward with his love. He's barely lived life, let alone been in a relationship. The feelings he has for you are very foreign and often causes him stress, but whenever you do something romantic for him, he often goes blank.

Now, would Sigma kidnap you? Ehhhh, maybe, it depends. Sigma doesn't want to hurt you in anyway, and if you're not very keen on the idea of being kidnapped, he'll have to find another way to get to you.

When it comes to the topic of punishments, Sigma hates them. Sigma is extremely patient, so making him so upset to the point he'll punish you is a fucking talent. But, his punishments would be very light. He'll lock you in your room as a punishment, but the moment you start crying and begging to be let out, he caves. He has a massive soft spot for you and just wants your love and affection.

One downside of being with Sigma is your freedom. Sigma is very concerned about your safety, so in the beginning he would keep you hidden while he tended at the casino. However, as time went on, his paranoia began to grow. What if someone finds you and you get hurt? What if you get kidnapped? What if you left him? Thoughts like that would race in his head while at the casino, causing him to not be at the top of his game. So, he decided to keep you at the casino with him, keeping in his office while be worked. Keeping you secret from the DOA became significantly harder, but at least you're not alone.

You would definitely get stockholm syndrome with Sigma, if not just fall in love with him normally. Sigma is such a sweetheart, probably the best boyfriend in BSD. He is very awkward in the beginning due to him being unfamiliar with romance, but once he gets more comfortable, he becomes the perfect boyfriend.

[nebulaafterdark]

Can I get something Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader where she is his betroth but when he wears the crown she takes side with her mother. Rhaenyra annuls the betrothal and betrothes reader with Cregan Stark. Reader goes to Storm’s End with Luke to gain support. Well the rest is like in the show but Aemond takes her to King’s Landing forcefully after he kills her brother and when Aegon learns she’s betrothed with Cregan he weds her and makes her his queen no matter how much she resist. If you are uncomfortable you don’t have to make it yandere or dobcon/noncon. There can be smut or something else it doesn’t matter. I trust your imagination. I really love your Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader theme. There is no enough content in Tumblr about Aegon x niece!reader. Most Aegon contents are about Aegon x sister!reader and those contents doesn’t fulfill my thirst for enemies to lovers plot.

I love it! Enemies to lovers just hits different. But I feel they’re more like frienemies to start. Aegon definitely pulled her hair as a kid and if anyone hurt her (besides him) may the gods give them rest lmao. Let’s get into it 💜

Storm’s End

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Warning: Targcest, Yandere!Aegon, dark subject matter, mentions of sex, themes of non/dubcon.

Storm’s End. Not a place Aegon’s given much thought to, until now.

Storm’s End. Where the new ruling King sends his brother, Aemond, to retrieve what is his. His half sister’s sweet daughter, Y/N.

Not so long ago they had been betrothed. Before Viserys died and any semblance of ‘family’ shattered. Y/N chose her mother, because she always did.

‘I am no more or less than a vessel tossed about to create the illusion of peace. As my mother’s eldest child, I go willingly, to protect that which come after me.’

That’s what she’d told him. So it came as no surprise when Aegon learned Rhaenyra had betrothed Y/N to Cregan Stark instead. It stung a bit at first, Y/N was the only person he’d bothered getting to know. Unlike his family, affections for him were not guaranteed. Unlike the whores from the pleasure house, she was not required to give him time of day; only to wed him and bear his heirs.

It is no secret that Aegon is intrigued by the Princess. He spent most of his days imagining where she would fit into his life, what their children would look like, how his cock would feel stuffed inside every hole she had. Perhaps it was wrong, perverse at the very least. But so long as she was his no one could stop it. No one would dare.

When word comes that Rhaenyra’s camp has begun flying about the realm, trying to steal his throne, Aegon sees his opportunity and he seizes it. But from the sound of his future Queen, all but growling like a caged animal, something must have gone amiss.

Aemond enters the room, with Y/N kicking and swinging at him, as they go.

“Get your hands off me, you fucking traitor.” Y/N demands, tossing her head back against Aemond with enough force to dislodge his nose.

“Quiet, bastard!” He seethes, shoving her toward his brother to tend his bleeding.

“I told you I wanted her unharmed.” Aegon rushes to Y/N, taking her around the waist. Partly to comfort, mostly to restrain. Her dark hair falls carelessly about her, escaping from the braid trailing down her back. Her cheeks stained with tears, nose running unabashedly. She is inconsolable.

“She did not come easy.” Aemond informs him, through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you, murderer!” Y/N jerks in his arms, lunging for Aemond as best she can.

“What’s she on about?” Aegon demands, attempting to gentle her to no avail.

“He killed my brother.” Y/N wails, the words wrenching from her throat in an inhuman manner.

“Lucerys owed me a debt.” Aemond half smirks.

“He was a baby.” Y/N cries, “he was just a little boy.”

“Leave us,” Aegon commands.

Aemond nods, clearing the room with the other occupants, until only the King and his Queen remain.

Y/N continues to fight against Aegon, wrestling him to the ground.

“Stop it,” Aegon huffs. His body lying over hers, restraining her hands with his own.

Y/N rears back, spitting in his face.

“Oh my dearest love,” he chuckles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Y/N clunks the back of her skull into the stone floor of the throne room. “Kill me,” she pleads, “do it and be done with it.”

“Shhh,” Aegon frowns, “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you my Queen.”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Wed you in the tradition of our house and Old Valyria, bind our blood forever. Fuck you full of my children. Tear the Seven Kingdoms apart and rebuild them in your image.”

Y/N lets out a sob. “Please, Aegon. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll say you helped me escape.”

Aegon click his tongue at her. Leaning down to her ear, “if I can’t have you, no one will.”

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However improper, Aegon is the one to prepare her for their ceremony. Trickling warm water from the bath over the delicate features of her face.

“Lean up, I’ll wash your hair.” Aegon taps her chin with his forefinger.

Y/N shifts forward, curling in on herself, knees to chest. Arms wrapped tightly around them. “Why are you doing this, Aegon.” Her voice is tired, drained as her body.

It isn’t love, it’s too dark, too selfish, too one sided. It isn’t lust, for he wants more than her body. He hungers for her mind, her soul, to become one in every way. Thoughts of her are all consuming. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m nothing special. Plain featured bastard at best, by all accounts of your mother.”

“I do not find you plain.” Aegon dampens her locks, smoothing through knotted pieces with his fingers. The dark hair he’s yearned to stroke softly in comfortable silence, to brush sweat damp from her skin as he fucks her.

Y/N peers over at him slowly. Here she has the King on his knees, tending her like a prized possession. She would have married him willingly, in another life. She would have loved him. Instead he chose the crown over her. And she chose her mother over him.

He washes and dries her with a devotion Y/N has never known. Helping her dress in the customary gown.

She is not allowed to leave his side until they are wed before the eyes of thousands. Sliding the blade of her late grandsire’s knife over her palm, pressing it to Aegon’s. Allowing their blood to mingle, seeping into the gauntlet between them.

Y/N feels nothing, not the bite of the blade. Nor the split of her lip, the cool metal of her crown. She is Queen. Traitor to her poor mother who has lost her son. Does she know? Y/N wonders as Aegon reels her in for a kiss. Lapping at the cut on her bottom lip, which matches his own. Does my mother know I’ve betrayed her?

Y/N was always meant to be Queen, one day when Rhaenyra was cold and in her grave. Not now, as she lives and breathes. Does she think I’m dead too?

The bedding ceremony is customary. Y/N goes quietly, draping herself dutifully over the mattress, praying that Aegon is quick about it.

Perhaps he does love her with all the pieces of his decrepit heart. Perhaps she does love him with the fragments of her own. But does it truly matter if this is all they have to show for it? Put on display for the small council as they make love for the first time. To breed children who will feed back and repeat the same jaded cycle.

The sound this thought wretches from Y/N causes Aegon to falter and uncomfortable shifting in the viewing gallery. “I am sorry, sweet girl.” He squeezes her fingers in his.

Had he always been holding her hand?

A lifetime passes in that room and yet no time at all. When it is done the crowd clears; they are alone. Y/N cries, Aegon does too.

If only she and Luce had been sent elsewhere that day. Anywhere but Storm’s End.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Aegon whispers, stroking her hair with an affection he shouldn’t be capable of. “We’re going to steal away on a ship, sail away, never to return.”

Y/N curls her fist against his chest. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I never wanted this,” he breathes. Not the crown, not the stupid chair. “I wanted you.”

Cregan Stark might have been nice. He might have been a better ally to their cause. In time, he might have come to care for her. But Cregan wouldn’t scour the narrow sea in search of her. Aegon would.

Part 2

[8-rae-rae-8]

This was meant to be a drabble I swear 😭

Soap had always looked up to him. His captain, his boss, the man he trusted to have a clear head on his shoulders. Price was the one he could safely go to when he needed him.

But then John was captured and he was suddenly the captain of two new men. He wasn't cut out for it - he knew. How could he wrangle two masked men who were definitely wrapping themselves in each other's arms in the showers and kissing before bedtime?

Who was he to judge? He'd done the same years before. It got lonely on base constantly, and they were comfortable together. Mactavish knew the rules against it, but he never called them out.

He'd do anything to get Price back, to feel his hugs and gentler affection. He put so much effort into being just like him. Gruff, smoking cigars that he hated, drinking the gross alcohol in his desk, loud and a bit forceful.

It felt like it all for nothing when they finally found Price and he was so, so very different. That wasn't the man he looked up to anymore. The destruction he caused drove a wedge between him and Soap. Johnny was so eager to give the captain back his spot, not realizing how bad of an idea it was before it was too late.

The man he trusted with everything turned into a man that had lost his head. Soap didn't want that, he didn't want the rough words and the harsh touch. It was all different. For way worse.

The whole time he thought he wasn't as capable, but he had to be. If that's what his captain had turned into and still had wanted to trust him, maybe he was enough to actually be good... He had Roach and Ghost to worry about, after all. Price was only thinking for himself.

The old office was abandoned for his own room instead. Small but perfectly fine otherwise. He didn't want to see Price around. The paperwork he filed would put the man behind bars, hopefully for good of the courts worked in their favor and the favor of those he had hurt.

It was only a matter of time before Ghost and Roach had noticed his silence. The way he recoiled at Price's presence. The only right thing to really do was check on him, right? In his room like always these days. Unless it was mission planning, training, or keeping the peace between men, he didn't feel like he had to leave the space. It was safe.

But because Roach and Ghost were so good at messling in things that weren't really their business, they managed to get themselves comfortably tucked into Johnny's room for a chat.

"Captain," Ghost spoke, Roach just leaning onto his shoulder from the side. He didn't speak much, not that Mactavish minded. One less man to talk back.

"Ghost, Roach.." Johnny greeted, leaned back in his desk chair as he looked at them. Not the proper place for a serious conversation but there was a hardly anywhere else.

"You're hiding in your room, sir." Ghost pointed out the obvious, looking forward to the captain.

"At least ye can still see, Riley. Why're ye here?" Soap forced his voice to remain in an abrasive tone.

"it's been too quiet, sir. You're usually out with us." He replied.

"well, it's different now." Mactavish muttered, pinching his brow.

"come on, captain. You're acting like a bloody teenager..." Ghost sighed. "You haven't even met us at mess to eat for two weeks."

"As long as he is here, 'm not planning on it." Maybe a little overdramatic, but it felt very fair to him. Price was different, it felt just like a betrayal with more than his life at risk.

"Then we'll eat in here." Ghost decided, and did not let Soap argue. Even though he was the captain, he let Ghost shut him down. Maybe he needed it, some kind of closeness.

Ghost didn't let any argument stop him and Roach. Everyday for the next week, they all gathered up in Mactavish's room to eat. The looks they got were a little bothersome, but they didn't stop for that. Ghost pushed for them to do it.

The longer they stayed, some papers got put down on the ladder of important things, Ghost and Roach taking that place. The two kept climbing that ladder each day that passed. And as soon as Price was out of there, off his base, out of his team and behind bars, he was open again. Laughing, joking, pushing just for fun.

Johnny was him again. A Captain but one that didn't feel the need to keep Price's things. He didn't feel like he owed him anything. But he owed Roach and Ghost for getting him to laugh freely again. Hell, he owed them for getting him to feel something other than regret. Even the littlest of butterflies in his stomach when they'd talk about literally anything. It could be the saddest talk, and he'd still feel something tug at him, something make him want to lean closer and just listen.

Whenever Roach would talk, his heart with thud against his ribcage. Ghost's laugh would make him breathless. Fuck, what was happening to him? Getting all giddy about just hanging out with the men he knew were already together. It felt stupid, but when they both took off their masks, he felt so incredibly warm. It was a privilege to see their faces, things he never wanted to stop looking at.

It started happening more and more. In the privacy of Johnny's room, they'd take off the masks and just talk. Sometimes Mactavish couldn't help but stare. Jagged scars painted Ghost's face, he swore he never wanted to kiss something more. Roach's face was a little softer, freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks, his unkempt hair falling in his face from time to time. Ghost would brush it away, but Johnny imagined it was him doing it instead.

Fuck, what are they doing to him?

Neither would comment on his staring or the lovesick look on his face. But they'd smile knowingly at each other. Mactavish was sneaky in the field, but at home base, with the men he was growing to adore? No secret was hidden well.

It really didn't take long before Roach had somehow convinced Johnny to sit with them on the bed instead of across from them. It wasn't a big bed by any means, he didn't need one. Their knees and thighs pressed together in the tight space, similar to how they sat on transport to a mission location.

On rough days, he'd sit right between them and lean on Ghost's shoulder, only to have an arm wrap around him. All of them gross from training, or a shit mission, but they'd settle on the bed and relax for a little while.

The comfort, adoration and safety he felt with them was unlike what he felt with Price. This was warm, unforced, clean (dispite the dirt of the job). It wasn't rough with anger and a need for dependence on each side.

They all had their moments. Sometimes it would be Mactavish welcoming Roach into his arms after something went wrong. Other times he'd fall into one of their arms and let himself be comforted. He let them help without feeling like he owed anything in return. There was no 'i owe you's, nothing that would be hurtful in the long run.

Ghost and Roach welcomed him into their space, and let him rest with him. Resting their weary bodies on the same bed together. He was strong, but nothing compared to how warm it felt to accidentally fall asleep against them. Nothing felt like the butterflies that seemed to worsen every day.

None of them commented on how they could easily see Johnny actually relaxing around them. He put away his rough exterior just for a few minutes to themselves.

But every time he saw Ghost and Roach share a kiss, he wanted nothing more than to be in it too. He could be seeing what he wanted when he saw the way they didn't seem as at ease when Johnny wasn't at their sides too.

All parties wanted something more. They wanted Soap in with them. Sharing the more intimate affection and falling asleep together almost nightly.

Soap was caught off guard when he woke up in bed after a small nap and a kiss was pressed against his forehead. A thin mask between the skin and the lips. He practically blue screened. Ghost to his left, and Roach on Ghost's other side.

He didn't say anything, neither did Ghost. But he leaned gently against his side again regardless. It was soft, softer than he deserved. He could still feel the impression of the masked lips on his forehead for minutes after.

"hey..." Ghost whispered as he watched Johnny open his eyes.

"mmh.." Soap mumbled back, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Interactions like that continued for a few days, Ghost and Roach getting closer with him. Slowly opening him up to minimal affection.

And then it happened. Comfortable in his room, working on a piece of paperwork when Roach and Ghost entered. Gentle hands found a place to settle on Soap's shoulders.

"Captain, take a break... We need to talk." The tone was gentle, serious but not firm. Still, his stomach dropped a little as he nodded. His pen stilled and he set it aside.

"Talk about..?" Mactavish prompted.

"About us?" Ghost breathed out.

"what 'us'?" Mactavish asked as if he didn't understand. He understood, probably too well.

"Me and Gary-" Ghost looked down at him, Soap not even looking up. "I- we.. we want you to be with us."

The captain paused. Be with them, meaning they both wanted to be with him... His stomach twisted in knots, but the butterflies still formed.

"We know the rules, but.. we want you anyway." Roach spoke from Ghost's side.

They want him regardless of if it was wrong, illegal or otherwise... They wanted him still, knowing it could be dangerous. Mactavish had taken bigger risks... Like putting his life in Price's hands before. Ghost and Roach were different, he didn't want to say no.

Slowly, Soap nodded. "Okay."

"..okay?" Ghost softly put pressure on the tensing muscles on Johnny's shoulder. "You have more words than that, captain." He teased.

"You want me, then have me." Maybe not great phrasing, but his head was going a mile a minute anyways. A captain of a deadly team and he couldn't even think before speaking.

There were two sighs of relief from behind him.

"We don't want to just have you, you'll have us, right?" Ghost asked, kneading gentle circles against Johnny's back. A display of affection.

"Any day, Si... I'd have ye both any day." Soap murmured, his head tilting back to see the creases of Ghost's eyes when he smiled. The red of Roach's unmasked cheeks.. Yeah, even without his thoughts straight, he wanted them... If the giddiness and the butterflies weren't enough to say that.

