#no problem hahaha it's alright!!!!

[militaryapple]

lock in with me rq,,, desperate whiny caleb that promised “its just the tip” and “it doesn’t really count” bc its for practice bc ur a virgin in college and he’s obviously not!! (hes fucking lying) and as soon as he feels ur tight wet cunt he cant help but want more….hes like a dog…he gets so whiny and needy and so fucking desperate its so pathetic…good god im gonna lose it

JUST THE TIP!

synopsis. you tell caleb that you're a virgin, and he proposes he help you with the little problem

cw. fem!reader, switch caleb, fingering, p in v (stay protected girliepops), praise, usage of "puppy" and "doll, breeding, very needy and desperate caleb as ordered! hes so worthless i need him :(

add ons. i rlly ike sub caleb rn if anyones noticed HAHAHA here you go sweetie!

wc. 1.8k so short ik sorry :,(

how did you even lose your virginity to caleb?

it was earlier. you and caleb were in your dorm, like usual. caleb had put on some shitty romance movie he was interested in, his laughs following the queued ones whenever they go off — while you were busy scrolling on your phone. looking at people and their love life’s, only making you sigh.

thats when you realized, you’ve never fucked anyone before. oh how embarrassing that was to just realize it, you weren’t that extroverted in high school so obviously you didn’t mess around.. but college? your third year? now how embarrassing was that? you slumped over putting your phone down and laying your face in your pillow.

caleb looked over at your movements, pausing his movie and tugging on your shoulder to get you to flip back over. “someone’s not in a good mood if she’s feelin’ like suffocating herself in her dorm.” he teased. you could only kick your feet up in response and let out a groan. “caleb.. not the time for jokes.” you whined out before letting out another groan.

caleb nodded and shuffled, laying on his side to look at you better. “alright, what’s up pip-squeak?” he asked softly, his hands making their way to your head as he stroked it occasionally playing with your hair. you placed your hands to your face in embarrassment before muttering out. “it’s, silly.” you said, your voice lowering.

“silly?” caleb perked, his hands pushing yours off your face. “come on, tell me what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and then turned to your side, facing him and playing with the cover underneath you, avoiding his eyes. “i um.. caleb i’m a virgin — in college, i dunno i just.. it’s embarrassing i’ve never even..” your voice trailed off as you dipped your head.

caleb laughed, and you perked up. instinctively putting your hand out to smack him a couple of times on his shoulder. “shut up! it’s not fucking funny! this is serious!” you squealed throwing punching as he tried to catch his breath, he used his evol to push your hands away as he settled back into his original position, looking at you.

“that’s funny, haha. if you’re so worried about it, how about i help you out? i’m also a virgin, and since we know each other it shouldn’t be awkward — we aren’t even going to do the serious stuff, alright?” he hummed, moving towards you as his handles trickled up to your sides.

so when you agreed, caleb got up and brought you closer to him, humming as he sat you in between his legs, spreading yours and planting kisses on your neck. you squirmed while he used his evol to hold you down in place. “uh-uh, this is important pip-squeak.” he said in-between kisses, his hand massaging your thighs while his thumb made occasional grazes against your panties, pressing down on your nub.

you shuddered in response, letting out sweet little moans for him, caleb looked over at you, already twitching. his other hand making its way up your shirt, flicking and pulling on your sensitive nipples. “caleb — oh, this feels, so weird,” you whined out, your hands grabbing on his legs while he toyed with your body as he pleased.

his hands in-between your thighs finally ceased movement, now moving towards your panties. two fingers pressing against your cunt, then rubbing circles around your nub, only making you twitch in response. “caleb!” you squeaked. “i know baby, this is how it feels, you want to experience it yeah? let me show you how good i can make you feel for your first time.” he coo’d.

fuck was he hard, his tip twitched at the sounds of your gasps, your little pants and the occasional “caleb”s that escaped your lips. your panties we’re soaked, and he took that as a sign of you being ready. “shh, juuust gotta stretch you out.” he leaned down, placing another kiss on your neck as you sobbed. his fingers reaching for your waistband, tugging on it before slipping his hands between your panties.

you shivered underneath him, his cold hands brushing past your slick, making their way to your sensitive nub, rubbing his thumb against it; then pinching it softly. “oh, oh please caleb i — that feels good,” your eyes swelled and caleb hummed. “is it too much for you? you want me to stop baby?” he whispered, you instinctively shook your head, grabbing on to his arm to keep him there.

his fingers move down, sliding a digit inside your sobbing cunt. you moaned at the feeling, his finger knuckles deep into you. then another one — making you twitch and buck forward. his other arm pulling you back and keeping you still. “i know baby, i know” he coo’d. his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slow pace, slowly speeding up as your legs shook from the stimulation.

“they say,” caleb huffs out, his arm now loosening its grip on your, his free hand sliding down back to your swollen tits. “that if a guy rubs at a sliiight angle,” his fingers now rubbing against an area, a one which you didn’t even know of, but that made you feel so fucking good. your moan, shuddering beneath him. “he can find his ladies sweet spot.” he pulled out his fingers, then thrusted them right back inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “guess i found it.” he hummed.

he finger-fucked you. his hands making you feel like you were seeing stars while his other groped and touched your sensitive tits. how he praised you on how good you were taking his fingers, “wow baby,” he smiled “you sure you’re a virgin?” he teased, making you babble in response.

“i’m gonna, gonna come out — caleb caleb please help me i need — fuckfuck,” you whined, this was better than when you touched yourself. not fully being able to finish; to reach a destination of relief. yet here caleb was, doing it for you. “you ‘gonna cum? come on, all over my fingers baby.” he kissed your cheek, his fingers abusing your poor little cunt in so many ways.

you grinded against his fingers, your walls clenching against him as he pumped in and out of you. your hips spasmed, and you cried out, holding on to him. “there ‘ya go. that’s my girl, look at you. so pretty, you ready for the next part?” you didn’t even register what he was saying until you heard the shuffling of his pants being pulled down after he had gotten up.

he got on the bed, now holding your legs over his shoulders while they instinctively held on. “you sounded so good, just the tip okay baby?” he coo’d. your whines turning into moans while his cock slid against your folds, he moaned now holding on to your hips as he thrusted against your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet for me ‘doll.” his breath shook as he muttered out.

after he coated his pretty cock, he aligned himself up right with your already swollen cunt. he slid in, but not all the way, feeling how you clamped onto him; fuck he needed to restrain himself. “it doesn’t count baby, you’re still a virgin okay? ‘m not gonna take it, that’d be selfish of me yeah?” he groans, his hips slightly moving in and out of you trying not to dig his cock balls deep into you.

oh but how you moved your hands to his, how you intertwined your fingers and moaned his name. how everytime he pushed in just enough, you were practically sucking him in. he couldn’t take it. so what if he was just being selfish? you weren’t going to see any other guy anyways. caleb was all you needed.

“m sorry baby i can’t help it, oh fuck, you just feel—” his hips slammed into you, the sudden fullness making you groan. tears forming in your eyes as you call out for him. “so good,” his hips rutting against you. you felt amazing, the way you clamped down onto his cock, how when he pulls out you beg for him to fill you up. “you feel good, so fucking good i don’t know why i haven’t — done this with you before.” he panted out.

“you’re making me feel so good baby,” you moaned out, “so good for me.” caleb didn’t how, but it was like a switch flipped inside his head. his groans becoming whines and sobs. his hips frantically pressing against you to get any sort of sensation. “i’m your good boy, please, tell me i’m your boy.” he sobbed out, he leaned down placing kisses around you, lifting your shirt up and off your sweaty body.

his lips placed gentle kisses on you, just for them to turn into marks and bruises. he picked you up, pushing you against your wall, thrusting into you. “that’s it, sweet boy. you like making me feel good? yeah?” you don’t know where this was coming from, it’s just came it so naturally for you. maybe it was the desperation on his face, the way he grinded against you to get everything inside. how he nodded his head pussydrunk off you.

“yeah, yeah you’re so pretty, ‘all i think about. i can’t cum without thinking about you, i can’t — ‘wanna make you feel good.” he whined out, flipping you around so your back touched his chest. his cock stuffing into you while one of his hands moved down to rub your clit.

“i need more, i need you, i need to cum; can i cum baby? please let me? let your nasty dog make you feel good,” he buried his face in your neck, biting your shoulder and licking it. you nodded in approval with a small “mhm, good puppy.”

caleb rutted against you with everything, you shivered, twitching as you started to sob. you were close. he brought you both back to the bed, pushing your face down in the mattress before slamming into your ass. his shirt lifted to his mouth, biting down on it while he hit all your good spots.