[wildhosh]

seventeen: mtl likely to tell the members about their crush

pairing: gender-neutral reader x svt

warnings: none!

genre: fluff! sweet pining

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mingyu: i have a small feeling that he falls in love at first sight many times a week so i think he would meet someone and immediately turn around to tell the guys how incredible they are. no shame at all when they relentlessly tease him.

dokyeom: he would be so nervous and overcome with feelings about liking you that it would just spill out; you run into the guys and as you're leaving he literally cannot hold in his happiness. literally collapses while talking about how cute you are.

seungcheol: he would be a little shy about it, but would definitely be comfortable turning to the guys for advice on how to get closer to you. he probably blushes and can't hide his smile when talking about you.

jeonghan: would try to be suave about it but definitely is a little schoolgirl on the inside. he's obsessed with you and tends to slip up on his words and his cool guy persona around you. the guys notice fairly quickly so he just owns up to it.

hoshi: obsessed with you and not good at hiding it part two. he literally talks about how hot or cute or fun or talented you are to their faces and then is surprised when they’re like “oo your crush is here”

joshua: i would say he’s definitely on the lesser willing side. he doesn’t really tell anyone but when the guys start noticing he doesn’t fight too hard. a little coaxing and he ends up spilling the beans for sure.

jun: a little more of a private guy but he also seems like when he likes someone he would be overcome by it. he wouldn’t really want to tell anyone but the look of adoration on his face is so clear that he knows he might as well just fess up.

dino: is 100% sure he’ll be teased, but he will definitely mention it eventually. he probably tells someone in confidence and slowly spreads it around to other members. it is less of a dramatic feat and more of a subtle understanding. when they give him reassuring words that you might like him too, he feels much more at peace.

seungkwan: he would be so shy about it. also maybe a little bit insecure or unsure how to navigate even having a crush, so he’s hesitant to mention it. if he does it’s to a small group of maybe three people who he swears to secrecy.

hao: he’ll keep it very quiet. he’s falling for you but he’s doing it on his own accord. he doesn’t like how if he tells others they‘ll have an influence on him. they’ll try to convince him to confess and he doesn’t like that. it’s important to him that he does it on his own time.

wonu: his feelings for you are so incredibly personal to him. he takes them so seriously and feels every emotion he can about you. you make him flustered and he admires you so dearly. he’s worried to vocalize it because he knows no one will understand his feelings as deeply as he does.

vernon: it takes him an incredibly long amount of time to realize he likes you and even longer to tell someone. he's really scared to vocalize it. i feel like he would think another member likes you or has a better shot with you so he would take the back seat :(

woozi: he’ll write hella songs about you and all the members will know there’s someone but he’s taking his feelings for you to the grave. no one notices the small smile form on his lips and his eyes softening when he looks at you.

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[kenmaiii]

MOOVEEE IM CURIOUS!! please do tell why you think each of the boys would flop in dating I'd love to hear an indepth! like as a huge levi fan I'm extremely patient with him as is because same hat with stuff he goes and struggles through but just know I have to put my foot down because he'll eventually be too much and won't accept we definitely got some unhealthy dynamic going on down the line

YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE ANON. kind of a coin toss here tho cuz I think every character in any property should have flaws to some degree! Even if they are a 'perfect' character bcuz no one can actually be entirely 'perfect', but its like. a double edged sword with OM cuz thats either admitting that the writers kind of did their thing for once OR is it just that they completely fumbled in approaching these flaws properly

and reminder this is not me saying they wouldnt have ANY good dateable qualities at all, just pointing out why you'd look at one of them and think Hm. This Is Kinda. Not As Fun As I Wouldve Thought.

BUT YEA. WHY I THINK CHARACTERS WOULD FLOP AT DATING U

LUCIFER: oh boy where do i start. I dont know about the rest of you but I fear that this old man is way TOO strict and domineering most of the time. (not always.................. of course. he has a silly side for sure but good lord...) 😒 like I am nawt trying to date a prison warden can you ease up off me a bit sir... I know the game has taken more care to editing his dialogue in a respectful way but my gawd does this guy demand things from you so much. Like VERY demanding in not tolerating certain things from you, literally it's his way or the highway and you have GOT to do it right too or else. he's like that with everyone sure but with the MC? dating? yeesh! I think if you are the type that doesn't like being told what to do or being talked over you'd get annoyed with him very quickly.

Like the writers unfortunately nailed having someone be so prideful to such blazing smoldering degrees that it ended up overshadowing a lot of his good parts. Getting him to admit things/wrongdoings is so very hard. He's VERY emotionally constipated as hell on top of that. I know he can actually set aside the time to say things to you while being genuine. occasionally. rarely. but he's way more likely to mainly ONLY be open while DRUNK. and while i think its kind of cute as a trait somewhat, are YOU willing to wait for him to be extremely real mainly when he's too drunk to possibly remember every time.

Speaking of getting drunk though he's also like- ridiculously horny a lot which?F?DSf is a bonus if you like that but it can come across as him being overly pushy in many many cases. but once again i can acknowledge the writers/translators have been better at adding in clear consent to choices. 👍🏿 Another thing is that you'd have to deal with him always being busy and overworking himself. and constantly. And as someone that also has very questionable sleeping/eating/overworking habits you are going to have a very hard time getting through to him about this bcuz he puts way too much responsibility on himself AND he has a tendency to forget that he hasnt slept/eaten. It would be a very nasty combo if youre ALSO like that (even if he would scold you for doing the same and take care of you)

Also he cares about them sure but he's most definitely always gonna be complaining about his brothers and Diavolo to you constantly. Are you ready to sit through that. More than usual that is.

Speaking of the brothers being a package deal they will most definitely interrupt any peace and quiet you and the eldest both rarely get, like the mood will just nawt be right im sorry.

Oh and if youre not a dog person I cannot imagine how you are even going to tackle time with him and a giant three-headed demon dog bcuz that would also have to be your baby by default. Walks must be absolutely something! Like I love dogs but really think about it. An actual life-sized Clifford. But a demon dog. I do not have the strength to deal with regularly sized dogs even

MAMMON: he was one of the slightly higher ones on that 'worst to date' poll (nowhere near Luci or Belphie ofc), but it was only people listing about money problems or going 'Ha. imagine sharing a bank account with that guy. it'd be drained so fast'. And yea sure I hear that. u-u All that guy really needs is someone to properly manage and limit his funds and advise him really (but I mentioned before that Mammon shouldnt just be limited to money or material valuable like the writers always do. His fatal flaw is his greed! and greed can encompass many things not just material (There's power, love, friendships, food etc).

His flop when dating you, I would think is being too overprotective and possessive of your time. As much as I love him he DOES overstep quite a bit with the 'being your first'. Sometimes he simply does not consider YOUR feelings on situations and schemes first. Though that's a flaw of most of the people in the devildom have by law of the Main Character Curse™. You must be put into situations I get that -w- But like I said yea he really does have a really big problem with possessiveness and always wanting your time and attention. Which- could get tiring if you're not in the frame of mind to deal with clinginess or possessiveness! Because I totally get that it's a lot for some people.

Harking back to the money thing though I genuinely dont think it'd actually be a SUPER DUPER MAJOR problem with your relationship? He's shown to be quite considerate on that aspect when it really comes down to it. Like he HAS worked a couple extra shifts at a job in canon just to save up and buy gifts before. And he's literally a highly sought after model! And surprisingly good at math when he has the opportunity (though it def still has to relate to him positively $$$) so he could stack his dough pretty normally. He just needs someone to keep an eye on his funds + other sources to balance out his Greed more! 😅

Somehow he manages to be both capable and completely hopeless also which is very impressive! You would have to help him out with a lot of things since he IS used to being spoiled, in a way. He does get treated very poorly by a lot of the characters BUT he clearly still has very lavish tastes and was both a very high-ranking angel AND demon so combined with greed he's used to the good stuff (thus me thinking he's fairly spoiled still- so he will expect a lot of you lowkey) Also I know I said he's well capable of finding his own source of income but he IS canonically bad at saving... and added with the thing above ^ well... If you've watched Abbott Elementary at all he WILL be the Tariq to your Janine, sorry!

TBH.. I cant really think of any other flaws atm besides over-asserting himself to your time and attention

LEVI: grabbing you by the shoulders- THATS IT THATS EXACTLY WHY ANON!!!! his flopping is mainly coming from the fact that he always puts himself down so very much!!! his head is literally his biggest enemy! its natural for people to have insecurities or doubts about things. and that can be especially heightened in relationships; whether platonic or romantic! but oh mein gottness does that guy put himself down so much.

I also struggle with the same things (believe it or not Levi was my wife for a good while like he used to make me teehee giggle like crazy so i get it i relate heavily). But at some point you ARE going to feel a bit drained or tired constantly hearing negative things about someone you care about and love! Supporting and providing reassurance or denying the negative stuff is a given, and can go on for as long as time would permit! But at some point you have got to start believing in yourself a little more and serve cuntress or something, Levi!

If levi was able to work on believing himself more and being more confident (which he has shown himself to do in quite a few cases) I think it can flop a little less!

His gaming time might cut quite a bit into your romantic time as well, especially if youre not the type thats super into gaming. Also considering that this is definitely his first real relationship (compared to the others) and not an ingame one I feel like there would need to be a serious chat at some point over ideals and expectations that he's picked up in game. Or how things possibly work irl. I must be honest, while it is cute for him to get so excited or irl achievements and progress with you he does unintentionally compare that to his gaming experiences quite a bit (even out loud in front of you). Not babying him or shaming him but it's still nice to talk about the things you expect or want relationship-wise and I know he'd be out of his depth with that.

his only other flaw (to some, not me 🤔) might be his avid infodumping and explaining of shows/anime/games/manga IF you arent interested in hearing about that a lot. What else do you guys have in common that you can relate with I suppose? A very minor thing though as I think many of us like a little infodumping nerd as long as they arent being pretentious about it! ^_^

<- she is not going into detail on Rurichan since there's too much debating on if its weird or simply his special interest/comfort character. them artists (especially in the anime) really keep trying to set him up tho..

SATAN: oooh boy. I recognize that Satan's character (ignoring Nightbringer) is for the most part stuck in a limbo of constantly having ties to Luci and his insecurities around that. Not necessarily a flop since I do believe that he would confide in you about it a fair amount buttttt he definitely loses points for constantly bringing up Lucifer. -100 EXP

People are always making him out to be extremely angry at the drop of a pin, which yea does get angry about things, but also he? don't be getting angry all that often? especially when he gets his little annual pockets of character development? angry and annoyed occasionally sure but its not his ONLY trait. now if he's raging 24/7 and could barely have a convo with anyone that'd be red flag dating flop city! but since he is not we can slide him further down the least to being less of a dating flop with you. (we're ignoring the NB version of him btw)

Now an actual flaw I can actually point out is he's also quite selfish... but he can surprisingly own up to it most of the time. sorta. kinda. well-

and to a degree he definitely seems to be lacking in awareness in certain social aspects. He's just a silly guy on the spectrum like most of his brothers tho: he gets a pass. Plus he's a socialite he's got a lot of fun connections, what does it matter that he can meow on command in the middle of this fancy dinner. Sure the other guests are looking at us weird and he's a little bit of a freak but he can meow-

His biggest flaw is being funny actually. That pisses me off stop making me laugh ✋🏿🙄 and if you hate him making cat puns i suppaws that would get under your skin too

ASMO: Asmo's insecurities are gonna get the better of him every now n again also, so while he's not quite in the same self-deprecating league as Levi, he definitely needs a lot of reassurance and compliments to stay grounded. So if that's not something you can keep up with it could prove to be a lot considering he's so obsessed with himself. Just like Mammon he has a lot of possessive tendencies, but it comes out in interesting ways unlike Mammon's ig. He's covertly silly with it since he'd say it with a cute smile on his face. He's a little insane also. I think it's just cuz the version of Asmo I have in my head is drenched in blood I hope you understand. Something isn't right up there (affectionate) so you would also have to get used to the most insane things being said with a smile. Not a flaw to most people of course but to ppl that are normal... well... it would be a lot

But Imagine youre dating him, you walk into his room and you see him quietly mumbling to himself in a ring of mirrors to cheer himself up. I'd be like hey um. Do we need to talk about this.

And to finish it off he does have a quite a bit of selfish moments considering he loves to put himself first (common theme with the ppl in the devildom hm...) and a lot of times where he gets unreasonably angry! But to be fair I love selfish angry characters IF they fit the right boxes, so I cheer whenever he gets like that bcuz I love studying him 🔍. Dealing with it in real life tho well... hm. who's to say how one would handle that! He's still my little sweetie tho and he would eat up the romancing and wining & dining and know HOW you need to be loved, there's just the other things to deal with when it comes to dating him!

BEEL: he's on the LEAST likely to flop while dating you scale honestly cuz he's literally just a chill sweet guy when he's trying his best. I think his only problem would be in not understanding you sometimes. Im sure he listens but will he really GET everything. Bcuz there are a few moments in game where Beel seems to be a lot more internally insightful even if he's not as vocal about his thoughts. And he's clearly very considerate abt the people he cares about, but ultimately there's a lot he just wouldn't get unless you sit down and clearly explain it to him. Bcuz otherwise it could come off as him not caring or being indifferent since he's pretty nonchalant. Blunt at times but still, easy-going and fairly perceptive.

And he's very much also a guy that just charges into things, though it's kind of a give-or-take thing. He is equally the guy that worries and stresses about something in silence if it's serious enough or he does not dwell on something for too long at all- which! could possibly be something that annoys you as once again, it could come off as him seeming too nonchalant or unintentionally dismissive. Or well. the things he charges into might have to be something you talk him out of. You're gonna hear shit like this on the regular and he's gonna wonder why youre staring at him funny

Another flaw is his sin i supposeeeeee but i'd rather not just dumb him down to guy who eats a lot cant stop eating food food food yknow -w- but well yknow. just how much WOULD his sin get in the way of things, bcuz it seems to consume him in a way thats wayyyy more intense than any of the other brothers sins interestingly enough

You'd have to deal with Belphie by extension too since they LOVE having the twins as a set that simply cannot be separated...... That also means having to always be dealing with Beel babying Belphie even though that man is very well GROWN. -100 EXP

he's crazy for saying this kinda thing all casual like also. do that in private man ☝🏿

Belphie: Sorry I have to bring it up again even tho i know ppl are dead tired of hearing about but i STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL think there shouldve been an actual proper talk and the appropriate amount of time given abt the killing instead of them moving right past it and MC being like 'it was just a lil oopsie we all have our bad days teehee ^-^'. if i got into a relationship with someone that tried and SUCCEEDED in killing me in this little magicverse i'd be like um. can we idk. talk about this in depth. You're not gonna kill me again in the future somehow right. Right?

Also I see and understand people saying that quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service are very clearly things Belphie likes since he's constantly asking to be around you/hear our opinions on things and ask if you need help with things (even tho he can be kinda lousy at helping out honestly -_-) but he also has a problem with demanding things of the player.. not quite in the same way as Lucifer, but it's close. Like if I do not want you to head over to my room to sleep together (literal sleeping) then why are you inviting yourself over? 🗣️📣📣📣📣LISTEN TO MEEEEEEE & STAY IN YA ROOM❗ ❗ ❗❗

He's a spoiled brat also! Like actual brat! Youngest syndrome is so very real with him, so if you're alright with being the main. well. person that has to do nearly everything then good'onya. I cannot imagine getting this dude dressed AND lugging this dude to classes all bcuz he wants to sleep in a little more ☝🏿 GET UP but if youre into being the main caregiver then shrugs

-10 MILLION POINTS DEDUCTED for being funnier than me also. thats a mistake no one should ever make ☝🏿

DIAVOLO: well. you see. so. there's. well. so um.

I do think he has a bittttt of an issue with choosing to completely overlook things. Diavolo is on a very thin line to me as a character bcuz I do think he is silly and fun at times and not 'AS' quick to read the room... and really is just essentially like... experiencing things for the first time and causing unintentional chaos because he's been so tied to his duties all his life but he's also like? Still very grown, smart and capable of quiet observation of others. (gestures to NB currently)

I feel like he would be analyzing you all the time whether you realize it or not (for good or bad). He's just a lot more observant about things than you realize so while he WOULD use this for good to spoil you he would probably be reading into you as a person way too much. But in a lowkey manner. Not manipulatively per se just,,, I think you are still mainly like an intriguing pet to him at times, or something to study and take note of. Like he really just does whatever the hell he wants for his own pleasure. He made an entire fake beach and sun just cuz he wanted a beach day yknow what the hell. I get it but how did he do that. What other powers do you have

Impressing you could come off as belitting you unintentionally (not always but sometimes). OKAY WALK WITH ME HERE- for example. That one scene from Ouran High School when Tamaki is making a big show of trying 'commoners coffee'. I know what youre saying ur sayin 'But Carly that sounds more like something Mephisto would do' nonono I shake my head. Mephisto is not going to make a show of trying it he'll just outright be recommending YOU a specially made blend of his tastes to put YOU onto better things FIRST. Diavolo's DIVING IN first though. Dia would absolutely think it's some great big fun adventure to try 'normal' human world tea or coffee and comment on it. But like, if i was sitting across from this big hulking guy complimenting tea I drink normally in a 'Wow, so this is what humans drink. How inspiring.' I'd want to shake him since it unintentionally sounds like im being belittled -_-. Give me back my damn instant blend! ❗ ❗ He's thinking he's bonding with you and trying something from your culture (which yes he is), but does it warrant such grand showboating and amazement. It's just tea man. Just silently enjoy a cuppa instead of patting yourself on the back for being brave enough to try human tea </3

Or. Or. demanding your time on his schedule at the wrong times. He's The Prince why wouldn't you wanna drop everything and have dinner with him. 'Oh,,, you're busy 👉👈 oh what a shame.👉👈 we (Barbatos) prepared a nice lovely dinner! 👉👈 However, I suppose its quite alright if you do what you need to do. 👉👈 Eating alone tonight, be safe 👉👈' And then he sends a picture of the meal with eye emojis, do you get what im putting down

One big flop for certain tho is him always being oh so busy. Like sit there and really imagine it. Dating a royal is already something but a Prince? Soon to be King? thats a lot of responsibility to juggle I know it'd get crazy balancing attention and schedules.

Also lets be real yall he's so used to being babied quite a bit, mainly by Barbatos. Barbatos is tough on him at times for his own good sure but he more-so spoils him still (hypocrite that he is!). are you ready to unintentionally be compared to that in terms of being able to care for Diavolo. Barbatos won't technically be competing with you either but as his main caregiver he'll still be inserting a lot of himself between the two of you. Also, that man is lowkey needy and has some lingering childhood issues you will have to be very careful with talking abt and comforting him for once he gets to a point to actually open up about it- so be mindful of these things

Also he's insane. But if you're into insanity it's probably whatever.