“cumming — cumming, fuck ‘m gonna give us a litter of pups, yeah? not gonna need anyone else after this, just me, you and our, ohh, sweet little babies,” you couldn’t say anything, your head turned as your eyes rolled back, his seed spilling inside and out of you. caleb gave you a last couple of thrusts before moving away and lying down next to you, pulling you into his arms before placing kisses over you. “so pretty baby, really.” he said softly. “you were so good, i’m happy to be your first.” he hummed.

good thing you were on the pill. you nuzzled up against him, yawning. “mhm, can we take a nap now caleb,” you said weakly making caleb chuckle and pull a cover over you both. “alright then,”

wait. how did caleb know to do all those things to you? that little !! —

[jadeddangel]

Hello! How about arcane charaters reaction to the reader wearing a pretty dress/outfit?

Please and Thank you

Arcane reacting to the reader in a pretty outfit

Jinx:

Whistles, like straight up

She'll stop whatever she's doing to give you all of her attention and I mean all of it

It's funny that you think that your walking away walking

If your a girl or a trans fem? She's got a strap in her workbench drawer ready for the occasion

You wanna top her? She's alright with that go straight ahead

Your male or trans masc? She will ride you until your shaking or give you head whatever you want

Your either passing out or crawling out of her workshop

"Oh! Hi bab- *whistles* well damn your a pretty thing!" Jinx giggled out excitedly,"cmere cmere! I wanna love on you!" Jinx insisted

"Ok ok ok what's up?" You said walking closer.

And then Jinx pulled you closer, whispering in your ear while letting out little laughs "yknow~ you look so pretty, but what if we just take it off?"

Your neck will be marked and hell she might even get you a collar with her name on it, just for a good precaution yknow?

Vi:

You're now not allowed to go anywhere without her

Your gonna go shopping and it's topside? She's got a hoodie on

You have to go to work? She's staying right where she can see you

Your working for silco? She knows how to follow and be undetected

She marks you, not even in a sexual way, she's just possessive

It's either your getting marked and she's going with you

Or your staying home and changing

"Little mouse? Oh, oh my..where do you think you're going?" Vi asked, leaning her side against the doorway

"Huh? Oh, I was gonna go shopping up topside and wanted to look nice. Why? Do I not look good?" You asked paranoid

"No, you just look a little too good, little mouse." Vi moved closer

Yea, on the other hand, if she decides you look too good, she'll just take it off herself

Silco:

He doesn't care

Like genuinely

He always has someone watching over you to make sure your safe

You insist you can take care of yourself? He'll agree with you(and send sevika after you)

He's borderline asexual and doesn't particularly feel the need to make sure your marked by him or anything

He knows he's feared in the underground, so there's nothing to worry about

You knocked on silco's door carefully hearing a muffled "come in" from behind it

Silco took a moment to glance up from his papers when he heard you walk through the door. "Ah good morning, my dear. I hope you slept well," silco said, setting his pen down

You nodded "yea I was gonna go out, so I was just letting you know "

Silco nodded. "ok dear, have a good time." Silco waited five minutes after you left to call sevika into his office. "Follow them," he ordered sevika

And this is the routine every time

Ekko:

You think your leaving your shared room like that? Hahaha no.

He will lock you in your bedroom till you change or will change you himself

After the day is done he'll insist you put it back on so he can admire you properly

Intimate moments were rather rare due to him running the firelights

So he definitely took advange of this

Those clothes aren't lasting through the night and neither is the grease paint on his face

"Morning firefl- no. Get back in that room now. " Ekko cut himself off, setting his coffee cup down on the counter and pushing you into the room gently

"Ekko nooo! Cmon, I look adorable!" You insisted

"Yea I know and I don't wanna have to deal with certain problems of my own and keep people from looking at you in the way only I'm allowed to, so change" Ekko finished before locking you in the bedroom and standing there until you were done

He loves you so much if you can't tell

[rotapathetic]

✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * reader beating TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE in mario kart : .

❝clip that❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

“alright, she’s in the other room, so we’re going to get started in a second. is your mic working?” rafe told the viewers, then asked you.

there was a moment of pause before your voice sounded, “i think so? you can hear me, right?” it was your first time using equipment like this and rafe helped just a second ago but you think you pressed something on accident.

user: no user: yeah!! we can user: give her a second guys she’s new to this user: my bet’s on her winning

“yeah, you’re good. now, just saying. . you know i really like you, but i don’t lose in kart.” rafe said, adjusting his headset, leaning back in the chair.

“yeah, alright. i’ve only played a few times so if i’m not great, don’t say anything.” you watched as rafe picked the map and speed.

user: you just drive car user: just joined can i get a recap

“uh, just got the new switch so we’re playing mario kart. my girl is in the other room but you can hear her mic. we didn’t start yet, though. alright, pick your character.”

you went for toad, the cute little guy, then randomly picked a kart and parasail. it didn’t matter to you the abilities, you just liked how they looked.

rafe picked baby mario then took a second to choose his kart.

user: why is he reading user: alright wrap it up user: wait is she here?

rafe finally picked his kart, responding to chat. “yeah she is, do you want to say hi, baby?”

“hi,” you said through your mic. rafe chuckled. “yeah, there’s your hi. okay, i’m starting it.”

the races went by, rafe more stunned by each round as you continued climbing up the score board. when the last race finished with you in first, you were shocked to silence at your own skills. rafe was silent, staring at his screen, hand poised over his mouth.

user: clip that user: thought you don’t lose 🙏 user: that’s so funny user: by your own girlfriend is crazy work

“i got inked that last round. .” rafe tried to defend himself.

user: just stop bro

“wait, i feel bad,” you giggled out. “do you want to go again?”

rafe shook his head, exiting to the menu screen. “nah, ’m proud of you. that was a good game. fun.”

“what is your chat saying? i hope they’re being encouraging.”

user: hahaha L user donated $5: here you go buddy feel better user: i can’t wait to watch this again in your vod user: and she doesn’t even have much experience

“m hm, yep. i mean, we can go again. not for like redemption, but just to play again.” rafe responded to your previous question. you nodded off camera, “yeah, let’s go again. winning feels good, i’ve never won before.”

user: buddy this hurts to watch user: that’s a devious line

“i have no problem muting chat,” rafe muttered, starting up another round.

user: oh so we get punished because you lost

[saerotonins]

biggest scandals they have faced

ft. actor!nanami kento, fushiguro toji x wife!reader (separated) 

content warnings: fluff, light angst, jjk actor au, celebrity issues, cheating allegations, divorce allegations, none of them are true, misogyny, mentions of infertility, just cruel stuff based on the issues i see online, slightly suggestive (making out), toji and wife call each other "ma" and "pa", mentions/hinting of sex, internet trolls, horrible people online, pls don't read if these issues are triggering to you, shitty article names lol

wc: 2052

note: this got too long, will do other parts for the other actors instead <33 happy holidays, everyone!

NANAMI KENTO:

Jujutsu Kaisen Star Nanami Kento Facing Trouble in Paradise: Leads to Divorce

to say he was irritated when he saw the headlines from the tabloids was an understatement, he is beyond livid. but the comments just made everything worse.

user_1: wow aren't they married for years already? maybe his wife can't conceive any babies? LOL

user_2: must be, or maybe nanami's just realized his wife is just using him for his actor money 

user_3: the wife doesn't know to make a sandwich i fear 

user_4: maybe he got tired of his wife's ugly face, no wonder he hides it from the internet hahaha

kento doesn't give a fuck if people were dragging his name left and right but god forbid it involves you, his loving wife who has been nothing but utterly supportive of his career. for someone who stuck by his side for years, it angers him that people immediately assume that you were the problem. he knows the news isn't true, he literally just cuddled with you last night, so to say that you were getting a divorce almost makes him laugh if it weren't how stupid this situation is. 

when his manager informed him about the situation, he immediately cancelled every schedule that he has for today, he will call the lawyers to settle this later but for now, his main focus is you. 

you are someone who is used to the privacy of your own space which is why you opted to keep your face off his socials and remain anonymous to the eyes of his fans. kento hates it that your peace is getting disturbed due to his stardom, so he is willing to drop everything just to go home to you and comfort you. no one knows who you really are but the way it made people talk like they do, makes him angry. no way his wife is going to be disrespected like this.

the moment kento opens the door the your shared home, he's panting, sweat evident in his forehead and worry present in his eyes as he looks at you across the living room, sitting on the couch with your phone in your hands. 

"shit," he thought, he knows you already saw the news, and worse the comments. he can tell just by your body language. your eyes sunken in sadness and your lips form a frown. he doesn't see it but he knows your heart is breaking too.

"honey," kento breathes out as he walks towards you. he knows you heard him, but you stay in your position, disbelief flooding your senses. suddenly, you came back to reality when you feel kento's warm embrace, his large and quick hands getting rid of your phone before placing it on your head and immediately feeling his chest against your head.

his breathing his ragged, unstable deep breaths as he tells you, "it's gonna be okay," and a thousand apologies to go with it. you nod instead, finding yourself difficult to talk. you opt to rub onto his arm, a silent reply to his comforting and kento seems to understand your gesture. he then kisses the crown of your head as he pulls you tighter in his embrace.

"am i holding you back, kento?" you asked, your voice quite muffled as you speak through his button down blouse.

"oh god, darling you will never hold me back, if anything, you keep me moving. don't listen to them, alright? i'm happy and contented to where we are right now, don't worry about it." he lets go of the embrace and cups your face with both of his hands. he looks at you with loving eyes as he brushes your lower lip with his thumb. you close your eyes as he leaned closer, then you finally felt his lips against yours. he gives a peck, another, and then a third one before he crashes his lips onto you for the last time as he takes his time to explore your mouth.

kento knows a lot of ways to apologize, and this is one of them. he is gentle, but his love is loud as he allows his tongue clash against yours, the wet squelch filling up the room as he allows himself to be drunk with your lips.

when kento lets go, his breathing is heavy but satisfied. "i'll take care of everything from then on, okay?" he says as he caresses your face and a smile creeps to his face when you lean towards his touch with a nod. "will you be releasing a statement?" you ask.

"yeah, i'll contact our lawyer about it and then we'll see what we can do." his answer earned a curt nod from you. kento noticed pursed your lips, obviously thinking about something.

"are you still bothered by the comments?"

"no, i mean, i'm a bit upset about how people were talking about me online but i'm just curious as to where all this came from." 

"hmm, yeah, we'll take care of that too, for now, just rest your pretty mind and always remember that i will never leave you. that okay?" his gentle voice makes your heart feel full, and that's you know that your husband will always be at your beck and call. "yeah." you answered as you give his lips a quick peck, "i love you," you added.

"i love you too."

not a even a day later, the JJK LABEL had released a statement and an article regarding the fake news that had surfaced.

Nanami Kento Slams Fake Divorce Article: "Don't project your problems in your love life through me and my wife."

"the article itself and the comments are horrible and people are stupid enough to believe something that came from a tabloid known to release fake news. maybe this just tells about how gullible and stupid people are for believing groundless rumors and not my relationship." the artist stated.

"to everyone involved in the release of this article, we will see you on court and i hope you have any evidence about your claim. to the people who threw disgusting comments about my wife, please worry how alone you are instead of snooping around our relationship." he adds.

that day, kento's fanbase rejoice as the tabloids finally got their karma when it was reported that their company was finally shut down.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

it was a normal day in the fushiguro household until megumi bursts in through the door with a loud and resounding—

"dad, what the fuck?" 

"megumi, language, please!" you warned him.

your word goes through megumi's ears and went to his dad who is currently lounging in the living room reading his script. he paid his son's words no mind and gave him a raised eyebrow, urging him to continue.

"your name is all over tabloids because of a forum post. look," megumi says as he faces his phone screen to toji's face. to say that he's horrified to what he just saw is an understatement. so, with a worry mind, you go behind toji's lounging chair and read what's on the screen.

Acting Veteran 'T' Caught in An Affair! 

At the night of Tuesday, Actor 'T' is caught leaving a hotel with a seemingly younger woman clinging on his arms. The two are being lovey-dovey in their Shibuya rendezvous. Actor 'T' is currently married with a child which makes everything even more scandalous. What would actor 'T'’s wife and child think about this? Seems like the man really took a liking towards sneaking away with younger women.

Actor 'T'’s identity will be released by [MM/DD/YY] so stay tuned! For now, let us know your thoughts below.

user_1: actor veteran and the code is T? must be toji then?

user_2: this is definitely toji lmfao he looks like someone who would fool a younger woman

user_3: his wife must be so rusty now so he's running to the younglings LOL

user_4: respect for having the balls to cheat on his wife after this long, ik his ass is itching

user_5: @user_4 LMFAO should've done it sooner! bet he doesn't want to pay child support so he's staying 😂

user_6: NOOOO the GOAT got caught damn we were rooting for u 👑

"what the fuck?" both you and toji's voice were erupting in the whole room. out of shock? anger? rage? megumi is not sure but there is one thing he's sure of, both of you are being scary right now and the red in both of you and husband's eyes are almost showing due to the high range of emotions you were both feeling right now.

despite knowing that toji is utterly in love with you and he was actually with you that day, it scares him that his father is facing this kind of scandal. people are horrible out there trying to ruin his father's career that he worked hard on and this is the proof.

toji might be used to having false rumors spread about him all over the years he is in the acting industry, but what he can't take is people talking shit about his wife and thinking less about her. the comments that he just read just woke up the rage inside of him.

"mom?" megumi had called you since it's been minutes when you had gone quiet. the sight before him broke his heart. 

your eyes are trying not to let your tears fall, but the comments are too hurtful to ignore, too cruel to set aside. even though you know that it's covered with a codename (barely), you exactly know it's your husband that they are talking about. you're hurt about the comments but you're most scared of your husband's career coming to a screeching halt.

you suddenly feel your husband hug you so tight and you let it all out. his shirt might get damped but toji doesn't care, comforting his wife comes first. he then tells megumi, "call our lawyer, tell him what we just saw, they'll know what to do," megumi frantically nods and gets out of the house to do what toji had said.

"come on, ma, let's go and get some rest." toji had urged you to go with him.

"pa, this is so ridiculous, i know you know how to deal with these but this is just too much, they're targeting our family now." the sadness in your voice and the tears that flow through face break toji's heart. you don't deserve this. these assholes needed to be taught a lesson, and he knows he won't be nice about it. "i'll take care of this, 'kay? i love you and megs so much, angel."

toji's voice somehow calmed your senses and you let yourself cry in his arms until you're left with no tears. "i'm sorry, i'm too old to cry like this." you said as you try to wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

"no one's too old to cry, darling," toji coos, glad that you're finally able to calm down, and caresses the back of your head. then, a sly smirk forms on his lips, "you know what else we're not too old for?" 

genuinely curious, you look up to him, "what?" you asked. 

toji leaned down and whispered, "another child, think we can give megumi a sibling?" and gave you a mischievous look.

"toji!" you exclaimed as you smack his chest, flustered of his words. 

"gross, get a room, and is now really the time for this?" you suddenly let go of yourself from toji's grasp the moment you heard megumi back in the living room. toji chuckled, "i got it all covered, both of you rest up and i will deal with all of this." toji walked towards where megumi is standing and gives his head a gentle pat, "no one's gonna ruin us, alright?" 

the conviction in toji's voice made it clear to both of you and megumi that he already has a plan in mind, and you trust him enough to believe him. he has never let the both of you down, after all.

the next day, news break out the the person who posted the rumor on the online forum is caught with other criminal charges aside from the defamation he just attempted to do. the horrible comments also seem to magically disappear.

Fushiguro Toji Busts Down Anonymous User, Other Criminal Charges Involved

"I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone else. I'm not backing down until everyone gets what they deserve for ruining the names of the people I care about. I will not let go until every single horrible person who rises their tongue against my family is punished." Toji stated.

"Be careful what you read and comment online, please don't forget that the people you talk about are not just subjects, but real human beings." The veteran actor added.

the fake news spreader should have really known not to deal with a veteran who is powerful enough to protect the people he cherishes.

edit: i just noticed that i wasn't able to add the ending to toji's part 😭 my apologies, i fixed it now!

[sfznyxio]

-ˋˏ REQUIESCAT IN PACE ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. the dead deserve their happy endings.

CHARACTERS. dainsleif, tartaglia, zhongli

CONTENT. gn!reader. afterlife au. angst. 1.8k wc. rewrite of requiescat in pace at my old main blog @/verxsyon. everyone dies and ascends to a higher plane of existence. fan interpretation of snezhnaya and celestia arc. allusions to war, so expect blood and death. tartaglia and reader adopted children together in the afterlife. dainsleif killed reader from the curse. reader is killed by their spouse (zhongli). petnames (my dear, darling - zhongli).