BARBATOS: I know I am '''''''''barbatos ceo''''''''' so i have been very very very delusional about him but aside from being so very 'malewifecore' i'd place him on a scale of 1 -10 at a 8.5 (1 being worst mostl likely to flop partner ever, 10 being best). Looking at his character he's very much set on keeping a very decent distance between him and the player for quite some time so i think dating wise there's just so many things he'd never properly open up about. Or it'd take so very impossibly long.

I remember reading his wiki one day and seeing this ^ (which btw theres a lot going on there.) so I feel like, even if he did really like you, he would most definitely always prioritize his work to the royal family first so.... he might potentially? be on the fence about further pursuing things with you even at one point??? Not to say that he isn't caring and attentive but I think he would greatly struggle with balancing his openness and affection towards you. And we must keep in mind that just like Mammon he ALSO has the Greed sin. He is a lot less likely to show it around others but he is very secretly possessive and makes it known occasionally so if you have problems with that it'd be interesting finding a balance with him. Secretly he 'will he or wont he' dude internally. But yea I've always thought it's so interesting that he'd say he just gives up. Makes you wonder and think more... but yet he wants to be bound by his lover. Very conflicting right? Which explains his struggles with desires and duty very well!

More on his duties though he's gonna overwork himself like crazy and it would be so tricky making plans or spending time together. Also he lowkey has insecurities about ONLY being tied to the butler role, much like how Leviathan will always bring up being a shut in. Like you are more than that cmon -_- youre gonna make MC feel bad! He must still be reassured a fair amount!

Something is also terribly wrong with him. but if you are insane like me you find that fun. Like oh he's tortured people? God forbid women do anything in this economy 🙄

Actual in person dating though <- she would be perplexed by his mysterious unnerving ways

SIMEON: Simeon definitely high on the scale of being a good partner so he's A LOT less likely to flop on this list. BUT, he definitely seems to hold back on sharing his opinions or opening up about certain things with himself quite a bit. 😮 And I feel like he might be the type to try and keep the mood content and peaceful so it would be a bit hard to talk about the unpleasant things. He CAN talk about unpleasant things, dont get me wrong, but I get the feeling he'd be good at dodging certain things and saying what you feel like should be said. Especially if he isn't particularly ready to talk about something YET. Big emphasis on the YET. I imagine as his partner, if you are aware that he's constantly being a bit dodgy about certain topics constantly you would feel some way about it since it's easy to recognize when he's doing it. This isn't to say he's manipulative or a dishonest character, but I find that it would take a long time to really get to his core even if things are genuinely sweet and easygoing between you two.

Also its a genuine pet-peeve for some people to deal with others that arent all that tech savvy? If you show him a meme on your phone he's gonna grab the whole thing, not get it at all, say 'who is this?' in confusion, try to zoom in and when he taps the screen it's gonna switch to a different picture/app and he'll be like 'What happened to it :(' which I think is hilarious and cute; but once again, could be something that genuinely annoys ppl, and annoyances over little quirks DO build up over time! Still adore him tho mwah

SOLOMON: Something is wrong with him. 🚶🏿‍♀️ That's his flaw. 🚶🏿‍♀️ Like something is just deeply wrong with him and he's way too casual about it. 🚶🏿‍♀️ He's literally that post where it's like 'yea something happened to your boyfriend and he came back all wrong. yea. sorry. we don't know what happened.'

If you're the type that stresses about things or worries a lot or finds that very easy-going people annoy you then well... Solomon will annoy you.

Im not saying he's not going to be attentive to you because he's shown to be very active and forward in a lot of ways, but I'm talking more along the lines of unintentionally dismissing things. Like for me personally I need a bit of guidance and structure and direction and if I don't see that I will be forced to take the lead. Just depends on how you are as a person really!

Let's get the most obvious thing out of the way though he can never cook you a fancy meal. Not everyone can cook we all have our different strengths that is for certain but if you don't tell him straight up, or constantly You're Going To Have To Eat His Food.

He may or may not be the reason you constantly get into situations also, in between Levi's games and Diavolo's chaos, Solomon is pretty much the main reason so many situations happen in events!? fhskfs I think that would increase in dating him even if he does actually do his best to look out for you in his own way.

But he's also like. Just a guy to me. Which is crazy because besides the mental illness + genuinely being playful with the MC, there is surprisingly a lot to him that is just. not touched on writing wise. or not explored. so I can admit there are other things that aren't coming to mind really. He's just there to me.

Apparently he's very forgetful with important dates also so if thats something that bothers you then well </3

MEPHY: of course in comparison to the others we do not know AS much abt Mephisto but looking a mile away you know his elitism is his main flaw. He would be very uppity with you and not realize whats wrong with that per se, even though he's so quick to call out the rudeness or impoliteness of others

his main flop is that he's going to be dramatic as hell at some point whether intentionally or not. he is definitely the guy to tell you he's fine while he's visibly shaking fists clenched trying to act unbothered when he really wants to complain to someone. He may very well go running to Satan or Dia for advice regarding the two of you if he really needs a second opinion without directly consulting you. So yes, those guys will also be privy to your business by extension. I know Belphie's also in the anti-luci league but can we really count on him for advice when Satan is most definitely the more dependable choice? anyways

Mephisto is also literally the image of the boyfriend walking with his girlfriend looking back at another girl. But the other girl is Dia. He's looking back at Dia sorry... that's his childhood buddy. He's so obsessed with that guy.............. You're gonna hear him going woe is me a lot over losing his buddy to his duties and the Prince always having his attention on Luci.... it just is what it is :/ Me personally also I just feel like I would get into mini arguments with him a lot. he is my rival and my bestie in my mind that I want to strangle whenever he opens his mouth

Like he is a BRAGGER by nature. And if you do not like people that brag about the littlest things he is going to get on your nerves. And since he also seems to come from a royal/rich background he is most definitely spoiled and parades through life with the expectation that others will treat him with appropriate amounts of respect. And due to his riches he could indirectly insult you at some point no matter what your financial status is, he may unintentionally make a comment that's in poor taste. Like if you take him to your favorite hole in the wall restaurant for a chill date he's going to say things even if he doesn't actually mean to come off as prudish.

He'd make an effort at least if youre getting him to try new things and he's not necessarily THAT uptight. He gets involved with things and has fun still!.... sometimes! But in reference to what I mentioned about Dia earlier with the whole commoners coffee thing this is another example to compare. Dia trying a burger for the first time would be like: "Ah! So this is what it's like to enjoy something this simple. The taste is rather interesting but I quite like it! Perhaps I will ask Barbatos if he can add this homestyle method to our regular menu :D" Whereas Meph is taking bites with his knife and fork like: "Hm. They really ought to improve the production cost and quality for these things. Oh, No I never said i disliked it, I'm merely making a note of something. Not bad though."

RAPHAEL: once again in comparison to the others we do not know AS much about him compared to the 'main' group. so im going off the little that i have witnessed in game and trying my hardest not to confuse that with fanposts but... He's so terribly blunt and unaware of things. He's a bit similar to Beel in that regard that he dives first into things and seems rather uncaring or dismissive about something due to his bluntness. But he's like BLUNT blunt, like blunt to the max even. Like this is crazy to me. how is it that LUCIFER is saying you're too much for him.

So he would most definitely struggle with being way too blunt towards YOU... it would take awhile for him to ease up on that I believe.

I'll be honest he kinda just. Sits there quietly really. I imagine trying to talk to him can feel a little bit like dealing with a brick wall, because I think it would be hard to understand what's going on in his mind at times, not to mention being tied down with his strictness.

And not to mention his sense of justice and penchant for casually mentioning violence seems to completely overpower him at the flip of a switch. I mean if you're cool with him threatening to use his spear on people that annoy you then so be it.

I don't know really, he's just so neurodivergent to me so i cant really call him a flop for that he just exhibits so many of those traits, it's just something you'd have to work on with him or get accustomed to

-ONE BILLION TRILLION POINTS DEDUCTED FOR LIKING SOLOMONS FOOD THO 100000000000000 EXP

THIRTEEN: once again in comparison to the others we do not know AS much about her compared to the 'main' group.

but she is most def on the LEAST likely to flop at dating you end of the list, cuz she quite LITERALLY is upfront about liking the player a lot more quickly than the others. she's literally so cute and just minds her business until OTHER people bother her peace. She does have tsundere-like qualities sure, but if you're direct with her she does eventually come around to expressing why she does what she does. And I don't think she would ever mess with the length of your lifespan just bcuz the two of you have a little disagreement or something. To someone else though for fun, sure:

that aside tho i can't particularly point out any major flaws in the moment i love her so bad. someone would have to sell me on it, but also why arent you supporting womens wrongs hm? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

[harlowcomehome]

Jacks birthday:

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The last few days leading up to Jacks birthday were spent together. He had flown back to Atlanta and luckily had some time to spare.

You, Jack, Layla and Urban watched the tiny desk performance a few days after it was put on YouTube. You met the guys at their apartment essentially a few hours after they made it back home, because Jack was eager.

He had made you promise not to watch the video until you could all watch it together, and you kept your promise even when Layla watched it beforehand.

Layla and Urban spent most of the time talking about soccer and other common interests with one another. The two of them giggling and whispering back and forth.

Jack didn’t mind it, he was only concerned about one persons opinion, which was yours.

You and Jack were the opposite of Urban and Layla. The two of you weren’t speaking at all. He watched your gaze as you were completely mesmerized by how well he handled himself. He didn’t seem nervous at all, and the way he was dressed was practically making you drool, but you kept your composure.

“What do you think of the live band?” He cleared his throat to get your attention but you didn’t hear him. He chuckled to himself as he watched your eyes glisten, you were at the edge of the couch watching with adoration.

He had plenty of women who supported him over the years but this felt different, it felt genuine.

Urban and Layla gave him a smile, both realizing your intense focus. It wasn’t until the room grew extremely quiet that you noticed everyone staring at you, all of them stifling a laugh.

“What?” You giggled, hiding your face.

Urban started laughing which made Layla giggle too, leaning into him.

“Can’t I support my man in peace?” You retorted, completely embarrassed.

“My man huh?” Jack teased and you felt a wave of embarrassment.

“My man, my man, my man” you scrunched your nose and giggled, making him kiss you.

“I like it” he whispered before giving you another kiss.

“I think the live band was a good choice and it felt really comforting. I think the fans will like it because it shows a much softer side” you hummed and Jacks eyes practically twinkled at your feedback.

“That’s exactly how I wanted it to feel” his cheeks hurt from smiling, you did that to him a lot.

“Just wait until you see the music video in a few days” Urban got up to get himself a drink and Jack made wide eyes at him, he definitely hadn’t told you about that yet.

“Video?” You questioned and Layla saw your look of confusion, taking that as a sign to join Urban in the kitchen.

“I have a music video coming out in a few days and I was going to talk to you about it later” you immediately saw the beads of sweat forming on his brow and upper lip. He didn’t hide emotions very well, at least not from you.

“What’s the problem?” You whispered, noticing he was clearly anxious about the topic.

Jack knew there was a few scenes in the video that a girlfriend might not appreciate and he was used to jealously in relationships, he was always called out for his flirty nature so he assumed this wouldn’t be any different.

For the record, it was filmed before you and him were officially together but he was still anticipating your reaction. He didn’t want anything to ruin his birthday weekend and he was worried this just might.

You connected the dots before he even said anything, which he was grateful for as he was still searching for the words.

“Jack, I trust you. Music videos, and pretty women are part of your job” you shrugged, “I’m never going to hold any of that against you, just be transparent with me and we’ll be fine.”

“Really?” His brow furrowed, not that he wanted you to be jealous but the toxic side of him was hoping you’d be at least a little bit bothered.

Before the conversation could continue both Urban and Layla were back in the room with more drinks and snacks.

“So what’s the plan Barlow?” Urban smirked and you and Layla chuckled at the nickname. “Are we flying or driving home for our birthdays?”

“Our?” Layla tilted her head, “You’re both pisces? Get me out of here” she snorted and you couldn’t help but smirk as she sat beside you on the couch.

The boys sitting beside one another now too.

“I like my spicy pisces” you whispered to Layla hoping Jack wouldn’t hear.

“It’s whatever the girls want. I don’t mind driving like we usually do but we can fly if that’s easier” Jack shrugged before making eye contact with you.

“I’m down for a road trip” you smiled and Layla nodded in agreement.

“We both took Friday off because we weren’t sure what you guys wanted to do” Layla chimed in.

“Leave Friday? Yeah?” Urban asked and Jack agreed.

Before you and Layla headed back to your place both you and Jack said your goodbyes in private, as she waited in the car.

“Spicy pisces huh?” He smirked and you felt your entire body warm up. You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment, his arms were wrapped around your waist and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I thought it was cute baby girl.” He blushed and you gave him another kiss before leaving.

****

The road trip to Louisville was fun, the four of you spent the entire drive eating snacks and singing. Jack did the driving so you sat up front with him, and Urban and Layla were in the backseat. You were easily carsick so Urban didn’t mind sitting in the back.

“I got you guys a hotel room, but it’s near my parents house so you don’t have to worry about being far away or anything” Jack pulled into the hotel parking lot and you nodded. He had already told you about the hotel previously.

“Are you both going to your parents houses and then stopping by later?” You asked eagerly, already missing him.

“Yeah, I’ll probably bring dinner over here around seven?” Jack smiled and you gave him a kiss goodbye.

You and Layla had a few hours to kill and instead of sleeping you two sat in the hotel room looking for places nearby to explore.

You changed into the Louisville cardinals sweater Jack got you on your second date and some black leggings. The two of you ordered an Uber before heading to the Kentucky Derby Museum.

You knew Jack was probably going to be a little jealous that he wasn’t the one to show you around but you didn’t want to sit in your hotel room bored for the next couple hours and you weren’t even sure if he was able to go out in public like that anymore, you hadn’t really discussed that yet.

You and Layla took plenty of pictures and time started to get away from you. “Y/N it’s almost seven” she giggled and your eyes widened.

“We should order that Uber then” you giggled as Layla was trying to rummage through her coin purse for coins, she always wanted an elongated coin (or as you and her both called it, a flattened penny) from one of the machines when you traveled anywhere.

“You still collect those?” You smiled and she giggled as she handed you one too. “Uber is 15 minutes away, let me tell Jack we’ll be late.”

Y/N: Layla and I may or may not have left the hotel and went to the Kentucky Derby museum so we are waiting for our Uber now and will be headed to the Hotel asap. ☺️

Jack: You went without me? 💔 Did you like it?

Y/N: I mean…. It was okay. Nothing special. 😌

Jack: Don’t play with me woman. 😐

You giggled out loud at the text messages between the two of you. If there was one thing Jack didn’t joke about it was Louisville.

You quickly replied letting him know you were joking and shortly after that he asked you what you and Layla wanted from Morris Deli, sending you a picture of a menu.

He was running late too and let you know he would be bringing his brother Clay and his friend Copelan to the hotel with him.

When you told Layla about Clay and Copelan she smirked, “Are they hot?”

“Layla!” You practically threw yourself on to her as the two of you got in your Uber. You laughed until tears came out of your eyes.

“You can’t have the whole friend group Lay” you giggled, wiping your face as she laughed with you.

“Urban is hot but I mean I don’t know what the rest of the crew looks like” she laughed again and you shook your head.

“You literally rush ordered him a birthday gift before we drove here” you teased and she was silent. You knew although she played it up she only had eyes for Urban at the moment.

“You didn’t have to call me out like that though” Layla joked.

When you got to the hotel the guys still weren’t there, so you and Layla headed up to your room. You both touched your makeup up, brushed your teeth and waited for the guys to show.

Jack text you when he was heading up and you waited in the doorframe for him, waving at the three of them.

Jack spotted the sweater he bought you immediately pointing to it and giving you a thumbs up.

“That’s your girlfriend?” Clay whispered and Jack answered through his teeth, trying not to make it obvious.

Clay and Cope introduced themselves immediately and Layla was very obviously disappointed that Urban wasn’t with them.

“Urban is at his parents house” Jack smirked as he handed out the food and Layla blushed immediately, earning a chuckle from the room.

Layla really could get along with anyone, she’d have no problem befriending a rock if it spoke. So needless to say she had no problem hitting it off with Clay and Cope.

The five of you ate together, Jack sat on your bed and everyone else was spread out.

“I see you’re wearing the sweater” Jack gushed as everyone else was into their own private conversations.

“I told you I liked it! I wasn’t lying to you” you smiled sweetly.

“Okay, so be honest. What did you think of the sandwich you picked then?” He raised an eyebrow at you, noticing you had barely eaten it.

“Straight up… taste like booty” you joked and he laughed so hard he snorted, making the two of you laugh harder, almost falling off the bed.

Clay chuckled to himself and him and Cope made eyes at one another, Layla looked over at the both of them and smiled.

“She’s never like that” Layla confessed, “not with anyone.”

“Him either” Copelan replied, “and I’ve known him since we were kids.”

“So then you know ALL THE DIRT” Layla joked getting Jacks attention and Clay and Copelan laughed.

“Hey!” Jack interrupted jokingly, making you giggle, as always.

“What are you three talking about?” His brows furrowed as if to silently tell the guys to shut up.

The rest of the night was spent talking, mainly about Jacks birthday party tomorrow. Clay reassured you that his parents would love you, and you had hoped he was right.

It was almost midnight when everyone decided to call it a night, Jack didn’t want to leave you at the hotel but he promised his mom he’d stay at the house tonight because his parents missed him.

Layla climbed into bed after telling everyone goodbye and Clay and Cope walked to Jacks car first, leaving the two of you trailing slowly behind them.

You checked your phone, “two minutes until midnight, birthday boy.”

“You’ll be the first person to tell me happy birthday” he smiled as you walked through the hotel hallway.

At midnight, you quickly got into the elevator, kissing him against the walls as it was only you two. Jack picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him, you could hear him heavily breathing and the kisses were getting more and more sloppy.

Ding!

You climbed down, wiping your mouth and giggling as you used your sweater sleeve to quickly wipe the spit off of his, making sure he would look presentable in front of his brother and friend.

Jack got out of the elevator, turning to you as you remained inside of it. He couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off his face even if you paid him.

“Happy birthday handsome” you spoke, as his cheeks became more and more red.

The elevator doors closed quickly after.

You practically ran to your hotel room, eager to tell Layla but she was already snoring.

****

The next day Jack and Urban spent the first half of the day setting things up and spending time with their families.

Jack kept texting you apologizing but you had already knew this was going to happen as he had given you the run down of the plans repetitively.

He was stressing you out because he kept telling you about all the people you had to meet tonight besides his parents and grandparents.

You and Layla took an Uber around Louisville and kept yourselves busy, but she could tell you were in your head.

“What gives?” She asked as the two of you sat on a park bench, soaking in the sights.

“I’m not only meeting his parents tonight but his grandparents too. His managers, yes with an “s.” I’m meeting more friends, people on his team, and it just feels like a lot” you sighed.

“What are you so afraid of?” Layla looked at you, trying to get you to make eye contact.

“I mean we haven’t even been together that long and I’m just in my head about it” you swallowed, “it’s stupid, let’s get an Uber back to the hotel so we can get ready.”

“You really want them to like you, don’t you?” She leaned against you, shoulder to shoulder.

“So bad” your voice cracked, making you look away from her.

“Hey! Don’t do that” she stood in front of you now, getting your attention.

“Have you ever met someone’s family and they didn’t absolutely love you?” She teased and you cracked a smile.

“There is a first time for everything” you sniffled and she rolled her eyes, knowing it was highly unlikely.

You finished ordering your Uber and eventually went to the hotel to shower and get ready.

Layla offered words of encouragement to you while you got ready which relaxed you for the time being.

Jack promised to pick you both up so you could show up together and he kept his promise to you, both he and Urban showing up in suits at the hotel entrance.

He had told you and Layla to dress formal so you did, the four of you were dressed up really well.

“You look so beautiful” Jack smiled, as the two of you embraced. You planted a quick kiss on his cheek before he grabbed your free hand, walking you to the car. The other hand was carrying his gift that he pretended not to notice.

Urban and Layla walked behind you both. Layla gave Urban a custom Zippo lighter with the lighter fluid already in it. She was pretty proud of her gift and didn’t want to give it to him with an audience.

Urban thanked her and continuously played with the flame the entire way to the party.

Jack and Urban had rented out an entire venue for the party, having catering and a DJ, and basically everything in between.

Jack had picked you up early, he wanted to make sure you met most of the important people before things got busy and hectic.

“You ready?” He smiled as he got out of the car, waking over to your side, grabbing your hand to reassure you. He rubbed his thumb on the top of your hand as he held it, to comfort you.

You left his wrapped gift on the floor of his car, not wanting an audience when he opened it either.

Layla and Urban made their way to the open bar while you made your rounds speaking to everyone.

You met his grandparents first, they weren’t staying long and frankly only came to see who this woman was that Jack talked about all day.

The conversation flowed easily, his grandma showed you a baby photo of Jack which made him cringe but made you audibly “awww.”

Clay walked over to you both, giving you a hug which surprised you. “Mom and dad are asking about little miss y/n” he smirked and Jack nodded, guiding you to where his mom and dad were standing before hugging his grandparents goodbye.

“Mom, Dad, this is Y/N” he motioned toward you. His dad shook your hand first and his mom laughed, “I do hugs around here!”

His mom embraced you with a hug and you felt at ease immediately. She had the same calming energy that Jack did.

The five of you (Clay included) sat down at a table and talked about everything under the sun. You talked about Jacks career, what you did for a living, what they did for work, how you liked Louisville and more.

When the guests started to arrive Jack excused himself and you stayed sat with his family.

You continued to talk until Jack came to get you, wanting to introduce you to more people. Clay stayed behind, you assumed he was going to tell Jack what their parents really thought about you later.

“You’re literally your moms twin” you giggled as the two of you walked towards an unfamiliar crowd of people. Luckily, Layla and Urban were standing there too so you felt less nervous.

“Yeah? It’s the hair” he laughed, before introducing you to Chris and Neelam, his two managers.

You were introduced to DJ Drama next and then Shloob, 2fo, Quiiso and Ace.

You met tons of other people that night but these were the only people whose names stuck, and luckily they were all the most important people in his life.

You were glad Layla was a social butterfly, you didn’t have to worry about her but occasionally she’d give you a thumbs up so you knew she was alright.

“Do you wanna go outside?” Jack leaned over to you so you’d hear him over the music.

The two of you went outside, sitting on a brick wall alongside the building. Jack let out a deep breath.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, always watching his eyes for emotion.

“I’m just glad you’re here. I know this is a lot and I just appreciate it” he turned to you, you could tell he meant every word.

“Thanks for letting me be part of it all” you smiled, scooting closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was silent between the two of you for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable.

“Do you have your car keys on you?” You stood up, waiting for Jack to pat himself down.

“Yes?” His eyebrows furrowed as he handed you the keys.

“Your gift is in the car” you giggled awkwardly realizing how he might have thought you were hinting at something different.

“After last night, I wasn’t sure” he laughed as you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the car.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and technically that was this morning” you replied smugly.

“That’s elevator camera knows though” he let out a boisterous laugh.

“Oh, holy shit” your eyes were wide and you giggled as you unlocked the car door, making Jack sit down in the passenger seat as you handed him his gift and a card.

“A card huh? Ooooh, she’s sentimental” he teased and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Is this going to make me cry? My mascara isn’t waterproof” he continued to joke, truthfully he was nervous about what could be written inside the card.

Only worried because maybe he already felt it too.

“You’re usually really cute but right now, you’re playing too much and I’m going to need you to open your gift already” you responded impatiently making him laugh as he opened your card.

He read your card quickly, giving you a kiss and then tore into your gift.

It was a pair of Prada Symbole sunglasses, yes those sunglasses.

“These are- you didn’t have to-“ he was in shock, he knew how much these glasses cost and was actually dumbfounded at how you got your hands on them.

“Do you like them baby? Because if you don’t that’s okay and I can just-“ he interrupted you with a long kiss.

You pulled back and looked around the parking lot where his car was parked. You climbed into the passenger seat, straddling his lap and shutting the door, the two of you making out while the car windows fogged up.

Jack pulled back, earning a confused look from you as he reached for his cell phone.

You didn’t say a word because you immediately knew what he was doing once you saw him typing the hotel address in.

“It’s twenty minutes from here” you bit your lip in anticipation. “The hotel is twenty minutes from here.”

Jack crawled out from under you, making sure not to hurt you in the process of him climbing into the drivers seat.

“Won’t they notice you’re missing?” You giggled as he started the ignition.

“I really don’t care” he chuckled, “as long as I’m with you, I don’t care.”

You knew he really meant it, that’s for sure.

[whatitsdecending]

Chokehold: Pt. III

Vessel x Reader x Noah Sebastian

Disclaimer: I do not know anything more about Vessel than you do, all of this is fiction.

Word Count: 5.7k

Content warning: smut, smut and more smut. Biting, choking, dominate reader, dominate Vessel, submissive reader, submissive Vessel, edging, unprotected sex (wrap it up please, don’t be stupid like this).

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The soft light filtering through the curtains pulled you out from your sleep. You stared at the environment around you, and for a split second you’d forgotten where you were. Once your brain cleared up that bit of fog you snorted at your slight stupidity. You rolled yourself over to the side of the bed that had the clock on the table next to it, 12:52 pm is what it read. A sigh escaped from you as you never let yourself sleep so late, but you came to realize if you’d forced yourself up at the normal time you definitely would’ve hated yourself for it later.

You rolled out of bed and to the window, drawing the curtains and letting the white light flood the room. From between the blinds you could see that snow now covered the ground, and it was still falling at a light rate. You adored whenever it snowed back home, especially the first dusting that just covered everything in white and seemed to bring a different brightness to the world around you.

A soft smile was stuck on your face for the entirety of your morning routine, in the shower and in front of the mirror as you did your skincare. You couldn’t wait to get outside to take in the scenery, you kinda hoped Vessel would join you.

Vessel. You haven’t heard a sound from him this morning, not even the creaking of his footsteps in the hallway or the sound of him in the kitchen. Maybe he was still asleep? You never really figured out if he had a set time he’d wake up, although he would typically go to sleep later whenever you spoke on the phone.

You went with the idea that he was still asleep, so when you left the room you quietly made your way downstairs, doing as much as you can from waking him up with a creak on the stairs. The house was very quiet and the lights were all off, allowing the natural lighting to do its job. It was peaceful. Your apartment wasn’t as quiet as Vessel’s home, only because the walls were thin and your neighbors were loud. Living in the middle of nowhere seemed like the thing you needed to do.

With it being past 1pm already, you decided the window for breakfast was closed and that having lunch would be a much better option. You walked into the kitchen and almost leapt out of your skin when you saw Vessel sitting at the table reading a book.

“Jesus Christ.” You breathed, clutching your heart as it beat rapidly. “You scared the fuck out of me, Ves!” He placed a bookmark between the pages he was on and closed the book, a look of amusement on his face. “Oh so you think that’s funny.” You crossed your arms in a sassy manner.

“Yes I do actually, you got so scared of me just relaxing in my home.” He responds, placing the book on the edge of the table. His eyes wandered outside to the snow that was falling. “Did you see the snow?”

You stepped closer to the window. “I did. Instantly put me in a good mood the second I saw it.” That same smile from earlier sat on your face again and the urge to go run outside grew stronger.

“You like snow?”

“Oh I love it. It’s one of my favorite parts about winter.” You expressed. He stared at you with wonder in his eyes, taking in your body language as you spoke. The excitement truly radiated off you like a little kid who just learned that a snow day had been implemented and they can spend the entire day at the local sledding hill with their friends. “Do you?”

“I only hate shoveling and driving in it, otherwise it is quite beautiful.” Vessel said as he rose from his seat, picking up the book to put it back into its rightful place in his collection. With your eyes stuck on the snow outside, he came up behind you and placed a heavy coat over your shoulders.

“What’s up with the coat?” You asked, turning around to see him lacing up a pair of heavier boots and a jacket resting on the table.

“Thought you’d maybe want to go outside and sit in the snow together…” He trailed off at the end of the sentence, glancing up at you. “If not, that's totally okay… I can get the leftovers from last night out-”

You pulled the coat over your arms. “I would fucking love to.” Realizing you didn’t have your boots, you rushed back upstairs to your room to put them on. Your heart raced as you tied the boots up as quickly as possible, hands shaking from the lack of nutrients in your body; but you didn’t care. The last time someone ever invited you to sit in the snow was years ago in elementary school. So at your age, this really was an invitation you could not decline.

Running back down the stairs while your boots loudly echoed against the wood, buttoning up the coat as you sped back to the kitchen. Vessel had an amused look on his face once again as you returned, leaving you to throw your hands up in defeat.

“What now?” You asked.

He chuckled. “You need to see how ridiculous you look in my coat.” He pointed over to a mirror that was just a few steps away, leaving you curious to just how stupid you look. Yeah, he was right. You definitely looked ridiculous. The coat hung down to your knees and the sleeves swallowed your hands, with where your boots ended on your legs it made you look shorter than you were.

“Eh, at least I’ll be warm.” You shrugged, pulling the hood over your head and adding to the look. The edge of the hood covered your eyes and you had to tilt your head up in order to see Vessel, he was just shaking his head at you and unlocking the door to the yard. “Are you regretting letting me stay with you now?” You followed him outside, the chill of the air hitting the part of your face that wasn’t covered.

“Nope.” He said. “I’m actually enjoying it.” You flashed a big smile at him and earned a chuckle in response. Taking big steps through the snow, you stayed quiet to determine if the snow was heavy or not. The crunching beneath your feet gave you the answer you needed.

“This snow is perfect for a snowman.” You blurt out, kicking a small pile that had built up. “If you want to build one with me.” You turned back around to face Vessel, noticing he had both hands behind his back and the most devious look you’ve ever seen on his face. “Oh no-” Was all you barely managed to get out before a snowball came barreling at you. You turned to the side quickly as a reflex, letting it hit your arm. “So you want to play that game?”

His laugh filled the air and added to the playful energy between you two. You bent over to scoop snow into your hands, mashing it together into a ball and whipping it at him. It hit him directly in the center of his chest, making him stumble back a bit.

“Goddamn you have an arm. What did they have you doing on tour?”

“Lifting the heavy shit the guys can’t.”

He grinned. “Of course.” He already had another snowball ready to go and launched it at you, missing by an inch. You laughed at him for it and threw another snowball that hit his shoulder. He stood there staring at you, a bit of defeat showing on his face.

“Oh, did you give up already? Didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily.” You egged him on, trying to get under his skin so he’d continue the fight. He raised his brows in a playful way taking a step forward in the snow before taking off in a sprint towards you. You had zero time to react due to how quickly he came up on you, all you could do was brace for him to impact your body. His arms wrapped around you quickly before the rest of his body hit yours, knocking you to the soft ground.

Your breath hitched as you made contact with it. You noticed Vessel had moved one of his hands to rest against the back of your head, making sure you didn’t smack it too hard. He pushed the hood of the coat up so he could see your eyes, but the second you made eye contact you started laughing. It was amusing that he just slammed into you like a linebacker into the snow. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, the glimmer of the snow and pure joy reflecting in his eyes and leaving you to just stare in awe.

He calmed down the moment he realized your mind had switched to something else. “You okay? I didn’t hit you too hard did I?”

You shook your head. “No… I’m okay. I’m just-” You couldn’t bring the words together, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth the way you wished it would.

“Need me to get off?” He asks, starting to move off of you and the look of worry starting to creep onto his face. Just as his chest lifted from yours, you subconscious reached up for the collar of his coat and pulled him back down to you, pressing your lips against his. The softness of his lips were all you could’ve dreamed of, the way they pushed so gently against yours allowed the butterflies that were being held back to be freed.

You kissed for what felt like only seconds before he pulled away and the ache for air dragged at your lungs. You took a deep breath and could only stare up at him as he hovered only inches away from your face. He pushed himself up off of you and reached out for your hand, drawing you up once you placed your hand in his.

He seemed to be studying your face as his hand rested against your cheek. You watched as his eyes were locked on your lips and he ran his thumb over them. “You’re turning blue.” His words slipped from your mind before he pulled you close to him. “Y/N, your lips are turning blue.” Vessel walked you back to the house, stomping the snow off his boots and you doing the same. “Come with me.” He says, guiding you through the house into a room you have yet to see. A beautiful velvet couch sat in front of a large brick fireplace, more books littered around the room. This room seemed more lived in than the rest of his home, it had a more comfortable atmosphere to it as well.

Vessel had you sit on the floor in front of the fireplace, taking the wet coat off your body and replacing it with a blanket. He quickly removed your boots and placed them off to the side. You watched with awe stuck on your face, he just did all of that without you even asking.

His face lightened as he lit a match for the fireplace, throwing it onto the logs already resting in it. The fire slowly came to life, adding a warm glow to the room around you. Vessel stepped out of the room for a moment, coming back in just his clothes from earlier. He sat down beside you, glancing at the color of your lips before rubbing your hands between his. He was extremely warm, the heat coming from the fireplace and his body was enough to keep you from shivering.

“You warming up okay?” He asked, a genuine expression on his face.

“Mmhm.” You responded and watched as he poked at the fire a bit. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

“You were turning blue, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I make sure you didn’t freeze on me?” He said, the slightest bit of a “duh” tone ringing out.

“Are you sassing me Ves?” You pretended to be offended and clutched at your heart.

“I can get sassy if you want me to.” He joked. You shook your head at him and turned your gaze back on to the fire in front of you. It danced around as the logs burned, the smell filling the room and bringing you to a calm place. Your mind had been going insane since the kiss you had with Vessel, the fact that he put so much care into you after you started getting too cold made it so much worse. Each little thing he did, from removing your boots to replacing the damp coat with a blanket, had your heart flipping around inside of you. It was these small gestures he seemed to do without any hesitation that made you want it all from him, everything he could ever offer to you, you’d take. You’d take it all so fast, but at the same time it scared you. Things were changing and changing rapidly. If you had asked yourself four months ago if you’d see your future self in a position like this, you definitely would’ve said no. From how things were going for you at that time, keeping your extremely casual relationship with Noah going for however long you both needed was the furthest you were willing to go at the time.

Noah. You’d completely forgotten you had promised to call him back… he probably thinks you’re dead at this point. A deep sigh escaped you at the promise you remembered, now felt the guilt creeping up your spine.

“Hey Ves?” You broke the silence, taking your mind out of the forest of thoughts it was just in.

“Hmm?” He mumbled. He lingered close to you, something you hadn’t noticed until now. His arm was draped lazily behind you and pulling you closer to him. The ability to ask the question you’d originally gained his attention for had suddenly gone away, you couldn’t seem to form the necessary words to say. You could feel his eyes on you as he waited for you to say something; they burned into you deeper than the fire ever could.

Instead of asking what you originally wanted to, you decided to ask another question that had been on your mind since September. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“Vividly.”

“There’s always been something I’ve wanted to ask you, especially now with how things have come between us.” You felt him shift his body weight in order to get a better look at you, raising his brow as he waited for the question. “What exactly did you mean by “one on one”? Was it just going to be something random like what me and Noah had been doing or…” You trailed off from there, turning and meeting his gaze. “Or am I reaching too far now.”