VERA. it’s been three years since this fic was posted. crazy how time flies. i remember crying when i wrote this. hopefully i’ll make you all suffer as well hahaha.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. DAINSLEIF

five hundred years ago is when dainsleif committed the gravest mistake of his life. he was the twilight sword, a royal guard sworn to protect the people and the royalties of khaenri’ah. his people placed their trust in him to stop the destruction of the nation, only to watch them turn into monsters from the curse laid upon them.

the castle he enters with the traveler and paimon holds many memories he wishes to forget. it was occupied by the eclipse dynasty, the ruler of khaenri’ah before its destruction. he was well acquainted with the heir at the time: you, and soon fell in love. he passes by your room, where he killed you to stop your transformation. realizing what he had done, he left for them to suffer.

“dainsleif,” the abyss herald sneers. dainsleif is so used to that tone of voice. him and the rest of the abyss, especially its leader, have the right to resent him. the traveler and paimon are not here to back him up as they are looking for the twin, so he must atone his own sins himself.

“do whatever you need to do,” dainsleif says, starry voids emitting from his palms. “i don’t intend to hold back.”

the curse of immortality. how sickening. for five hundred years, he has wandered aimlessly for information about his nation. regardless of the amount he has gathered, he wants to end his journey here. he trusts the traveling duo to answer the rest for him.

is death supposed to be this painful? well-deserved for a coward like him. he can sense the satisfaction from the herald destroying him inside his body with hydro. the abyss now has one less problem to deal with. dainsleif can feel himself slipping away, departing the world still a sinner. 

“sir dainsleif. their highness requests your presence.” he is at the castle, decorated with life instead of the dust and cracks when he first arrived. the guard with him possesses no signs of abyssal features. everyone here doesn’t.

behind the double doors is you admiring the plants on the balcony. he gapes at your appearance: the heir of the eclipse dynasty, beautiful and regal as ever. you thank the guard for bringing him over, and they take their leave. this can’t be real.

“my dear dainsleif.” he loses his composure, rushing over to you to pull you into his embrace. your eyes soften upon feeling his sobs on your neck. “my love? are you alright?”

he sniffs, tightening his grip. your touch, your voice, your love for him, he misses them all. “forgive me, your highness. let’s stay like this for a while.”

“i told you to drop the formalities when we’re alone. we’re lovers, aren’t we?” you chuckle, your fingers finding purchase in his blonde locks. oh, how he misses that feeling. “and what are you saying sorry for? we’re all human here. if that makes you feel better, we can stay like this as long as you like.”

dainsleif lifts his head to kiss your knuckles and then presses his lips on yours. he does not know what brought him here, but he is truly grateful. whatever this realm is called, as long as you’re by his side, he will always be forgiven.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TARTAGLIA

tartaglia is naive about the future. the desire to protect it influences his decision to serve the tsaritsa. with the mora he earned as a harbinger, he hopes to buy his family a house and send teucer to school. when the war is over, he plans to settle with you and live in a cabin where the two of you ice fish with your children.

if only it was that easy. his family is suffering from financial hardships, and the mora he sends is their savior. as for you, you severed ties with him a long time ago because of moral differences. in fact, you lead the faction that opposes the cryo archon and the fatui as your act of revenge for your family.

the palace is in shambles. the traveler and paimon escort the tsaritsa out of the throne room to allow you and tartaglia to compromise. your mind is not easily swayed as expected, given that you spent most of your life waiting to kill. your fate has been decided, when bloodlust overtook him and made him pierce his weapon through your stomach.

“no!” he cradles your body into his arms. his grief causes his delusion to spiral out of control, bringing the palace to destruction. the traveler and paimon rush back inside the room, yelling at the harbinger to get out of there. but he chooses to stay.

“traveler, can you please do me a favor?” they look at him in shock when he places the tip of their on his chest. “put me out of my misery before i lose control. i want to see my friend again. and when you see my family, tell them i’m sorry for everything.”

swift and painless, exactly how he wants death to feel like. the boulders come crashing down upon you and him, and he blacks out. he wonders if the tsaritsa and the traveler will succeed in preventing the second cataclysm. he wonders how his family will handle the news. teucer will be affected the most, feeling betrayed by his big brother lying that he’ll come home soon.

he wonders about you. if you two ever come to a mutual understanding, will the future be any different?

“papa!” a voice of a child calls, waking him up to a scenery full of snow. he spots a cabin in the distance, where a little girl is waving at him with a proud grin. she runs up to him with a bucket in tow, tripping on lumps of ice along the way.

“papa, look! i caught some fish!” she exclaims, showing him the content of her bucket. a cacophony of high-pitched screams echo. more children spook him by hugging his legs.

“good job, baby. you found papa.” he gasps at the sight of you kissing the girl’s forehead. he can’t believe it. “okay, kids. since papa is here, let’s go home. we’re going to eat fish for dinner.”

“yay!” the kids who seem to be his children happily zoom to the cabin, making you chuckle. tartaglia doesn’t waste any time hugging you tight. he can’t lose you again.

“ajax?” it’s been a while since you called him by his birth name. you cup his cheeks with worry when you see tears streaming down his face. “are you okay?”

he nods, kissing you as if his life depends on it. “i’m okay. shall we go home? we don’t want to keep our kids waiting, do we?”

hand in hand, the two of you follow your children to the cabin. in a future where a war between all creatures of teyvat is over, ajax is finally home.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ZHONGLI

the past six thousand years have been prolific of brutality. old friends and acquaintances were subjected to erosion, being forced to neutralize them. one is unfortunate enough to perish from the archon war, leading to the creation of liyue harbor.

if there is one thing to take away from her advice, it’s about the concept of change. he is the type of person to slowly adapt into it. her death and the death of the land they both created is not easy to accept. change isn’t a bad thing, she had said. he did not take her words into heart until he met you.

you’re a mortal who lived in a village, you spent more time exploring the outskirts without letting everyone know. you couldn’t care less, having a dream to live in a lively city like liyue. a certain archon would’ve loved you, for you valued freedom. 

he finds you to be quite humorous. once you joked about eloping with the former archon somewhere teeming with fireflies and crystalflies. when he asked you to define the term, you brushed it off and changed the subject. if he knew you weren’t kidding, you wouldn’t have fallen victim to your marriage.

shame, at such a young age too. he regrets not being able to keep you safe, reminding him of his failure with his old friends and the people who are fighting in the second cataclysm by his side. at the climax of the war, he comes face to face with the gods who stirred the calamities around the world for centuries. as much as he wants to stray from violence, he can’t let them win.

“i will no longer stay silent,” he growls, summoning his pillars around incoming enemies. contracts are sacred, no matter who he established them with. breaking any of those would result in facing the wrath of the rock. breaking the one he signed with celestia would mean he would suffer under his own wrath.

gold liquid spills onto the floor, and his ears are blocked by white noise. no, he can’t die like this. not right this instant. his allies haven’t reached an advantage yet. how is it possible for the strongest deity to already fall like this?

six thousand years of changes and sacrifices. the geo element is strong and unmoving, yet it can also crumble. zhongli has to keep on fighting for the sake of his allies and those who have perished, and yours. all he needs to do is take that extra step to victory.

“zhongli?” that voice is familiar. too familiar. he gazes at his swarms of fireflies and crystalflies circling around your figure. your fingers lingers across his cheek with a somber smile. “my dear, you looked troubled in your sleep. do you want to talk about it?”

he leans on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. he’s so tired, enduring six thousand years worth of cycles of life and death among his nation. “hm, i will eventually. but please let me rest first, darling…”

“okay,” you hum, linking your hand with his. “rest well, zhongli. if you need a shoulder to cry on, i will be here. i won’t ever leave your side.”

you tilt his head to kiss him, tasting the salt of his tears on your lips. his allies may be gone and treasured in his memories, you choose to remain by his side and give him relief that he won’t be alone. not anymore.

zhongli is not the same person he was before, and believes he will never be. cradling the finger adorned with the ring crafted from the abundant rocks in liyue, it gives him hope. you are his pillar. when at his lowest, you and your army of lights will guide him back to the surface.