“You’re not reaching at all darling.” His voice soothed you. Bringing that up had been something dragging you down for a little while, especially when it became clear that Vessel was turning into a more special person in your life. “I remember leaving you that note with the intention of getting to know you better. The moment I saw you I just had to do it… even though I didn’t know the full extent of what was going on between you and Noah until you had explained it later on to me. It was a risk I was willing to take.”

“Are you still willing to take it?” You whispered just above the crackling of the fire. He held his gaze on yours for a long time, until his eyes started lingering on your lips. Your eagerness got the best of you, knowing damn well he could sit and stare for hours and torture your body by not touching you. You ripped the blanket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before climbing onto his lap and pushing your lips on his. The desperation in this kiss compared to the one you shared in the snow was mind boggling, he was just as desperate for your lips now as you were for his.

His hands furiously tugged at your shirt, giving you the opportunity to pull away for a second and take it off. For just a moment his eyes glowed at the sight of the one part of your body he had yet been able to see. He leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck as his hand that had been placed on your back masterfully unhooked your bra. After you let the garment drop from your body, his other hand instinctively took hold of your left breast and massaged it gently. The stimulation of his lips against your neck on top of this had you moaning, your head leaned back to give him all the access he wanted to your neck. His teeth grazed along your skin and sent a shiver down your spine that made your hips buck.

“You like that huh?” He quipped, leaving another kiss against your neck. “Do you want me to mark you up darling?” A whine left your lips as a response, leaving him to chuckle at how desperate you are for him. He trailed up your neck before finding the area he wanted to mark, he licked it meticulously before sinking his teeth into you. Your body didn’t know how to react to that feeling, a new sensation that trickled through your nerves and sent your brain into overdrive.

“Oh fuck, Ves.” You breathed, gripping the back of his neck to drive him closer to you. He pushed his body up from the sitting position he had been in and began to push you gently down against the floor, his hand never leaving the spot on your back. After you’d laid down, Vessel pulled away to take his shirt off and revealed that physique you had grown to miss. He was glowing with the light from the fire bouncing off his skin, and in that moment it seemed you were about to sleep with a God.

He leaned down to connect your lips once again, this time with a more fiery passion than before. His tongue pushed into your mouth, letting yours fight against his. In the battle for dominance over your mouth, his hand made its way to the spot on your back to push your chest into his. His skin was warm and soft against yours, the heat from the fireplace adding to what radiated off him.

Vessel pulled away from the kiss and sat back on his feet, his hands going to your jeans to undo them and pull them off your legs. He stared at the laced panties you chose to wear that day, the lust that filled his eyes as it took every bit of patience in him to not rip them off of you. His fingers delicately slipped under the fabric that wrapped around your hips and pulled the garment down your legs, not once breaking the eye contact between the two of you. He leaned back fully on his feet as his eyes toyed over your body, taking it all in and memorizing every single detail he could see.

“You are so beautiful.” He breathed, his palms resting on your knees as his fingers circled your skin gently. “I want this to be for you, this moment everything is for you. Y/N, tell me exactly what you want and I’ll do it.” There was a pleading tone in his voice as he spoke. His hands remained where they were, not leaving until you would tell him to move them.

“Vessel…” You say, his body perking up at his name. “I want you to touch me, show me how badly you’ve missed me. Show me all that you wanted back in September that you couldn’t do.” A devilish grin crossed his face as his hands moved their way closer up your thighs, his body leaned forward with them. He placed kisses along the inside of your thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your core. You grew restless as each kiss made you more wet, the slow inching of his face to where you wanted him most drove you crazy. Just as his cheek brushed up against the skin of your folds, you said one last thing. “And don’t you dare edge my orgasms this time.”

“Wasn’t planning on it darling.” Vessel says before the feeling of his tongue dragging up between your folds overran your body. Your hips bucked upwards into his mouth as a moan escaped from you. He was going slow on you, aware of the fact that it’s been a little while since the last time someone had gone down on you. That did not matter for you though, he knew exactly what he was doing and learned quickly the first time around. He lifted his face up a bit so he could focus his tongue on your clit and watch your face when he slipped two of his fingers into you. Your body arched at the stimulation of his fingers pumping slowly into you and his tongue delicately swirling circles on your clit.

“Ves.” You breathed. “Go faster.” With your instructions, Vessel picked up the pace with both his fingers and tongue. The wave of pleasure that hit you was almost enough to send you over the edge, but you held yourself together. His free hand tapped at your leg, giving you the notion to put them on his shoulders. You obliged and draped them over him, allowing you the power to hold him there for however long you pleased.

You used your heels to push him down closer into you as the knot built in your stomach. The moans that came from you were loud and high pitched, which led to Vessel removing his fingers from you and using both hands to grip your hips. He increased the pressure and pace of his tongue on your clit in order to make you cum. You cried out in pleasure as the ecstasy hit you, your hand gripped tightly on the blanket underneath you as you searched for some piece of reality so you didn't get completely lost in the pleasure.

Vessel kept his mouth on you, watching your body shake as it came down from the orgasm. He did not let you catch a breath before his tongue was back at it again and his fingers pushed into you, the extra slick that came from your orgasm made it simple for him to add another finger to the mix. You whined as his tongue hit your clit, it had grown sensitive from all the stimulation that you haven’t experienced in a while.

“Ves.” You cried out, a hum in response coming from him and sending vibrations through you. “I want you to fuck me.” He lifted his face from your core, the sight of his chin and lips being covered in your slick made a smile pull at your lips.

“Is that what you really want, darling?’’ He leaned back against his feet again, taking your legs off from his shoulders and setting them back down on the floor. You nodded, biting your lip as he began to remove the belt from his jeans. “I wasn’t even worried about getting myself off today, but since you’re insisting I fuck you, how could I resist?” He’d pulled his jeans down, revealing his cock that struggled against the fabric of his briefs. He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled the briefs down, exposing his hard cock. You bit at your bottom lip as you watched him remove the articles from his legs and throw them somewhere in the room. He reached over to the couch and grabbed a pillow, motioning for you to lift your lower back up off the floor so he can place it below you. He let you lay back and adjusted it as you needed until it was comfortable for you.

He leaned into you again, placing a kiss on your lips and then your forehead. “You ready?” You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. He returned the smile before taking your legs and placing them on his hips, using them as a guide to line his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed himself into you, he ran it through your folds to slick it up, not wanting to cause that much discomfort going in. He focused on the sight of his cock spreading the muscles of your entrance, going slowly in order for you to adjust to his size.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered, the feeling of him inside of you after not having anyone fucking you since September was intense.

“God you’re so fucking tight, Y/N.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. His grip tightened on your hip, adjusting himself to be able to get a better angle to thrust into you.

“Go faster.” You spat out. He nodded and picked up his pace, the sounds of his thighs slapping against the skin of your ass echoed through the room and mixing in with the moans that came from the two of you. The initial bit of discomfort had completely disappeared now and the pleasure that racked your body was all you could think of. He felt so good, the first time he fucked you was good, really good… but with the circumstances of that time, you don’t think it could ever compare to this now.

His moans had turned to whimpers and his face was beginning to contort, notifying you that he was close. Except, this time you wanted to be the one that edged him. Torture him a bit like he’d done to you. So, you put your hand up and signaled for him to stop. He hesitantly pulled out of you and had a confused expression on his face.

“What-’’ Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off by pointing to the couch.

“Go sit and lean up against the couch.” A tone of demand came from you that was unfamiliar, but you liked it and he clearly did too as he quickly moved to where you told him to go. He watched as you stood up, ignoring the weakness you felt from how hard he’d just been fucking you. His breath hitched as you stood over him, placing one hand on his shoulder while you came down to straddle him. Your other hand wrapped around his cock and aligned it with your entrance, the feeling of it filling you up as you sat down left both of your mouths wide open. You let yourself get used to this position before slowly bouncing yourself on him.

“Jesus Christ Y/N.” Vessel groaned, throwing his head back against the cushion of the couch.

Your hand reached out and wrapped around his neck, making him return his gaze to you in shock. “I don’t think so, Ves. Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” You kept your hold on his neck, making sure not to add too much pressure to the point where you were actually choking him. His hands found their way to rest on your hips, but you swatted at them. “Keep them on the couch, I don’t need your help with this.” He smirked at how you demanded him, a new found power that you’ve never had the control over.

A rhythm took you over and Vessel’s eyes constantly rolled back whenever you squeezed both his cock and his neck, each roll from your hips bringing him closer to that release he chased after. You watched his face and listened for that same whiny tone in his moans that informed you he was about to cum. You were getting close too, unsure if he was going to cum before you did or vice versa.

“I’m going to cum.” Vessel cried out and his breathing became more rapid. You clenched tightly around his cock and his neck, clearly sending him over the edge as the warmth of his cum filling you up took you by surprise. Your release happened right after, your moans mixed in with the heavy breathes he took as you rode it out on him. You let go of the grip you had on his neck and fell against his chest, your face pressed against the crook of his neck.

The two of you sat there for a little while, coming down from the high. Admittedly, you sat there because of how numb your legs felt from all of this. Vessel seemed to notice your uncertainty with getting up, so he took matters into his own hands and shuffled his way over to the blanket in front of the fireplace, laying you down on top of it. You hissed at the feeling of him taking his cock out of you, your entire core was extremely sensitive now and any little touch or movement made you squirm.

“Let me get you a warm cloth, I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead and stood, walking away to the kitchen. You took the time to regulate your breathing a bit, letting yourself come back from the ecstasy you’d just experienced. Vessel came back into the room just a moment later, a damp cloth in his hand. He sat on his knees between your legs, gently running the cloth along your folds and cleaning up the cum that was dripping out of you. The warmth of it soothed your body and finally brought you all the way down from the high.

Vessel placed the cloth off to the side after he made sure he did a good job cleaning you up. He laid down beside you, letting you lift your head up so he could rest his arm beneath it. His other hand rested on your stomach, watching as it rose and fell with each breath you took.

The two of you laid there in a comfortable silence. The primary reason being the utter exhaustion you felt after the physicality you endured, but also still being a bit jet lagged didn’t help either. Also maybe the fact that you just had some of the best sex in your life had some kind of power over you not being able to speak.

Breaking the silence was a loud grumble from your stomach, reminding you that you never ate today. “Jeez I felt that.” Vessel laughed as he removed his hand from his stomach, leaving you to laugh at it as well. “Is this my sign to make you some dinner?”

“I think so.” You wiped at the tears that sprinkled the corners of your eyes from your laughter. “I’m going to go take a bath while you do that.” You rolled out from his hold and pushed yourself up into a standing position, your legs wobbling as you did so.

“Need me to carry you to the bath?” Vessel asked as he placed a hand on your leg to help stabilize you a bit.

“Nope, I should be good, just need to walk around or else it will stay like this for too long.” You smiled down at him, giving him a thumbs up as you started waddling away, the chuckles that erupted from him as he watched you walk away was enough to make you laugh. You knew you looked ridiculous, but you could not help it. Glancing at the time on a nearby clock, you realize it’d probably be later enough in the morning for you to call Noah and not have to deal with his grumpy ass after waking him up.

As you struggled a bit to get up the stairs and to your room, you decided to call him the second you got the bath running. You couldn’t help but have a nagging feeling that calling him was wrong, especially now right after you’d had sex with Vessel and was running a bath in his home.

But you promised him… and who knows exactly the reason he needed to talk to you. Could be work related, most of the time it is. You knew you were capable of keeping it professional and in this case that’s exactly what needed to happen. Then again, the idea of hurting him by telling him exactly where and what you were doing toyed in the back of your mind. Why? You weren’t sure.

It will be the first time since October that you will be speaking to him, the last time being when you all parted ways at the airport after the US leg of the tour ended. You hate admitting it but you did miss speaking with him, especially music. His face lit up each time he got on the topic of how he wrote a specific song or his plans for the future of the band.

Your hands shook as you picked up your phone that was still on the nightstand, glancing at the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen before going to your contacts and pressing on Noah’s name. You hovered over the icon that will take you to a call, debating if it was the best thing to do.

You walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, starting the water in the tub. You stared at the screen again and took a deep breath before hitting the call icon, your phone coming to life as it rang.

It didn’t take long for the ringing to stop and Noah’s voice to echo through the speakers. “Hey pretty girl, I’ve been waiting for you to call.”

[linkemon]

Boysband AU headcanons (4ggravate) 2

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

For those unfamiliar with the concept, 4ggravate is the Sumeru guys who started a boyband. It comes from the same series as the widely known in the fandom 4nemo.

Working with idol groups involves trends changing like in a kaleidoscope. When 4ggravate entered the scene, it quickly became clear that they would conquer the world. Your label, after the huge success of 4nemo, decided to take another boys under their wing. You didn't know then how much work you would have to put into promoting them on the market...

Kaveh

✧ The most expressive member of the group. You'd even say it makes up for everyone else in this regard.

✧ Always there if you need to record additional video or behind-the-scenes content. This is what his fans see most often and he is the most into social media.

✧ It also has its downsides. Kaveh can be dramatic to the point where it's annoying. If he feels like it, he will walk out of the meeting with the film crew, complaining and slamming the door. Unfortunately, it will often be up to you to bring him back to finish the ad.

✧ He and Alhaitham are constantly arguing, which was a shock to you because they've known each other the longest out of the team. You usually try not to take sides or take turns so that neither of the two will take offense at you.

✧ Kaveh will dance, play, sing... He will fill any role if need be and he will be good at it. However, he feels the best while playing instruments.

✧ He studied architecture and constantly reminds that he knows art. However, this is not idle talk. He happens to come up with brilliant ideas about clothes or scenery while shooting music videos.

✧ Drinks secretly outside the studio. He almost got busted once when someone from the management decided to come to the apartment to hand over the documents but you just arrived before them and managed to put the can in your purse at the last minute.

✧ He wanted to thank you somehow and gave you the keychain. He once bought some handmade ones. He gives them only to exceptional people in his opinion.

Cyno

✧ He as an innate sense of justice. You can be sure that if anyone sees someone hurt, it will definitely be Cyno. He never stands aside. He immediately confronts who he needs to, which often put his career on the line. He would probably be willing to sacrifice it for the greater good. For example, he points it out to the older employees if they use younger ones on the set. He does it even at the cost of unpleasantness towards him. He has earned a reputation as unapproachable and stickler among industry associates.

✧ He loves to play cards. He collects entire collections of them. His favorite card game is TCG Genius Invocation. It got you interested enough to get into it. He's very happy about that because being in 4ggravate has made it a bit difficult for him to find someone he can physically play with without spreading rumors. He loves to explain the new rules to you and show you what he has hunted for his collection.

✧ There was a time when, like Kaveh, he argued with Alhaitham. Whatever happened, one day he came back changed. Since then, they've at least respected each other and making your life a little easier.

✧ He is often given rap parts to sing. Mainly because of his low voice.

✧ Fans marvel at how different he can be. The media tried to create his image as quite dark. This is how new fans often see him. Meanwhile, when they spend a little time with him, they understand that this is not the case at all.

✧ A dedicated Cyno fan site was created to collect his jokes. They are very dry. Some people even send him their suggestions for him to tell on streams.

Alhaitham

✧ Alhaitham believes in peace and quiet. You asked him once why he stayed at 4ggravate then. He replied that in this way he would earn enough to have money for his dream life for a long time. He calculated it all. He even showed you the entire spreadsheet on the computer.

✧ You don't know how he does it but he's learning all the time. Be it from books or from various types of courses. Ask him anything, about everything. He will always have an answer.

✧ He writes the lyrics of the songs. With no exception. He has a gift for words. He always knows how to put them together to use rhymes or puns. Composing is not his strong point, so the worst moment is when he has to collaborate with Kaveh, who is better in this field. Not that he would ever admit it.

✧ If he could, he would avoid interviews and meetings with fans. He doesn't like any of these activities. He goes mostly because he has to. For this reason, he does not have as many fans as Kaveh, but he is not very interested in it. The people who choose him as their favorite are usually those who are deeply interested in his words and where he draws inspiration from. And they always get accurate and in-depth answers that make him their number one forever.

✧ He does not part with the headphones. So much so that it became his sign. One time Kaveh took it for fun when he wasn't looking and broke them. You didn't want them to fight again, so you took the blame and returned it to him after it was fixed. He immediately knew it wasn't you and made you promise not to take the blame on yourself again. Despite this, the next day, there were notes on your desk regarding the marketing strategy for the next quarter. Interestingly, better than you'd ever do yourself...

Tighnari

✧ Tighnari has a very sensitive musical ear. Thanks to this, he remembers songs extremely quickly, especially new ones and perfectly matches the rhythm by dancing. He is usually praised above all for his flawless choreography.

✧ The boy is vegan. He deeply believes in unity with nature. In his opinion, there is no need to use animals in this way. Half of his social media consists of this.

✧ Helped launch an eco-friendly line of stuffed animals called Aranara. He gave you one of his first pieces as a thank you for helping with their publicity campaign.

✧ He lives in the belief that being an idol will allow him to convey certain values to his fans. He attaches great importance to the educational aspect. He often comes up with themes for new albums and is able to cleverly combine them with previous or subsequent ones.

✧ Tighnari is known for his sarcastic statements, which is why interviewers love him. He skillfully sweeps them away and hits remarks back, making them borderline controversial. Their viewership is really high.

✧ Hates the heat. You used to shoot scenes for a music video in the desert. You remember that he was perfectly prepared then. That's not to say he didn't complain about the heat but he was one of the few members on set who didn't get sunstroke. He reminded you regularly to drink plenty of water and lent you his hat.

✧ At the beginning of his career, he received a headband with rabbit ears from his younger friend Collei. When they were younger, they attended several survival camps organized by their school together. To this day, she is his biggest fan. Tighnari only pulls out these ears on special occasions.

[the-scandalorian]

Ok, I was scrolling fast past your masterlist. Somehow my brain turned "Mando in a tailored suit" into "Mando in a towel". I will never know peace, again.

I'm just imagining sitting there minding your own damn business, and him walking out of the fresher with the towel hung low and his chest and arms still wet. You just 😳 but quickly try to hide it, but something about the tilt of his helmet tells you he absolutely knows. And you just know he has this cocky, self-satisfied look in his eye. And you just feel yourself get very hot and need to excuse yourself very quickly for some ~privacy~...

I feel like there's more, but I am no good with the words (obviously), and my brain is currently melting in need of some privacy of my own. 🫠🙃

first of all, absolutely loveee this thought. second of all, you are great with words. thank you for sharing this delicious idea with me x

gn!reader cw: spice, references to a blow job ***

Mando set the Razor Crest down on a planet with plenty of fresh water, and you both get to indulge in the rare pleasure of long, hot showers.

You've just finished drying off and pulling on clean clothes when the refresher door slides open with a quiet slip of metal, and you look up. Mando steps out, accompanied by a generous amount of steam escaping the tiny space behind him.

Your jaw drops open in surprise.

You're accustomed to seeing him in layers of duraweave and beskar, completely concealed. His helmet, of course, is still in place, but the towel slung low around his waist is...small. The threadbare cotton hugging his narrow hips and strong thighs leaves everything else on display for you.

Somewhere remote, in a better functioning part of your brain, you register that the towel in your hands is large and plush—he clearly gave you the nicer one.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment because his visor is fogged with steam. Mando reaches up to adjust it, and you take advantage of those few seconds to quickly and quietly admire what you never get to see—all the parts you've imagined (quite accurately, apparently).

His body.

His wet, muscular body.

His strong, broad shoulders and the natural taper of his waist.

His golden brown skin is glistening with fat droplets of water, clinging to his chest hair, trailing slowly down the taut slopes of his biceps. A few are following the deep v of his hips or sliding over the soft swell of his belly, to be ultimately caught in the trail of dark hair that disappears under the towel.

It would be too easy to drop forward onto your knees and lick up those droplets of water with a gentle drag of your tongue. Too easy to tug that towel free of its loose knot.

Your mouth waters reflexively at the thought.

You wonder if he's the type to accept that pleasure passively, his hands hanging by his sides and his helmet tipped back while you do the work for him, letting you luxuriate in the taste of his salt and the guttural scrape of his moans.

Or if he's the type to fuck your throat with the controlled thrust of his hips and the steadying hold of his large hand on the back of your head, the lip of his helmet rested against his chest so he can watch himself disappear, again and again, into your mouth until he gets to hear you choke, just a little.

Both. Definitely both.

Gentle...then rough. Give and take. Just how you like it.

The thought jolts you.

More time must have elapsed than you realized because when you drag your eyes back up his body, the steam has dissipated, his visor is clear, and his head is cocked to one side as he regards you with naked curiosity.

So much for subtlety. You snap your jaw closed, embarrassed.

"Everything okay?" he asks, an obvious trace of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply, forcing a neutral tone and gesturing vaguely at his body, "just not used to seeing you without the armor. Caught me off guard."

"Mmm," he hums, unconvinced.

He turns to leave, and you're treated to one final view—his chiseled shoulders, his strong back, the contours of his tight little ass visible through the thin towel... then he pauses and looks back.

"Next time, you get the small towel."

[jacobsbigmelons]

after waking up from my nap, i am now only thinking of Jacob (edit. and pain. did i mention pain? yeah pain)

i’m so very sorry but after having one angsty thought now I need to make it happen (reqs i see you fear not!)

A shot not worth shooting

Jacob Custos x Male reader(?)(idk if this necessarily counts but let’s roll with it)

angst, reader character death, slight gore descriptions, reader turned werewolf, arguing, maybe ooc jacob? i legit have 0 clue how he’d act

The tourniquet Abi applied to your thigh a little while ago helped stop the profuse bleeding from your thigh, your wound, slightly exposed to everyone since your pant leg was ripped from the top definitely wasn’t the best sight to see.

“How do you feel?” Kaitlyn said as she stood in front of you, your arms wrapped around your one healthy leg as your wounded one laid to the side. “I don’t know…I feel like my senses are overloaded or something.” You slowly laid your head on your knee as to try and ignore the very apparent headache that’s made it’s way ever since your encounter with…whatever that thing was.

“Do you remember what it looked like? We couldn’t really decipher a lot from how panicked you were a bit ago…” Dylan said, tilting his head in slight curiosity incase you’re able to give any information. “God like…a human but a dog? it moves like a dog but looks like a human? I don’t know, I really don’t.” It became clear with your hands now beginning to run through your hair as a means of trying to sooth yourself that something was wrong and it wasn’t because of blood loss or anything.

An hour maybe two went by, you were able to muster the willpower to find yourself with Jacob close to the dock, the quiet lake was peaceful despite the crickets and their chirping. Your leg was surprisingly not too painful when you walked, could be that the tourniquet is numbing it or maybe your mind is at way too many places to focus on the pain. You two sat on the dock as Jacob held you his arms as a way to sooth the fear from earlier.

Your forehead laid upon Jacobs forearm as his pulse from his wrist was distinctly becoming more and more apparent to your ears, a slight ringing accompanying the random fixation. Your heart rate picked up, your fingertips became numb, your saliva glands kicked into overdrive but not before Jacobs voice brought you back to your bearings. “You okay?” He said slightly concerned while his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand.

“Sorry I…I think my adrenaline from earlier is barely fading away or something, so i’m feeling pretty tired.” You gave him a small toothless smile before resting back onto his forearm. A half hour went by before Emma, Kaitlyn and Dylan were in the building behind you two. Their voices slightly heard made you in a way feel more safe knowing your friends are with you. You should feel more comfort, even secure knowing they’re there right…? Those thought peered into your mind, you only felt safer for just a few seconds when you realized they were there so why is your heart racing so much? Why is your breathing beginning to get a lot more heavy?

“Babe you okay?” Why was your breathing becoming so much faster? your healthy leg more fidgety? The smell of iron in the air so much more apparent? Louder voices? when did they get here…why is everyone so loud…when did you get on your side? “Why the fuck are they making that sound?!” Kaitlyn said, her gun in her hand, trying to find every excuse she won’t have to use it.

The groaning- no growling coming from you was throwing everyone off track, Jacobs hand on your back wasn’t helping and everyone trying to make sense of it only added to your irritation. If they weren’t already freaked out, the sudden, very loud blood curdling scream you emitted definitely would. Your legs picked yourself up without you even trying to get up, you were practically clawing at your face while trying to figure out any way to stop this sudden overwhelming feeling.

Jacob took it as his sign to back up from you to the others, though everyone freaked when Kaitlyn backed up slightly as she aimed down sights directly at you. “Kaitlyn! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jacob snapped “You can’t just shoot him!” Dylan chimes in “Shut up! both of you!” Emma also chimed in. You were merely making whimpers at this point before you finally looked behind you at Kaitlyn, directly in her eyes as a barrel of a shotgun was pointed right at you. “Kaitlyn please for the love of god put the fucking gun down please!” Jacob pleaded, clearly not understanding the situation at hand. Dylan’s quick back-stepping elicited Emma even Kaitlyn to do the same which eventually Jacob followed too.

Your heaving breaths had this disturbing addition to it, a noise almost like reverb which made everyone on edge. Until you quickly returned to loud whining as you fell back to your knees as the clawing at your face was happening again. “R-Run, fuck you guys need to get out!” Your voice now with a disturbing echoing reverb of your voice made way. “Guys let’s just fucking go” Emma demanded, Dylan nodded along with her “What?! We can’t just fucking leave him-“ Jacobs sentence interrupted by your now booming voice “FUCKING RUN, JUST GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE.” You screamed out as Emma practically had to yank Jacob before he even got the chance to think, the others running behind them. “Why the fuck are we leaving he needs fucking help!” Jacob yelled “Did you not see him?! He’s becoming one of those things, Nick did the same shit…kinda but still the same-“

The sudden howl made it all obvious what was happening, Jacobs denial not wanting to believe what you are now, though his thoughts don’t last long before a loud growl through the trees somehow caught up with the group. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck what the fuck is actually happening” Kaitlyn said to herself, Jacob had a cold sweat as his mind put everything in perspective unfortunately. What he didn’t know was the silver bullet cocked into the shotgun. Their run was cut short as you leaped out at them in hopes for your first kill, though you were just barely off Kaitlyn immediately aimed right back at you again.

“Dude it’s fucking y/n, you can’t shoot you just- you can’t.” Jacob begged as his hands were trembling “So what? let him kill us? I can’t just not do anything” Kaitlyn said, her gaze on you for as long as possible, thought her one mistake was staring at Jacob for just that split second. You took the opportunity and ran disturbingly quick at the group, Emma’s screams and Dylan’s panicked screaming for Kaitlyn to shoot brought her focus right back to you.

You…the councilor that everyone felt like they could befriend? the councilor that was that perfect mix of sweet yet sarcastic? The councilor now boyfriend of a pretty yet dumbfounded guy? Kaitlyn can’t shoot, she wouldn’t do that to Jacob. Or at least that’s what Jacob thought. The sound of a shotgun filled the air, Jacobs balled up fists hiding his gaze from you, the others quiet.

The writhing of your newly transformed body tried to fight its way back to life in any way it could, the bullet hole going right through the shoulder. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck this didn’t just happen” Jacob tried to reason with himself as he finally turned just a bit as your now limp body laid on the dirt road. Your limbs twitching as the abnormalities began to slowly revert back to much more of a human look.

Kaitlyn couldn’t help but drop her gun after coming to terms with what she had just done, both of her hands now covering her face out of guilt as she muffled apologies, unable to look anyone in the face. Jacob couldn’t bear what he was feeling as he once again looked away before staring Kaitlyn down, his eyebrows creased with anger. “YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM?!” Jacob screamed taking a step towards her “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WANT ME TO DO?! LET HIM JUST KILL US? DID YOU?” Kaitlyn retaliated, moving her hands from her face.

Both had red puffy eyes, their voices cracking from fighting with one another. Emma’s lament pulled the two away from one another as she was now next to your body, now back to its human form. Blood pooling beneath your corpse as Emma couldn’t help but weep for what happened. Dylan merely sat, hands around his head trying to contemplate the last few minutes. “This night has to be some fucking nightmare” she cried as her accusation was proven false by just how real your body felt, the blood that covered her hands as she felt your lifeless body.

At this point the two were done fighting, now slowly making way to where you were. It didn’t take long before the four councilors sat next to you, as dangerous as it was with whatever these things roaming the forest were, they couldn’t leave. Let alone Jacob.

His hat somewhere along the dirt, his hand holding yours, begging to feel some kind of sign you’re still alive. Though your lifeless, bloodied eyes only stared at Jacob with lost hope as you breathed your last breath awhile ago.

[tingerines]

Pairing: Epel x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

In this world, soulmates do exist.

No one knows when they will meet theirs or if they ever will, but chances of the latter is very unlikely.

See, the universe has a funny way of bringing two destined souls together; in this case, soulmates are brought together through music.

As a result, it isn’t strange for one, or two, or even a dozen people to suddenly start singing in the middle of the street. The more fortunate members of society are able to contain this urge, and you’re fortunately one of them.

But balance is a must.

So, while most soulmates will start singing the same song no matter where or how far apart they are, you have to deal with a song playing on repeat in your head for an undisclosed amount of time. It’s similar to how people say they have a catchy song stuck in their head, but you hear your soulmate’s voice singing to you instead.

Luck is truly on your side though, because you think that your soulmate has one of the loveliest voices that you’ve ever heard.

Or do you only think that because it’s your soulmate?

You wonder what they must be like. Definitely an interesting person based only on their music taste — which is completely random. They could be singing a tune that probably should belong in an opera and suddenly change to a song about baking a cake the next.

You never knew what to expect from them, least of all silence.

But that’s exactly what you got today.

If this wasn’t something out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t have been so worried. But you couldn’t help but think of all the things that could be wrong.

It’s for this reason that you’ve dragged your friends out to the nearest tea shop: to worry incessantly about someone you haven’t even met yet.

“No, I’m telling you that they have never not sung, Ace,” you groan while rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. “What if they tripped on their way to work and cracked multiple teeth, or something?”

Ace looks up at you with utter unamusement on his face as he takes another sip of his bubble tea, “that’s pretty dramatic, y/n. Maybe they’re just busy.”

“I mean, isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet? They’ll probably go back to singing by tonight,” Jack offers before you could say anything else. “It could be worse.”

“How’s that?” you sigh before occupying yourself by taking small sips of your matcha latte.

“Our friend from college has never heard his soulmate’s voice — well, not since he was little.”

“Are you serious?” you raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical about this information.

But you weren’t one to talk; you’d always opted to wait until the late hours of the night to sing. A small part of you reasoned that you only did so to not disturb your soulmate throughout the day. But the bigger part of you knows that you’re just afraid to embarrass yourself.

“Yeah, you can ask him yourself,” Jack nods before nudging his chin towards the space behind you.

“What?”

You turn around to see a young man at the cash register paying for his drink. You can only make out the top half of his face due to his face mask, but you can already tell that he’s attractive — with wavy lavender locks that perfectly frames his face and double-lidded eyes that curve slightly at the ends, as if he has a natural wing.

You’re not sure why you can’t take your eyes off of him. You’ve seen plenty of attractive men in your life, yet…

Jack clears his throat at the same time Ace pokes at your forearm, forcing you to divert your attention back to the two.

“What?” you ask again, your eyes shifting between your friends who keep exchanging knowing looks with one-another. “Why do you look like that?”

The pair don’t answer you and instead wave over the handsome stranger that’s caught your attention. He immediately makes his way over to your table and places his hands on the chair right next to yours.

“May I sit here?” he asks, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he smiles — though it’s not visible to anyone.

You look up and accidentally make eye contact with him; and that alone is enough to make a comforting warmth spread from your heart to the rest of your body.

Both of your eyes widen in surprise, though you don’t realize that the stranger is experiencing the same exact warm comfort as you.

But why?

Jack and Ace exchange another set of knowing looks before Ace pats the table loud enough to snap you both out of your trances.

“Oh, um… y—yeah, go ahead,” you manage to stammer out, your hands nervously tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears as you turn to sit upright again.

What is wrong with you all of the sudden?

“Thank you,” the man clears his throat and moves to situate himself onto the empty seat before extending a hand out towards you, “I’m Epel, by the way.”

“O—oh,” you hesitantly reach out to wrap your fingers around Epel’s hand in a handshake, your skin immediately tingles upon contact. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.”

“‘Y/n’? That’s very pretty,” Epel says as his eyes curve into crescent moons once more.

“Th—thank you,” you bow your head in hopes that the shadows will conceal the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Epel, you have a pretty name too,” Ace comments in a playful tone as he pats the said man’s cheeks.

You shoot a glare at your friend, mentally cursing him for teasing you at such a time, but he only smiles innocently at you in response.

“Call me ‘pretty’ again and you’ll never see the daylight again,” Epel chuckles. “How are y’all?”

“We’re good. What’s with the mask?” Jack gestures towards Epel’s face, and he assumes that he must mean the face mask.

“I caught a cold — just my luck,” Epel sighs.

“Is Vil going to cut you some slack today then?”

Epel shakes his head, “nah… I just won’t be able to sing as much as I usually do. Which is why I’m saving my voice as much as I can.”

“What if they’re sick?!” you suddenly exclaim, prompting Epel to turn towards you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“They’re talking about their soulmate again,” Ace whines before planting his face onto Jack’s shoulder.

“Oh? Why, what’s up? Did you finally meet them?”

“No…” you shake your head before giving your friends an apologetic look, “they’ve just stopped singing — and they always sing. So maybe they’re sick!”

“Sounds like me,” Epel says jokingly with a grin, but his laugh is cut short by the alarmed look on your face. “I—I’m kidding. I just meant that I sing all the time too for—well, really because Housewarden Vil asks me to.”

Watching the awkward exchange prompts Ace to hunch over and start coughing, but you can hear his hidden “smooth” in between the sharp sounds. You shoot your friend a glare before placing a hand on top of Epel’s — and it’s just a gesture of reassurance.

At least that’s what you try convincing yourself of.

“So,” you start, hoping to change the conversation’s topic for everyone’s sake, “is there any particular reason why you’re being made to focus on your singing skills?”

“Oh!” you can see the glimmers of happiness in Epel’s eyes as he begins to talk animatedly about his hobby. “It’s ‘cause of my family’s apple farm. Which, hear me out, ‘cause I know you’re prolly thinkin’ ‘how is that even related’? But…”

Then Epel begins to explain how his family business experienced a boom in business after this year’s SDC, and he saw this as motivation to work on strengthening his charms. After all, Harveston isn’t a well-known part of Twisted Wonderland; and if he works hard enough, he could help not only his family, but the other elders in the village as well.

“Then Vil had this great idea that we should start an NRC radio show. I like to call it the Epel Farm but Vil was not a fan of that. And, well— it’s more of a ‘daily podcast’ than it is a radio show. I do a lot of different things depending on my mood; sometimes I’ll give advice to my listeners or just play music — and sing, of course. I surprisingly like it a lot.”

“You seem to be very passionate about your family and apples. It’s wonderful that you’ve got such a strong source of motivation,” you can only offer a sheepish smile as your head is still spinning from the overload of information Epel just spilled onto you. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tune in yet, but your radio show sounds great.”

And the two of you continue your conversation just like that, completely forgetting that you have other friends sitting right across the table. Too enamored with one-another to even notice their amused stares.

Truth be told, Ace and Jack had a sneaking suspicion that they knew who your soulmate was for a while now. Epel’s too.

At first, it seemed like a coincidence. You’d whine about the fact that you couldn’t focus well when your soulmate keeps singing a song about washing the dishes. Then that same night, they would hear Epel singing a similar song in a pre-recording of Epel Farm.