[cherriive]

﹒⌗﹒scream ⸝⸝

synopsis :: with people dying every here and there, you never expected that you were the next victim, or that your (almost) murderer was so cute

info :: wlw, f reader, use of yn but it's written in second pov (you), mentions of murderers and threats (like cutting or killing someone) not proofread, if there's anything else please tell me!

Minjeong was the usual nerdy, shy girl that barely anyone knew something about her. Only her group friend that had other three girls talked to her.

Though, she had always caught your attention for some reason.

Being popular and maintaining a persona wasn't the easiest task in the world, especially when you didn't want people to hate you for being the usual mean girl. Which meant you often got remembered as the nice girl who didn't had beef with anyone.

Oh if only they knew how much you hated those people, and that stupid school, and the teachers-

You know what I mean.

But who cares. As long as you kept with the nice girl facade, no one would even bat an eye on how you actually felt.

Everyone was dumb enough to believe in your act anyway. Everyone but Minjeong.

The girl that had something in her that made you wanna know more about her was the only one who wasn't fooled by you and your antics.

Not that you knew that of course. And it didn't help how whenever you tried to say a 'Good morning, Minjeong!' she would just roll her eyes or straight up ignore you. Seriously, what's her problem? And why do you feel the need to get closer to her?

Today, you heard one of your "friends" talk about the new victim. A lot of people have been dying lately, but no one knew why or who was doing this. All they knew, was that they used that ugly mask.

But you didn't wanna think about it. It was way too dark and depressing to talk about those murders, so you opted in pretending you were absolutely clueless about it!

“Have you seen? They made a new victim!”

“Don't say this near yn, she's sensitive..”

“Oh yeah, my bad.”

And that's how your days went, smiling and faking innocence, just wanting to get through high school already.

But Minjeong had other plans.

-

“Hm? Oh, yeah, hahaha. I'll try to not forget about it next time, sorry.”

“You're so careless yn! But it's alright, until next week.”

Finally. You felt so tired.

You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, but you had no interest in doing so, preferring to just be in the comfort of your home.

But of course they needed a good excuse for you to not go, otherwise they might've showed up in your door forcing you to go with them. Thankfully that's not a problem.

Grabbing the popcorn from the microwave, you opened the window to breath some fresh air, before quickly making your way to the living room.

You sat down on the couch, getting ready to watch a random horror movie. The perfect way to spend a night alone!

Before you could even focus back on the movie playing, someone called you again. Huh? Was your excuse not good enough?

Whatever, just answer it and say you're sick or something.

“Hey, sorry I couldn't go, really-”

“Hello, yn.”

...

What.

Who was this?

How did they know your name?

And what kind of weird voice does this person has?

“Who are you?!” – you tried to not sound too scared while also keeping that mask on. Maybe it was just a prank, it didn't hurt to be safe.

You swear you heard a very quick laugh from the phone, but tried not to think too much about it.

“I just wanna talk to you.”

“Why? Who are you?”

“it's not important. Do you want to play a game with me?”

Okay now that was just weird. You didn't know who this person was, and now they're asking for you to play a game with them.

But something told you, maybe, just maybe it's one of your friends, pranking you. Who knows?

So, you decided to go with the worst option you had.

“What game?”

You tried to do your best sweet voice so maybe the person on the other side of the line would have some kind of mercy on your person.

“A game of questions. I'll just ask you a few things and you answer me honestly, hm? How about that?”

You should just hang up. This is stupid. Probably one of those weirdos from school that hate you for no reason trying to spook you.

... But for some reason you didn't.

“Okay.” – another laugh came from the phone, making you slightly shiver.

“Good choice.”

You anxiously waited on the couch, looking around the living room to find some comfort in the familiarity of your own home.

“Do you like horror movies?”

What an odd question.

“Yeah, I do. Why?”

“Hmm.. What's your favorite horror movie, then?”

“I don't know, I guess slashers? Any kind of slasher as long as it's alright enough it's good for me.”

There was silence for a moment, as if the person on the phone with you was thinking about your answer.

A satisfied hum came from them, and soon spoke up.

“Do you like people dying?”

What. How did we go from movies to this.

“Wh.. What? Of course not. What kind of question is that?”

“Answer the question yn.”

This was the breaking point for you. This was starting to get out of hand, and you were not going to talk with this weird person anymore.

Without thinking twice you hang up, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened.

But before you could get back to your senses and pay attention to the long forgotten movie again, your phone started to ring.

Your hands were trembling, but you hesitantly picked up the call.

“You know it's very rude to hang up in the middle of a conversation?”

There it was, that stupid voice that was making you more nervous than you wanted.

“What do you want?!”

You tried your best to avoid showing how nervous you felt right now, but everything was thrown out of the window when you heard those damn words.

“I want you to just stay right where you are in your living room. Is that 'Stab'?"

What. The. Fuck.

How did they know that? Wait, were they watching you? Oh no. Oh no no no. This wasn't happening.

You quickly closed the curtains in the room, making sure to lock the front door while still holding your phone, and that's when you heard them laughing.

Not chuckling, not giggling, full on laughing.

“You think that's going to help you? You should stop worrying about being friendly to everyone and start worrying about your windows.”

Oh fuck. The kitchen.

Without giving a damn about staying the in living room, you ran to the kitchen and – oh there it was. The open window.

But there was nothing wrong with your kitchen. At least you couldn't see anything.

You slowly went back to the living room, phone in your hand, looking around nervously. You didn't know what to think or to expect right now.

What wasn't on your list was to hear the same voice from your phone right behind you, in your ear.

“You gotta learn to be more careful, ynnie.”

Your surcival instincts kicked in, and you almost turned around. Almost. If it wasn't for the feeling of a knife right against the back of your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don't move..”

There wasn't a single word that could describe the mix of emotions currently inside you.

But the main would definitely be fear.

Is this where your life ends? You never did anything wrong to deserve this! Maybe you did lie every here and there, but come on, who's really 100% honest?

Suddenly you got snapped out of your thoughts by the person – that you could now see the ghostface costume they're wearing – pushing you against a wall, turning you around to face them.

“I like this expression on you better than that fucking stupid persona you have.”

If it was under any other circumstances, you'd have defended yourself. But the knife was still there.

“Everyone else might be dumb enough to believe in those lies you tell everyone, but I'm not. And I don't like liars.”

As they spoke, they slowly got closer. And closer. Until your nose was almost touching the mask on their face.

It was terrifying. But oddly thrilling.

Before you could say something, the masked person suddenly took off the scary mask and –

Wait, what.

“Minjeong?!”

“Oh, you know my name?”

The voice that once sounded so weird from how many effects it had, now was just a normal feminine voice. She tried to hold back a smirk, but seeing the shocked expression you were doing was just too good.

“What-.. Why are you..”

She just held the knife closer to your neck, making you instantly shut up and swallow down any words you had in your tongue.

“Shut up. You're so infuriating. Always having that dumb face on while pretending all the time. It's so annoying.”

Minjeong looked at you, her eyes travelling through your whole figure with annoyance, mixed with something you couldn't exactly put a finger at yet.

“And still.. You still managed to catch my attention. I wish I could just rip this pretty face of yours..”

You almost flinched when she said that. Who wouldn't? Especially with how the knife was almost cutting your neck. And then Minjeong retracted the knife back with a sigh.

“But I can't bring myself to.”

There were zero and a million thoughts in your head at the same time. Minjeong is absolutely crazy, that's for sure. But the angry face she had was so, so cute.

And that thought alone was enough to make you even crazier than her.

“.. You want to kill me because you have a crush on me?”

“Shut up, that's not what I said.”

You really wanted to believe that when Minjeong put that knife on your neck again she wanted to kill you. You really did.

Yet it was so hard to when her cheeks were clearly red despite the lack of light in the room – except for the tv that was still on.

“Why don't you shut me up?”

“I'm going to cut your voice chords off.”

That was so stupid that you only managed to laugh softly, looking at her differently from how you always had. Now you knew why she caught your attention too.

Minjeong took a few deep breaths, calming herself down and then looked at you with a more neutral, yet soft expression on her face.

She got closer to your face, her warm breath against your cheeks giving you a feeling you never thought you'd feel because of her.

“If you tell anyone about me I promise to kill you and everyone in that school.”

“Will I get more late night visits if I keep my mouth shut?”

“Fuck you.”

She almost spat when saying this, but from how quickly Minjeong turned around to hide her face you guessed she was blushing again.

And she definitely was.

Minjeong took a step back and finally took the knife away – which was still scarying you a bit – and gave you a.. A flower? When did she got that? Was it under her costume?

“Here. For you.”

“... You know there are more conventional ways to give someone a flower without threatening to kill them, right?”

She rolled her eyes, holding back the urge to tell you to fuck yourself again. Especially since you were treating this like something completely normal after seeing it was her. Was she not scary enough?

“I'm going.” – you heard Minjeong say, turning around and walking away. But before she stepped away you put a hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

“Wait! Are you going to come back?”

“... Maybe.”

It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. And that was enough. You just wanted to see Minjeong again without her being the quiet kid from your school, and without pretending.

“Alright. Thank you for the flower Minjeong.”

“Just call me Winter.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It's what my close friends call me.”

You smiled, nodding your head. It was cute she gave you a nickname only her friends knew about.

And with that last interaction, she put on her mask again. You only looked away for two seconds after a loud sound from the tv, and when you looked for Minjeong again, she had disappeared.

Wow. What a night. A good, night.

a/n :: so erm I didn't do my school work but I finished this, so yay?? i hope it's good enough😭

[arc-misadventures]

how would ruby successfully pull an 'i can fix him' with an evil jaune?

TTSL

Jaune: AH-HAHAHAHAHA?!! Burn in hell you bastards!

Yang: Well... Jaune's lost it...

Blake: He's practically destroying the place?!

Weiss: He hacked all of the, Atlasian robots from his scroll! His fucking scroll?!

Ruby: Ren can you use your semblance to calm him down?

Ren: I tried, but it didn't have any effect! He just turned to laugh at me, and said, 'The eye of the storm does not need to be calmed my friend~!"

Nora: Whoa... that's deep...

Ren: The toothy smile he gave me... I thought he was going to tear out my throat...?!

Blake: So what are we going to do?! This was a training simulation that was supposed to help us deal with, Cinder, and her evil plans! But, he's at least ten times scarier than her!

Nora: His evilness is off the charts?!

Weiss: You have an evil chart?!

Yang: How are we supposed to stop him! He is pure evil!

Ruby: Don't worry guys... I have a plan! I can fix him!

Nora: Let me guess... Through the power of friendship?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Well, I wasn't going to say that...

Nora: Ruby! You can't, Steven Universe your way out of this shit!

Ruby: But, it worked for him! I can fix, Jaune through the power of friendship, and song~!

Yang: This isn't going to end well...

Blake: I'll get the medkit.

Ruby: Jaune!

Jaune: Ah-hahaha! Look everyone! It's the little rose~! Are you thorns sharpened for war my dear?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Through the power of love, and our friendship~! We will...!?

~~~

Ruby: (Cough! Cough!)

Ruby: I thought that would work...

Yang: I can't believe he ordered an artillery strike on you for singing...

Ruby: I thought that would work...

Ren: Jaune, doesn't like musicals, and stories where everything is solved through the power of love, and music. He finds them annoying, and stupid.

Nora: I told you it was worthless.

Ruby: He doesn't like musicals talking about love, and the power of friendship...? He truly is a monster...

Weiss: Oh gods... Then how are we going to stop him?

: Haa... You children... You know nothing of love...

Yang: Wait, what?!

Weiss: When did you get here?!

: A while ago, now let me deal with, Mr. Arc. Unlike you, Ms. Rose, I can fix him, and I will have this done swiftly.

Nora: Good luck!

Jaune: Hahahaha! I have done it! The SDC has fallen! Now, Atlas will fall as well!

: Mr. Arc, a word?

Jaune: Huw? Ms. Goodwitch?!

~~~

Glynda: There, there... It's going to be alright...

Jaune: It's just... It's just been so hard... I have to keep it all together... A-And, no one seems to care about my problems, or even notice...

Glynda: Tell me about them, Jaune. Tell me all about your worries...

Jaune: It's just that... no one cares about me! It's always about, Ruby's problems... Oh, Ruby's sad because she saw, Pyrrha die... She was my partner, she was my friend... I loved her, but... all I got was a kiss goodbye... and, everyone cares about, Ruby, and what she's dealing with...

Glynda: Don't worry, Jaune. I'm here for you... tell me everything that's wrong, and we can deal with it together.

RWBYNR: ...

Weiss: What the fuck?!

Yang: I'm so confused... what's going on?

Ruby: The hell? I was going to sing about the power of love, and friendship, and he throws an artillery shell at my face?! She, just walks up to him, and tells him everything is going to be okay, and he just stops.

Ren: Woman think the male fantasy is something sexual. But, for most men, the male fantasy is to be held in a loving embrace, and to be told that everything was going to be okay. Considering everything, Jaune has been holding back, he needs this... He really needs this...

Nora: That, and Ruby's singing is atrocious.

Ruby: Excuse me?!

Weiss: I tried giving her lessons, but nothing stuck.

Ruby: HEY?!

[dioslesbianwife]

May i request...the jojo protags with a reader who basically comes to them crying. As if something horrible happened, but in reality, it was something harmless like a spider LMAO

hahaha totally- thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy and here are the headcannons :3

Jonathan Joestar

The moment he sees you crying, he drops everything and rushes to your side like the true gentleman he is.

“Good heavens! What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” he asks, full of concern, already preparing to throw hands.

When you hiccup through your sobs and finally tell him it was a spider, he blinks in confusion. “A… spider?”

He lets out a relieved sigh and gives you a warm, comforting hug, gently patting your back.

“I see… Well, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you,” he assures, proceeding to carefully relocate the spider outside like the kind soul he is.

Joseph Joestar

“OH MY GOD! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” Dramatic and loud, just like you.

He’s already on edge, scanning the area, ready to unleash a Hamon punch on some imaginary attacker.

When you finally blurt out “I-it was a spider!” between sniffles, he stops mid-motion and just… stares at you.

Silence. Then

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!” He’s exasperated but also laughing.

“Jeez, you really had me worried! Don’t do that again!” But he still squashes the spider for you (after teasing you about it first).

Jotaro Kujo

Sigh. The moment he sees you crying, he’s immediately on alert. “Tch. What happened?”

His eyes narrow, scanning the surroundings for any threats.

You try to explain through sobs, and when the word “spider” finally comes out, he just… stares at you.

He looks at you, looks at the spider, then looks back at you. His soul is tired.

“Yare yare daze… You’re seriously crying over this?”

He ends up getting rid of the spider for you, but not without calling you a “pain in the ass” (softly, though).

Josuke Higashikata

“Oh my God! Babe, what’s wrong?!” Immediate panic mode.

He’s so worried and doesn’t even think- he just hugs you, rubbing your back.

“Who do I need to beat up? Tell me right now!”

The moment you sob out, “It-it was a spider!” his concern turns into disbelief.

“Wait. Wait. A SPIDER? ARE YOU FOR REAL?”

He groans, flops back dramatically, and mutters about how he thought it was something serious. But he’ll still kill the spider for you like the good boyfriend he is.

Giorno Giovanna

Stays completely calm even as you run to him in tears. “What happened?” he asks gently.

He’s mentally preparing for the worst. enemy Stand users, some tragic accident, etc.

“G-Giorno, there’s a s-spider…!”

He blinks. Once. Twice. Then

“Oh.” He’s visibly relieved but doesn’t say anything to make you feel bad. Instead, he calmly finds the spider and… turns it into a butterfly. Problem solved.

“There. It won’t bother you anymore,” he says, patting your head with a small smile.

Jolyne Cujoh

“What?! What happened?!” She’s already in fight mode, fists clenched, ready to throw down.

When you finally tell her it was a spider, she just stares at you.

“You had me thinking you were DYING over a goddamn SPIDER?!”

Absolutely roasts you for it but still deals with the spider because she loves you.

“Next time, just tell me so I don’t have a heart attack, alright?” she huffs, crossing her arms- but you can see she’s still amused.

Johnny Joestar

“Oh shit, what happened?!” Immediate panic, already bracing for the worst.

He’s gripping his hat, breathing heavily, waiting for the bad news.

“…It was a spider.”

He just squints at you like, seriously?

“You’re messing with me, right?”

He sighs dramatically but still flicks the spider away. “You owe me for this. I almost had a damn heart attack.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

“Huh? Why are you crying?” He’s already super confused.

He’s racking his brain for any possible reason you’d be this upset. Did someone hurt you? Did you remember something tragic?

“A-a spider…”

He just stares. Then slowly tilts his head. “That’s it?”

Softly sighs but then has Soft & Wet remove the spider for you. “There, all gone,” he says with a little smile.