When asked, Epel had told them that he rarely hears his soulmate’s voice unless he stayed up late enough. He’d wake up with swollen eyes the morning after and was surely scolded by Vil, but he always thought that it was worth it.

They connected the distant grey dots when you told them you try not to sing until nightfall in fear of disturbing your soulmate’s day.

The coincidences continued to pile on from there, and Ace finally convinced Epel to meet you for confirmation.

Except he left out the part where you were going to be here today.

But Epel is smart and he catches on very quickly. It also helps that your friends were not very subtle with the way they were gawking at you two as you conversed.

You must be someone special. He could tell from the moment you made eye contact earlier.

Whereas your parents never told you the feeling of meeting your soulmate — not to mention your friends haven’t experienced such things either — Epel was more blessed.

He’s been excited to meet you since the moment his parents recounted the day that they met. The feeling of comfort and warmth, like basking under the hot summer sun or wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket on a snowy day.

The same exact feeling he had when he first saw you.

But he’s not one to jump to conclusions. He needed solid evidence, and there’s only one way he knows how to collect it. Subtly.

“Do you want to come back to Pomefiore with me then? I’m about to head down, and it’ll give you a chance to finally listen in,” Epel offers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.

You hum in thought, glancing over at your friends for their confirmation before nodding, “sure, I would love to.”

“Perfect, I’ll go grab my drink and we can go.”

Underneath the face mask, Epel is absolutely beaming in delight but he tries his best not to jump for joy right away. Instead, he counts to ten in his head to calm his nerves before he gets up from his seat, “oh— Ace and Jack, you guys can come too. Just don’t break anything this time.”

“Wh— it was totally Jack’s fault for scaring me!” Ace tries to defend himself but the shorter man is already out of earshot. He sighs, lips jutting out into a pout as he crosses his arms and slumps back down his seat.

“Your soulmate sucks, y/n,” Ace grumbles due to his hurt pride, the weight of his words not registering until he notices the way you stare at him with raised eyebrows.

“Who’s my soulmate?” you snort and lean forward to gently smack Ace’s hand. “Don’t joke around like that!”

“S—sorry,” Ace scratches the back of his head, the toothy smile he offers you filled with awkwardness.

Were you always this naive, or pretending to ignore the fact that he just slipped up?

His eyes shift up to look at something behind you and he breathes a sigh of relief before jumping out of his seat, “Epel! Great! Let’s get going before you’re late!”

“Uh— Okay, okay,” Epel holds his hands up in defeat as he allows Ace to usher him out of the tea shop.

You and Jack follow not too far behind, with you clinging onto your friend’s arm for warmth and protection against the chilly autumn breeze.

Thankfully — and surprisingly — the walk back to the Pomefiore dorm was only about one mile, tops. It was still a half an hour walk, but you can’t complain in the presence of good company. Plus, it probably would be a few days’ walk if you didn’t have a mirror to transport you to anywhere you want to go.

“Here we are,” Epel announces, his voice quieter and a softer tone than it had been at the tea shop. He stops walking right outside a door to a room marked with a medium-sized apple sign. “Please come in.”

Epel hurries to hold the door open for you, and you can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up your throat as you walk past him.

How adorable, you think to yourself.

You absolutely adored the way that he so enthusiastically talked about his radio show earlier, and you can see now that he truly treats this place like his second home.

True to its name, the interior of the room is decorated with shades of green and various apple drawings randomly placed on the wall. Just like an apple orchard.

The environment is bright and warm, and if Epel was a room this is what you imagine he would look like. Is that strange?

“Okay, follow me. You guys can sit right outside of the broadcasting booth, and we’ll be able to see each other,” Epel gestures for your trio to follow him deeper into the room.

His face mask is pulled down now, exposing the lower half of his face, and you can’t help but to steal glances at him every few seconds. You had the gut feeling that he would be attractive, but nothing could prepare you for how pretty the man truly was.

Lost in thought — well, more like Epel’s face — you don’t notice that your friends have stopped walking and you face plant directly into Jack’s shoulder, causing you to stumble back ungracefully.

“Are you okay?” he looks back in concern.

“Uh, yes,” you affirm, a hand rubbing at your sore forehead.

“Be careful,” Epel comments before reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. He gently pries it off your forehead and leans forward to study the blanket of red on your skin. “It doesn’t look bad, but if it still hurts and you want to ice it, please let me know.”

“Okay, t—thank you,” you whisper.

From the close proximity, you have the opportunity to see his features more clearly — from his piercing light blue orbs to his adorable plump cheeks down to his rosy lips.

You’re not sure why you couldn’t stop staring at him, or why the same warmth as before is spreading through your body again. But the feeling is very much welcomed.

Unbeknownst to you, Epel feels the same way.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pops the momentary bubble you were encased in, causing the two of you to take a step away from one-another.

“Epel. We need to go check the sounds now,” a very familiar man stands off to the side, his face seeming as if he’d showed up someplace he wasn’t supposed to.

“Thank you, Housewarden Vil. I’ll be right there.”

“Alright. And Jack. Ace. Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you all again,” Vil greets you all politely before he turns on his heels and hurries back inside what you presume is the broadcasting booth.

“Have a seat. You should be able to hear the broadcast through the speaker here,” Epel gestures towards a seemingly misplaced large speaker just outside of the broadcasting booth. When he turns back to you, he flashes a bright smile that has your heart suddenly skipping a beat. “I hope you’ll like it.”

With that, you both part ways. Epel walks to the broadcast booth while you walk over to where your friends have retreated minutes earlier.

“I feel strange,” you confess after situating yourself in a seat facing the glass door to the booth.

Jack and Ace exchange looks for what seems like the hundredth time that day before Jack says, “a good strange? Or did you already catch Epel’s cold?”

“I don’t know, but… I feel so warm and fuzzy. So I guess that’s good? I—” your sentence is cut off by a familiar voice in your head, and you let out a short sound of relief.

Your friends give you looks of confusion mixed with worry, mostly because your mood suddenly changed and they can’t tell if you’ve suddenly lost your mind. But you shake your head and whisper, “my soulmate is singing again!”

Jack eyes flicker briefly towards Epel, who seems to be speaking into a mic, before coming back to you, “what’s he singing?”

“Actually, it’s not a made-up song for chores this time,” you hum along to the lyrics in your head, your brain working to figure out what song is playing before it clicks. “Ah! It’s ‘Piece of My World’.”

Jack nods as he hops off his seat and makes his way to the speaker Epel pointed out earlier. His fingers fumble with the controls before you suddenly hear the same song blasting through them as the one in your head.

“How?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stare at the speaker. “That’s such a weird coincidence.”

Surely this was just a coincidence, right? But the more you listen, the farther away the voice in your head gets, the voice coming from the speaker replacing it instead.

The same voice that you’ve heard every day for as long as you can remember.

Your soulmate’s voice.

You stand up, hesitantly inching closer to the speaker, where Jack is giving you an apologetic look. How long had he known?

A million thoughts were running through your mind per second, faster than your heart is racing at the moment.

But when you’re a few feet away from the glass door, it suddenly makes sense to you. The way you felt so comfortable around him, how easily attracted you were to him, and why your friends had insisted you meet him all those times before.

Somehow they always knew, but now you know too.

Feeling eyes on him, Epel looks towards the door and makes eye contact with you. His mouth falls open to a small “o” when he sees the look of utter astonishment on your face.

Did you figure it out? Was he right?

Your lips moved, though he couldn’t hear what you were saying through the soundproof walls. That didn’t matter, however, because suddenly a voice greets his mind. One that he hasn’t heard sing to him when the sun is still up in years.

“You’re my soulmate.”

[sunshinereddie]

au where eddie is in college and he just started an internship at this big fancy law firm…. but he absolutely hates it because it is the worst EVER. he knew that interning wasn’t going to be anything glamorous, but the people there are so mean and they treat him like shit but eddie can’t even do anything about it because he needs a good reference from this internship to graduate, so he puts up with it.

the only solace he has is his lunch break. eddie could use the break room, but he had a feeling that that would only make his days even worse, so he spends his 45 minutes of free time in the coffee shop across the street from the office. it’s the only part of eddie’s day he looks forward to- leaving that stupid office, ordering a coffee that is definitely too expensive but that eddie feels he deserves, and sitting down by himself and getting some peace and quiet.

richie tozier takes up a job as a barista during college, and not too long after he starts working there, he starts to see the same guy some in every single day. this guy looks about the same age as richie (only 20), but he also somehow has the very aura of a 40 year old businessman going through a midlife crisis with the way he comes in, tiredly orders the same drink, plops down in the seat at the window, and stares miserably into his coffee.

one day, while eddie is sitting in the cafe and contemplating all of his life choices, the barista who is always working when eddie comes in, comes over to his table. eddie assumes it’s to clear the table or to tell him that he’s been sitting here for too long and needs to leave, but instead, the barista just places another cup down in front of eddie.

eddie stares at the drink, then to the barista. “i didn’t order this,” he says, confused, and the barista just smiles. “i know,” he replies. “but… it kind of looks like you need it. don’t worry, it’s on the house.”

eddie is so surprised he can barely get out a proper “thanks” before the barista is walking away, but his surprise turns into something else when he takes a sip of the drink and realizes that it’s his exact regular order…. and he realizes that the cute barista remembered his order.

from then on, richie and eddie interact a little more and more every day. sometimes eddie will hang around a little longer after ordering to chat with richie while richie makes his drink. if the cafe isn’t busy, sometimes richie will sneak away from the register and join eddie at his table. on certain days, richie’s shift ends just as eddie has to head back to work, and on those days richie will walk eddie over to the office, because “it’s on the way” (it’s not- richie lives in the opposite direction. but eddie doesn’t have to know that). it isn’t long at all before eddie starts the dread the end of his lunch break, not only because he has to go back to that stupid office, but also because he has to say goodbye to richie.

as eddie’s internship comes to an end, eddie also comes to the sudden realization that once he’s done with this office, he won’t have any reason to come into this part of town anymore…. and therefore won’t be able to see richie as often anymore. of course this breaks his heart a little bit, as he can’t deny it…. he’s definitely grown a little (well… maybe more than a little) crush on richie.

so, on the last day of his internship, he tells himself that he’s going to do it. he’s going to finally ask richie out. he practices what he’s going to say over and over again, he hyped himself up, his heart is racing as he walks into the coffee shop and sees richie……….

…….and then his plans all come to a halt when richie hands eddie his usual drink before he can even say anything, and eddie takes the cup, and sees that on the side, richie has already written a message for him.

will you go out with me?

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello, may I have a bg3 matchup please? I am a bisexual female, 29, brown curly hair that reaches my mid back, green eyes with blue around the pupil, and I’m 5’4”. I usually prefer men over women and not open to poly relationships.

I am definitely very outspoken and sassy. I will let my opinion be known, but I won’t step on anyone’s toes about it. I am passionate, chaotic, proud, yet protective, loyal, and humorous. I take a while to warm up to somebody, but when I do we are inseparable.

I love to kayak, hike, paint, swim, play board and video games with friends, and sleep. I am a competitive archer and a zookeeper. So I’m used to large animals and not as afraid of them as I should be.

A/N: Since you said you’re bi but have a preference for men over women, I picked the most compatible BG3 male companion for you! For you @yeetmetotahiti I’m thinking your best BG3 Matchup is Halsin! 

🐻 Halsin would be the perfect match for you! He is quite similar in that he is fiercely protective and loyal to the ones he loves (and to all of nature’s creations as well). He’d love that he has so many hobbies and interests in common with you. And he’s very glad you enjoy animals like he does. 

Halsin adores your curly hair! It’s so different from his. He genuinely enjoys learning about how to properly care for it so that he can spend the occasional special evening pampering you with a spa night. He also secretly loves the height difference between you two. One because it makes you the PERFECT height for forehead kisses, and because it excites him in shall we say… other ways ;). 

If being monogamous and loyal to solely each other is truly what you wish, Halsin will respect that. Before defeating the Absolute, he may have felt differently, but as he’s grown older, and come to enjoy his new position leading the many orphans and refugees in a new community in the freed Shadow Realms, he’s found loving one person, especially when that person is you, makes him feel more fulfilled than all his other relationships combined. 

He admires your very outspoken nature, as he is prone more to keeping quiet in an attempt to preserve the peace. He’s also grateful for how you can speak your mind without angering others. It’s a gift that not many possess. Halsin knows his negotiation skills aren’t the greatest. I mean, he went to negotiate with the goblins and see how far that got him? So it’s good that you’re there at his side to speak up for the both of you when need be. 

Halsin warms up to people fairly quickly, given his very soft and extroverted nature, but he understands most people move much slower than he does. He will give you all the time and space you need to grow comfortable with him in your relationship. He will not rush you or push any of your boundaries. 

Halsin is a fan of all things nature-related. So any activity like hiking, swimming, or kayaking is very much in his wheelhouse. He'll show you the best spots in Faerun to go to. And he especially enjoys exploring all the newly reclaimed parts of the former Shadow Realms with you. It overwhelms him with joy and gratitude, that he can do such a thing, and that you, of all people, are at his side for it. 

You being an archer and him being a druid make the two of you a very compatible pair. That and your work with animals as a zookeeper makes him feel all the more secure in trusting himself to wild shape around you. His go-to form is a giant bear after all and while that may send some people running, it doesn’t scare you. He feels safe to be himself and to let himself be vulnerable around you, which is not something he’s allowed himself to feel for a very long time. 

The two of you make a wonderful, supportive, and loving couple. It is clear to anyone who looks upon you, that you are very much in love with one another. Sure, some of the orphaned children may tease you, making kissy noises here and there when they catch either one of you staring at the other, but neither of you would have your lives any other way. 

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[exhaustedpirate]

love scare

the beginning of my silly tiktok prompt series starts with a tiktok by @itspierreboo and @nickychampa that I found silly and adorable which makes this fic just as silly so enjoy! it's a little canon-compliant one-shot that i place during the six weeks of peace, more specifically, like a day or so before 4B

rated G | 922 words also on ao3

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck, maybe she was just too damn hot under the covers. No matter the reason, Emma woke up early. Although, early was a bit of a misconception, since it was very clearly mid-morning and she could hear her parents puttering about in the kitchen and her baby brother was already fussing.

Who cares? Sunday was a day to sleep in and clearly, Killian took that seriously.

That was another reason she was so damn hot, there was a naked pirate with his head firmly burrowed on her neck and an arm wrapped around her. But really, she’d much rather burn than get out of this bed.

For a moment, she wondered if something was wrong, Killian was usually the first to wake up but it could have something to do with the vigorous work-out the night before - really, finding positions and places to fuck that delicacy of a man while sharing a house with her parents and a baby was a task of its own. But they figured it out, oh they figured it out. And last night? Last night she found out how much pain tolerance Killian actually has.

If she looks down, she’ll definitely see her bite mark on his shoulders. But right now, she’s more focused on the way the hair of his arms brushes her nipples with every breath or how his hand is holding her waist possessively. Well, who is she to complain? His back definitely has some new scars and not just from the night before.

In any case, she is not ready to watch him leave out the window or for him to put clothes on. She’s not ready to move even an inch and that’s not just because of how sore she feels. No, she’s more than content to wile away the day in bed with a pirate. 

In a dream world, she would and that should really scare her. Or it should scare her how much it actually doesn’t.

Emma closes her eyes, her hand finding his and relaxing. Five more minutes.

Not a minute later, she feels him stir but stays still, maybe he’ll do what he did last time she slept in and try to wake her with his head between her legs. Hmm, that was a great Sunday morning.

She feels Killian sigh in contentment, his hand clenching around hers and pulling her closer. She feels his eyes on her, on her lips, on her nose, on her cheeks, on her hair, at the same time, his legs hooks (ha!) around hers. 

“Good morning, my love.” His whisper is barely audible, the addition of the “my” causing her heart to stutter in her chest.

She knew how he felt about her, it was clear in his eyes, most predominantly, every morning they woke up in the same bed. If only she would let herself-

His lips found her jaw in a barely-there kiss, something she wouldn’t have felt if she wasn’t already awake and she wondered if he had done this before. Then his lips whispered over her cheek and her brow in the same way.

“I could spend centuries here with you,” He spoke in the same whisper close to her nose before he kissed its bridge and then the tip. 

Her heart was bound to explode if he carried on, so full of affection, care and, dare she say it? L- His lips found her chin and she couldn’t handle anymore. If she didn’t do anything, she was bound to confess it all to him and it was too soon, too early.

With his breath over her lips, she opened her eyes and let out a quiet ‘boo’, loud enough for him to hear but not too loud for her parents to hear from the floor below. 

However, her plan had a major flaw - she didn’t account for a startled pirate. For all that he was a ruthless pirate who likely slept with an eye open, he had probably gone soft sleeping with her because he let out a loud curse and fell from the other side of the bed. It was probably her fault for sleeping like a starfish and giving him very little room.

She probably didn’t help either by laughing out loud at his reaction, especially when he sat up on the floor to look at her with what could only be called a fond glare.

“Emma, are you alright?” Even David’s purposeful steps and panicked voice couldn’t quiet her laughter, only exacerbating it as Killian’s eyes widened and he froze in panic.

She really wished she could know what was going on in her father’s mind as he arrived at her room to find his daughter wrapped with a blanket on the bed and a pirate hiding his naked body behind the bed. She would probably see his brain short circuit.

“Charming, what happened?”

Her mother’s voice seemed to break David out of whatever shock he was in because his glare was deadly on Killian while Emma’s laughter dimmed to giggles. Really, who could blame her?

“I think we need an upgrade on our anti-pirate alarm system!”

“What are y- Oh!” 

And really, Emma shouldn’t be the target of her dad and her boyfriend’s glare when it was her mother who went into a fit of giggles. She hid her face in her hands and shook her head.

“I really need to get my own place.”

Especially if she was going to keep falling for sneaky pirates.