He’ll still give you a hug, though.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

We want the preening session 👁️👁️

Ooc: giving you the preening session. Sometimes I wonder if this is a rp blog or a fanfic blog (not that I have a problem with that i am a writer)

s: sooooo~ you need help with your wingies, huh?

pv: just with preening.. you know I like to be clean..!..

*sits down on the bed*

s: *sits down behind him, leaning forward to appear in pure vanilla's trusty staff's view, it's glowing star turning to look at him as so do the eyes on the wings and his hair*

...do they see?

pv: mhm.. I suppose I'm not as blind anymore haha.. *he wiggles a bit to comfortably adjust him to a more proper position beside his "bluebird"*

s: *tucks himself behind pure vanilla, the lower wing brushes against his leg as he adjusts him behind pure vanilla's long blonde hair, being gentle as to not sit on those golden locks*

pv: mphm~.. (<- pain?.. uncomfortable? It's definitely not pleasure I can say that)

s: ...!..

hm..?

pv: sorry.. my wings are just very sensitive right now to even the smallest sensations.. even the air feels strange on them....

I'll get use to them, it's quite alright!..

s: if you insist, vanilly! *He gently takes a wing, wrapping his hand underneath it, the soft warm feathers, as pale as snow caressing the powder blue hand in its fluffiness*

*he takes the wing more towards him, being cautious as to not harm his darling out of respect and love. Whilst his own mind is plagued with odd thoughts and ideas about the situation he refrains from behaving off as to not alarm or cause his sunlight to be put off, he fights the intense urge to explore what this sensitivity entails. But that's torture, that's not who he is anymore afterall and this isn't even a redemption au*

now.. how exactly do you want me to go about this?

pv: simply check for any pin feathers or anything trapped in the wings..please be careful of pin feath-

s: I'm the once fount of knowledge and you think I don't know how to preen.. don't be a fool! *He begins combing through the wings, letting out a continuous soft purr as he does in order to keep the sensitive angel calm during this*

*[Spoiler it doesn't particularly work well..]*

*as he preens the wings, a bonding activity between a mating pair of birds, much a good reflection of a loving couple both winged or not, simply showing their beloved affection. Pure vanilla shivers, letting out a breathless huff.*

pv: p-please.. refrain ..d-doing that for a bit ..

s: whaaat~ can't take it? My, you do not last long, doesn't bode well for the future hehe.

pv: get your mind out of such an inappropriate crevice ..

s: really wish I could! But you know me~ everything's a little game to me.

pv: hmph..

s: aww c'mon, don't pout. Live a little!

pv: hmph!

s: now you're just being bratty..

pv: hmmmph! *Smirks*

s: ooooh~! 🎶 you're playing! Hahaha!!

*gently tries to go back to preening, this time the lower middle wing*

pv: ah! (<- ...this.."ah" is exactly what you think it is)

s: .........!?

pv: *covers mouth* I SAID REFRAIN! I need to recover.... it's too much of a sensation.....it's rather overwhelming you know .....

s: 😏

pv: what's wrong with you today... you're never this....bad.....

s: ....

...i....im just messing with you alright! Can't I flirt with my doll..

pv: ...you can....but flirting is more "ohhh~ you're so gorgeous" or "hot"...

s: flirting can be physical too.. and more unique then your clear limited knowledge and i thought I wasn't well versed!

...are you alright...pure vanilla cookie..?

pv: I'm alright now... if I shiver stop preening.. if I take my wings away you're hurting me.

s: alright, I'll keep an eye and ear out.

*he continues to gently preen, periodically taking his hands away at any sign of discomfort from pure vanilla, afterwards he moves to the other set, doing the same. During the second set pure vanilla's intense sensitivity dwindled, soon he was relaxed and enjoying the preening. His eyes closed and he looked like he could fall asleep.*

Are you asleep?..

pv: I'm still awake.. *he leans back, gently nestling himself onto shadow milk's chest, his long blonde hair draping down the rest of shadow milk's body and his knees, acting like an elaborate blanket of pastel gold. His wings coating the hair with its glorious nature. The eyes lovingly glaring up at the blue cookie*

s: ....*fidgets to adjusts himself, he tucks his arms around pure vanilla, resting his hands on pure vanillas souljam*

pv: thank you... I'm sorry for how...awkward that was...

s: it was no problem! I'll do anything for you~ ⁠♡

pv: ...heh.. aren't you a good boy~ ⁠♡

s: you are doing that SOOOO on purpose.

pv: *mischievously sticks his tongue out* heh!..

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 823: Third year Imaizumi!!

Pag 1

1: I slipped.....!!

5: The cleats!!

Pag 2

1: Get in!!

Gunma and Kyoto passed the puddle

Pag 3

1: The two of them are heading for the curve!!

Sohoku's in trouble!

He's falling behind!

2: Woah!! It's already over!? That fun water attraction!!

3: -oss!!

4: They got in!!

Pag 4

3: Now that they've passed the puddle and their tires have grip on the road again, those two in the lead are so fast!!

They're accelerating so fiercely!!

Pag 5

2: They're leaving behind the third person, from Sohoku

Hurry up, Chiba!

Do your best...!!

3: He fell behind and is now passing the puddle

Pag 6

1: I fell behind!!

Oooooo

2: Really...

4: I always make mistakes

Pag 7

1: You really always make mistakes in the most important moments

2: It's true, Midosuji, it's just like you said

3: In the most important moments

5: During the second day's of the Inter High of my first year...

6: In a moment when I had to stick to Kinjou-san

I gave in to despair and threw the race

“Weakizumi-kun”

Pag 8

1: During my second year, the reason why things weren't going as planned was because I said horrible things to Teshima-san

(Onoda accelerated, Teshima-san!! Let's stick close to Kyofushi!!

If we ride behind them we can get to Hakogaku in the lead

Recover fast, Teshima-san!! You're a climber after all!!)

2: “Snapizumi-kun”

3: I lost heart each time

I really am Snapizumi after all

4: But

5: But lately I've also been thinking about this

Pag 9

1: That every time my heart folds, it becomes stronger!!

2: Naruko, who more than anyone else knows what it means to lose, said this...

Uh... oi, I also know a lot about winning! I'm... a guys who's won!!

3: Naruko-san, this is already hard

I can't go on!!

4: Are you stupid, first years

This is till the start of the practice

5: But I can't go on

Me neither

Can't be helped then

6: Alright, I'll teach you the magic spell I always use!

Thank you!!

You're thinking “this is too hard I can't do it”?

Yes!! Right now

Pag 10

1: But you also thought “well that's to be expected” and worked a little harder?

Yes!!

I'm doing my best right now!

If we count that as the first time...

2: First time?

3: People can do it up to four times

Huh?

Four times?

4: So chant this

“When the fourth times that I say 'I can't do it anymore' comes.... that's when you start!!”

5: There's nothing magic about that at all...!!

Hii.....

That's the way of thinking of an expert!!

6: Come on let's go, do your best

Ye... yes

Yes

7: I see...

8: If I run with the assumption that I'll lose spirit from the start,,,, that might make me stronger

You're thinking about it too, Naruko

Pag 11

2: Sugimoto said this...

3: That guy seriously pissed me off!!

Ah come one, it's no problem to me

What happened?

4: Ah, hear this, Imaizumi-san

Today Sugimoto-san was doing morning practice alone, and an old man on a scooter he didn't now approached him

5: Oh, I know that jersey, you're from Sohoku High School

Ah, yes... good-

6: Even if you're from Sohoku you're not really fast

7: Hahaha

Work hard...

-morning

Pag 12

1: He said this, laughed, and then passed him!!

Wasn't that too rude!?

2: I mean, Sugimoto-san is always slow!!

Ouch

Oi, you're the one who's the rudest!!

4: Well, it's true, I am slow

5: That's why I practice

7: Sugimoto...

It's true

8: I'll continue practice diligently, no matter what people say

That's right!! And next time we'll meet that old man I'll tell him myself!!

Stop, I don't even know what you're talking about

9: I'll practice and work hard, and if I make the team... then I'll tell that man myself

11: I'll tell him “I ran in the Inter High”

Pag 13

2: And your passion really made that real!!

3: I fell behind...

4: The I have to recover desperately!!

5: That's fine!!

6: I always make mistakes

Then I just have to accept it

Pag 14

1: I already know I'm going to make mistakes!!

2: I used Naruko's spell four times!!