[tickles-in-ficland]

Destination: Laughter

Summary: Reader meets her favorite actor while traveling. He finds out something about her that peaks his interest.

Warnings: Literally one curse word. All fluff otherwise.

Word Count: 3,202

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader & Ler!Chris Evans, Lee!Reader

It was your first time going to Los Angeles. You were spending the summer with your aunt that lived out there. You were so excited because your aunt worked in production for different films and television shows. She was definitely the “cool aunt” in the family. You didn’t know what she was currently working on but it didn’t matter. You were just excited to spend the summer in a new city with your favorite aunt. 

While from a small town in Connecticut, you were flying out of Boston seeing as that was the only airport that had flights to California that week.

You hugged your mom tightly, a slight tear falling from your eyes. “I’m going to miss you mama.”

Your mother gave you a final squeeze and kissed your cheek. “I know baby. I’ll miss you too but you’re gonna have such a great summer with your aunt. I’m always only a phone call away okay? And if you’re really miserable, we’ll get you back home.”

You nodded with a small smile and gave your mom one last hug and kiss on the cheek before heading into the terminal. It was it’s usual busyness, travelers coming and going. People coming into town for business, others coming home to their families, and people excitedly ready for a vacation. Passing through security quicker than expected, you passed the time browsing the shops and getting something to eat while you waited to board. After what seemed like forever it was finally time. With an excited bounce in your step you grabbed your carry on, having already checked in your big bag and handed the airline employee your ticket. Stepping on to the plane and politely greeting the flight attendants you anxiously looked for your seat. You hated keeping people waiting while you awkwardly searched. Finally finding your seat you groaned when you realized it was a middle seat. The two seats on other side of you were open for the time being. Maybe you’d be lucky and have the row to yourself you hoped. Putting your airpods in and already being engrossed in your movie you didn’t hear or notice someone approaching your aisle. A light tap on your shoulder got your attention when you heard a gentleman speak.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I’m in the window seat.” said the deep voice.

You froze. You knew that voice. You knew that Boston accent. Your eyes flitted up to be greeted by the sheepish smile of no other than Chris Evans. Your breath caught in your throat. There was absolutely no way this was real. This had to be a dream.

Chris cleared his throat, snapping you out of your daze.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry.” you said standing up to allow him in.

Chris gave you a polite nod and smile. Once getting himself situated and sitting down you tried to take some deep breaths without him noticing. There was no way this was real. There was no way you were spending the next six hours on a flight next to Chris freaking Evans. You’d been a fan of him and Marvel for years. You didn’t want to appear like an overzealous fan so you stifled your excitement. No one else ended up sitting on the other side of you and you contemplated moving to the aisle seat to give the A lister space. You wanted to speak to him but didn’t know what to say or disturb him. He wasn’t working, he was by himself. He gets bombarded by fans all the time, he probably just wants peace and quiet.

Shortly after take off the two of you sat in silence as you each watched something on your phones. You turned your phone slightly hoping he wouldn’t catch on that you were watching one of his movies.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder and turned to glance at Chris. His piercing blue eyes staring back at you while a soft smile tugged at his lips. “I’m sorry I haven’t been very chatty. I’m usually a social seat mate. I love talking to people but you seemed pretty engrossed in what you were doing so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

You gave a tiny smile in return, trying to slow your heart rate. “N-No it’s okay. You’re not bohothering me.” you said as a nervous giggle escaped your lips. You hoped he hadn’t noticed. He did.

“You know…” he said turning to face you slightly. “Normally when I meet fans they’re a lot more vocal around me.” he said in a teasing tone.

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “I-I’m not quite sure what you mean.” you said attempting to pretend you had no idea who he was. You weren’t doing a very good job.

Chris chuckled. “So that’s not Age of Ultron you’re watching?” He asked his eyes twinkling as he tapped your phone in his direction.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you covered your face in embarrassment. There was no use pretending at this point. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you. You deserve peace and quiet on a flight not fans gushing over you.”

“Well that’s very thoughtful of you. I appreciate the gesture but I really don’t mind talking. Before you noticed me standing next to you, I saw what you were watching and I could tell by your reaction you recognized me.” he said with a smirk.

You groaned and covered your face again. Chris chucked and pulled your arms down so your face as visible. “And when you didn’t immediately talk my ear off or demanded a photo and respected my space, I was pleasantly surprised.”

A smiled tugged at your lips as you held out your hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Chris took his big hand in yours giving it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Chris.”

This time a full laugh bubbled from your chest. “Yeah. I know. I am a big fan. You’re very talented.”

It was Chris’ turn to blush. “Well that’s very kind of you to say. Thank you.”

“I’ll let you back to what you were doing. But if you get bored on this long flight, I’m a great listener.” you said with a casual shrug.

“Good to know.” Chris said with a wink.

An hour passed by and the two of you sat in silence, each engrossed in your own activities. Occasionally glancing at one another and a friendly smile before putting attention back to your separate forms of entertainment.

You gently tapped Chris’ arm to get his attention. Taking his airpod out of his ear and looking in your direction you looked down, embarrassed to ask. “I-I’m sorry. I was wondering if we could take a photo together. I didn’t want to bother you but wanted to ask before we land and it’s hectic getting off the plane. I’m sorry I’ll leave you alone.” you said turning back to your phone before Chris’ warm hand touched yours.

“Hey it’s okay! I really don’t mind. Here give me your phone.” he said holding his hand out. Handing your phone to the super star he turned it on selfie mode. Unexpectedly he reached around to put his arm around your back to pull you in for the photo. His fingers accidentally digging in to the spot by your ribs, causing you to squeak in surprise.

“Oh I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked genuinely concerned.

You shook your head frantically, embarrassed at the fact that Chris Evans had accidentally tickled you.

“No no. Just surprised me.” you said trying to play it off.

Chris raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Placing his hand back on the spot for the photo he felt your breath hitch in your throat and smiled to himself. After taking some smiley selfies and a some goofy faces he handed you back your phone.

“Thank you Mr. Evans.” you said placing your phone back on the tray table.

“Please. Call me Chris.” he insisted.

“Thank you Mr. Ev-Chris.” you fumbled but gave him a smile.

“So what are you traveling to LA for?” he asked causally as he placed his airpods back in the case.

You were amazed that a huge celebrity like him was even the slightest bit interested in your life. But you obliged his question and told him your summer plans with your aunt. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing about what you wanted to do while in LA. He gave some suggestions about fun non touristy things to do and even wrote down some places he thought you should check out. You in turn asked him what he’d been doing in Boston and he shared he was visiting his family before filming his next movie which would take a couple months and he wanted to see his family before then.

“Well that sounds like a great visit. I’m excited to spend time with my aunt but I miss my mom already.”

Earning a sympathetic smile from Chris he nodded. “I understand. I miss my family a lot when I’m off shooting. It’ll get easier.”

You nodded in agreement and reached over to grab your charger from your bag only to have it slip out of your hands and fall to the floor.

“Shit.” you grumbled unbuckling your seatbelt to search for it.

“Need help?” Chris asked.

You shook your head. “No no. I got it.” You said straining your arm down to reach the cord but ended up knocking it further away.

Growling in frustration you started to stand up when Chris put his hand out. “I got it. I feel it at my feet hold on.” He said as he unbuckled his own seat to maneuver his way to grab it. Unknowingly using your leg to brace himself as he stood back up, he gave it a squeeze as he pushed himself back up into his seat.

A high pitched squeal escaped your lips as you covered your mouth. Chris’ lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “What was that? Are you okay?” he asked.

You gave him a smile, hoping he wouldn’t acknowledge the noise that came out of your mouth. “Totally fine. Totally.” you said shifting in your seat.

“Are you sure? You seem really jumpy all of a sudden.” he said handing you your charging cord before folding his arms and leaning against the window with a sly smirk.

“Nope. Totally fine. Just didn’t expect you to use my leg as leverage.”

Chris searched your face for a second before a deep chuckled rumbled through his chest. “Ah I see. You’re ticklish.”

You choked on your drink as you took a sip and looked over to a smiling Chris. He was throughly enjoying watching your squirm. He had just met you but he was genuinely enjoying your company.

“Am not.” you said firmly crossing your arms.

“Ah okay. So I didn’t accidentally tickle you when we took the photo? Or just now when I grabbed your knee?”

“Nope.” you said emphasizing the P.

Chris nodded. “Gotcha. So if I did this.” he said this time giving your knee a firm squeeze. “Doesn’t tickle?”

You barked out a laugh and held up your hands in defense. “Ohokay! Mahaybe a little bit. But I usually don’t expect my seat mate to tickle me on a flight. We just met!” Truthfully you didn’t mind being tickled but you certainly weren’t going to disclose that. Especially not to Chris Evans.

Chris laughed. “True. But we’ve been talking for several hours now. I like to think us friends. I’ve enjoyed your company.”

You blushed as your eyes glanced up to his. “Likewise. I didn’t expect my favorite actor to be so genuine. It’s…. refreshing.”

“Well Im glad to be so. I guess I am pretty awesome.” he said with a wink.

With a teasing smirk, knowing you were now egging him on, you rolled your eyes. “Spoke too soon. Ugh. Actors are such divas.”

Chris’ eyes widened at your cheeky comment. “Hey!” he said with a slight pout. “That’s not very nice.”

“I’m sorry you’re right. Actors aren’t divas. Just the Marvel ones.” you said with a teasing tone in your voice.

“Okay that’s it.” Chris said dropping his phone on the tray table before digging his fingers into your side, giggles pouring from your lips as you squirmed away from his fingers with nowhere to go.

“Ch-Chrhihis!” you hissed slapping at his hands.

“What?” he asked innocently but mischief danced in his eyes. “Oh!” he said as his fingers danced up and down your side as you turned your body trying, but not really trying to get away. “Does that tickle?” he smirked.

“YEHES!” you said your laughter increasing as his one hand rapidly squeezed your knee and the other scribbled into your side. “Ihit tihihihickles!” you squealed trying to cover your mouth to muffle your laughter so you didn’t disturb the other passengers. After another minute he let up, allowing you to sit up and collect yourself. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You had been tickled by Chris Evans. On an airplane of all places.

“Thahat wahas mehehean!” you said running your hands through your hair trying to catch your breath from the sudden tickle attack.

Chris smiled bashfully and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. But it was adorable.” he said giving you a friendly nudge.

Your cheeks turned pink as the heat rose in your cheeks. “Not adorable.” you said shaking your head.

Chris grinned before giving you a few final pokes, earning a few quiet giggles from you. “Yes. You. Are.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him before returning to your movie. The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, occasionally asking a question or two before going back to what you were doing.

Around 30 minutes or so before landing, you felt your eyes getting heavy. Resting your head back on the seat you shut your eyes and dozed off. Unknowingly your head began to slip and gently landed on Chris’ shoulder. Surprised by the sudden weight on him, he turned to see you asleep on him, your chest slowly falling and rising as you slept, your mouth open slightly and your eyelashes fluttering every few minutes. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You really were adorable. He looked down at you with a smile, not wanting to disturb your peace. He looked at you again, trying to guess how old you were. You were definitely an adult but you were so petite you could easily pass for a teenager. He’d only known you for a few hours but it was very rare to find people, women especially who didn’t fawn over his every move. He appreciated how you treated him like a normal person but still shared that you were a fan of what he did. He went back to reading his book while you snoozed.

As the pilot came over the speaker to announce that the plane would be landing shortly your eyes fluttered open. Realizing the position you were in you immediately jolted up.

“I’m so sorry! I did not mean to fall asleep on you. You should’ve woken me. I’m really sorry.”

Chris shook his head. “Y/N It’s okay, really. I didn’t mind. You looked peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.”

You searched his face, your mind convincing you he was just being polite. “Are you sure? I feel bad.”

Closing his book he turned towards you with a smile. Giving you a quick poke causing you to squeak and jump back he insisted it was okay.

“Alright, if you say so mr. movie star.” you said with a playful shove.

Chris began to dig through his bag as he searched for a pen and paper. “Here.” he said handing you the paper and pen. “Write down your info. I’ll send it to my assistant and she’ll give you a call so you can come see the set. Get the full “Hollywood” experience. Bring your aunt too. “

You looked at him stunned. “Oh Chris I can’t ask you to do that. You’re probably so busy, we would just be in the way.” you said attempting to hand back the paper and pen only to have it pushed back to you.

“I insist.” he said gesturing for you to write down your info.

Reluctantly doing so, you handed him back the paper and pen which he stowed back in his bag. “I’ll send this to her and she’ll reach out to you soon.”

You simply gave him a smile as the plane made its landing and approached the gate. The two of you made small talk for a few minutes before exiting the plane.

“Well Y/N this is where we part. It was wonderful meeting you. Thank you for your company on what would’ve been a boring flight.”

He opened up his arms for a hug which you happily obliged. He wrapped his arms around you and giving you a gentle squeeze before giving you a quick poke to the side making you jump back with a ticklish grin on your face.

“HE-HEY!” you chastised playfully.

Chris laughed. “Sorry. Had to. I’ll see you soon new friend. Enjoy LA!” he said with a wave before turning on his heel to head to the car that was most likely waiting for him.

Trying to navigate LAX was a lot harder than it seemed. Eventually while on the phone with your aunt you found her waiting for you by the baggage claim. Running into her arms you held her tightly. You really had missed her since she moved to further her career.

“Hey kiddo!” she said giving you a tight squeeze.

You laughed pulling away from her. “Auntie! I’m not a kid anymore. Well not legally anyway.” you said with a smile.

Your aunt smiled as she brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You’ll always be a kid to me Y/N. Even if you are all grown up.” she said giving you a chaste kiss on the head. “How was your flight?” she asked as you made your way out of the airport.

“It was good. You’ll never believe who I met.” you said as you picked your bag back up, throwing it over your shoulder. You told your aunt the tale of sitting next to your favorite actor and showed her the pictures you took. You left out the part of him tickling you. She wouldn’t believe it anyway. She might think it was weird. Or weird that you enjoyed it.

“You ready for the best summer ever?” she asked linking your arm with hers.

Your mind wandered to Chris. You convinced yourself he was just being nice since you were a fan, but he wasn’t actually going to invite you to come visit him on the set of the movie he was working on. Even so, you glanced down at your phone at the selfie you had taken and then back up at your aunt.

“Born ready.”

If you only knew.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Any long term reader of mine knows how dear to my heart the polyship of Hakkai/Reader/Gojyo is. Like, I am so incredibly in love with that polyship; it’s one of my self-ships…I just love the dynamics there! So, used the same prompt again and hope the Saiyuki fans enjoy the headcanons!

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa?

This is Gojyo. It’s usually when he’s drunk though, so he kind of has an excuse. Or at least, that’s what he’ll say!

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them?

I feel like, though not a desk, Hakkai would have done this at least once on a scrap piece of paper. He rips it after he’s finished using it and it never gets shown to anyone because Hakkai likes to be a little secretive of just how much you and Gojyo do mean to him.

Who starts the tickle fights?

Out of the two of them, Gojyo would be the more ecstatic to find out that you are ticklish if you are. He really, really delights in pinning you down and being goofy, tickling you and having you smile and laugh and beg him to stop. He won’t stop until you’re squirming under him and breathless from laughter though…and let’s be honest, with all the squirming you did, he only stopped so that he could lead the affection in a much naughtier direction.

Who starts the pillow fights?

Gojyo starts them…Hakkai finishes them. I really don’t feel much more needs to be said there.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

It could be you, or it could be Gojyo. Hakkai likes to get to bed earlier, whenever possible, while Gojyo likes to go out at night to the bar or stay up late. He likes when you stay up late with him but he understands when you need to turn in early too, and coming to bed and seeing your peaceful face is a nice sight to behold…his second favourite of your facial expressions, to be honest.

Who mistakes salt for sugar?

It’s you or nobody. Gojyo doesn’t eat a lot of sugar and Hakkai cooks enough to know where each is kept, and to keep them quite a ways apart.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m. in the morning?

Gojyo is actually really good about stopping it just at the last couple seconds so that it doesn’t beep, actually…however, he never thinks to clear the time off the microwave, so that’s another issue in and of itself.

Who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines?

Some of Gojyo’s dialogue with women, just canonically, shows that he definitely does this every now and again. They just always come across as endearing or charming though, no matter how corny or trashy romance book dialogue-esque they would seem coming from anyone else.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order?

Hakkai is the more organized out of all of you. He likes to have everything in its place and pretty solid systems for organization and alphabetical is the most common one to use. Not only is the bookshelf probably in alphabetical order thanks to him, but the spice rack and medicine cabinet is as well.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

You and Gojyo always have a playful fight over who gets to lick the spoon…which almost always ends in him saying you can have it, you starting to lick the spoon, and him surprising you every damn time by licking the other side and then turning it into a steamy kiss, after which he always mentions that you taste particularly delicious.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion?

I feel like little romantic gestures like this are very much Hakkai’s style. In all of his memories with Kanan, it’s not the big events or sweeping grand gestures that he remembers vividly, but all the little quiet moments and all the small day to day things that instantly pop into his head. It’s also why he likes making you tea or coffee and remembers how you like your eggs cooked.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen?

While he loves you, Gojyo might just be childish to write ‘property of Gojyo’ on you for shits and giggles if you let him near you with a pen. Hakkai would remind both of you that drawing on yourself is a bad habit and very childish and you probably shouldn’t be doing that. So, you’d most likely be the one doing this.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation?

I feel that Hakkai isn’t really into materialistic gifts or things heavily and souvenirs aren’t a huge thing to him. Magnets hold no appeal to Gojyo but if he can, he likes to decorate with souvenir shot-glasses from places you travel to or might buy you a piece of cheap jewelry unique to a certain area you guys travel to or through.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines?

Okay, but nobody, and I mean NOBODY, will ever convince me that Gojyo would not be all over those quizzes in Cosmopolitan…or that he wouldn’t read a lot of the articles in the magazine either.