5: Amazing

6: Since before

Pag 15

1: Those two have been pushing my back and making me move forward!!

Pag 16

2: Gunma came into view of the second curve before the finish line.... and Kyoto too!!

3: And then

Pag 17

1: It's Chiba's Sohoku!!

Ooooooo

Pag 18

2: The strength I borrowed from my friends its's definitely making my heart stronger!!

Pag 19

2: Pua?

He's not snapping?

3: Woah!! Seriously? He caught up

4: Those three are once again neck and neck!!

5: After the curve is basically just a straight road!!

There are 600m left until the finish line!!

Pag 20

2: Not yet, Yuuto

There's no need to rush

It's alright

3: The only two people left before the finish line

4: will be us, Hakone Academy

[a-case-of-attachment]

Okay, writing prompt if you're interested. LuciferXreader, making out in a pile of rubber ducks. It may be weird as hell, but also really cute and funny. AND!! Laughter is a healthy part of any relationship!

Yes I’m interested!!!!!!!!!

I hope this is what you’re after, it kind of got away from me and I spent way too long thinking about what all those little duckies could do.

Lucifer had a problem, one of his own making that was yellow and sometimes quacked, maybe barked, there was even ones that spoke backwards and in riddles. They came in all kinds of colours and did all sorts of things. He had a purple one that could teleport, a rainbow one that shot confetti out of its mouth when it was squeezed, he even had one that glowed in the dark and played lullaby’s. The point was that Lucifer had made a lot of rubber duckies over the years but he didn’t realise quite how many until he was looking for one specific duck.

“Where are you, you little piece of…” Lucifer grumbled, his words trailing off as he dived into another mountain of ducks, sending them tumbling down to join the rest that had spilled over the floor. He had been at this for a while now, sending his work room into chaos and all because Charlie had been telling Vaggie all about one she had seen him making when she was a child. She hadn’t asked him for it and Lucifer had honestly forgotten it existed until she had brought it up but she seemed so enamoured with it that Lucifer had decided there and then that he had to gift it to her as a reminder of happier times in her childhood. The only problem was that he couldn’t find the damned thing and he was quickly running out of patience.

“You alright there love?” Lucifers head jerks up and round at your amused voice, blinking dumbly at the sudden brightness of the room. Your leant against the door frame, eyebrows furrowed slightly but a teasing smile tugging up the corners of your mouth. You were a vision, a ray of sunshine through the grey cloud that had been steadily forming over him. “Yep! Everything’s fine. Hahaha. A oh kay. What erh, what are you doing here darling?” Lucifer laughed nervously, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at being found in such a state.

He had abandoned his hat and jacket ages ago, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his gloves somewhere within the sea of ducks. Lucifer had unbuttoned his collar at some point, his bow tie pulled loose and hanging around his neck like a sad flat little snake. His face must be flushed by now and his hair that was once neat and styled probably looked more like a birds nest now, stick up in every direction and clinging to his forehead.

“Charlie called me. Seems someone has been ignoring her calls and texts for the past couple of hours and she wanted me to check in and make sure they hadn’t gotten so involved in a project they forgot to eat again. Clearly she was right to worry.” You gave him a pointed look, clearly expecting an answer for his current predicament. Bitting his lip Lucifer let his eyes sweep across the carnage that was his work room and the vast amount of ducks he still had to get through. He needed help or he was never going to get through all these, not any time soon anyway and who better to help him than you? He always wanted to spend more time with you and this would keep you in close proximity for quite some time. It was a win win in his books and he was damn sure going to take full advantage of it.

Groaning Lucifer let his shoulders slump and looked back to you, finding you in the exact same position you had been in before though your eyes had softened slightly now, worry starting to creep in at the edges. “I’m looking for a duck,” he stated, nodding slightly after he had spoken like it was that simple of an answer. “Oh really? Never would have guessed.” Lucifer glared at your sarcastic reply, huffing loudly and crossing his arms over his chest in an overly obvious display of indignation that you both knew was just for show. The gentle laughter his behaviour got him sounded sweet, even as you rolled your eyes and pushed away from the doorframe. He always liked the sound of your laughter, like music that soothed his soul and made his heart ache all at once.

“Alright your majesty, are we looking for one in particular or is this a know it when a see it situation?” You raised an eyebrow at him in question as you sank down onto one of the few spots of clear floor. “It’s made of crystal, has a really cute teeny tiny crown on its head.” You hummed at Lucifers words, your attention now firmly on the ducks that surrounded you. “And when did you last see it?” Lucifer winced at your question, tugging at his already loose collar and refusing to make eye contact with you when you glance in his direction. “I don’t know, maybe a couple of centuries ago. Charlie was about five or six at the time.” You made a weird choked off noise when he said centuries, Lucifer catching a glimpse of your hand slipping on the pile of ducks you had been looking at and sending a couple more tumbling to join the ones that Lucifer was already half buried under.

He offered you an apologetic smile and hopefully his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to soften any sort of regret you might be feeling at having sat down to help him. It must have worked because you sighed heavily before rolling your shoulders back and sitting up straighter. “It’s fine, we’ll find it and when we do you are sooo going to make it up to me with back rubs and kisses.” Lucifer agreed readily, nodding his head and promising you that and a thousand things more. “Right! We are going to do this one duck at a time, sorting as we go. We will have four separate piles, one pile for the ones that are just rubber ducks with a unique paint job and another for the ones that do something useful.” Lucifer opens his mouth to protest because all his duckies are useful but a quick glance from you has him closing it before he can even get a sound out. “There will also be a pile for ones that do pointless things and another for the ones that are just plain dangerous.”

“They are not dangerous!” Lucifer insisted, snatching up a random duck and squeezing it to prove his point. There was a loud click followed by sound of metal grinding together and Lucifer looked down in horror as the barrel of a pistol slid out of the ducks now open mouth. “Hahaha, how did that get there?” Huffing you held your hand out expectantly and Lucifer reluctantly handed the traitorous thing over, making sure the postal was safely back in place first. Without a word you leant over and pushed a section of the ducks out of the way, clearing a patch on floor in front of you. The gun toting duck was place down gently, looking way too sweet and innocent for what it hid within.

You picked up one from next to you and held it out towards Lucifer. “What does this one do?” He squinted at the thing, turning his head slightly to the side as he tried to remember what this one did. It was yellow like most of them except this one had a red rimed beak that made it look like it had lipstick on. “Lipstick!” Lucifer shouted out triumphantly, his sudden outburst causing you to startle. “It’s lipstick, retro rouge if I’m not mistaken.” You turned the duck toward you, tilting your head quizzically as you squeezed at its sides. It’s beak parted as a stick of bright red lipstick emerged. “Huh,” you said, loosening your grip on the duck so the lipstick went back in before placing it on the floor a few inches away from the other duck. You picked up another, this one yellow with black spots and held it out towards him. “What about this one?”

This goes in for hours, one duck after another and though it would normally be a rather tedious Lucifer is having fun. Some of his duck creations really are bizarre, like the one that changes colour depending on the time of day in Hawaii or the one that screams whenever someone says pineapple. There are some good ones though, like the one that generates a personal forcefield that’s lasts up to an hour when placed on your head or the one that cleans your bath after you’ve used it. The useful pile was a lot smaller than the others though, the useless ones needing a whole corner of the room to themselves. You had even found one that said ‘I’m quackers about you’ in a squeaky voice when squeezed, a little heart shaped box of chocolates with Lucifers hat emblazoned on the front held between its wings.

Lucifer had refused to hand that one over, especially when he realised you intended to put it in the useless pile. A had sat there, cooing at the thing and stroking its head whilst you glared at him. So preoccupied with the duck Lucifer didn’t have time to prepare himself as you suddenly lunged across the space, hands grabbing for the sweet little ducky. The two of you had spent far too long rolling around the floor and tussling for the duck until finally you came to a stop, sprawled across Lucifer and the both of you breathing heavily. You were close, head hovering above his as you stared into one another’s eyes. All Lucifer would need to do is tip his head back and then he would be able to kiss you, one of his favourite things to do these days. His eyes dropped to your lips as your tongue snuck out to wet them, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip enticingly. Lucifer sucked in a deep breath, his hand flexing on your waist where it had ended up in your little play fight. Your head lowered slightly, eyes darting down to his lips then back to his eyes as if asking permission that you really didn’t need. From down by his hip there came a loud quack followed by ‘I’m quackers about you’ then another quack effectively bringing a sudden end to the tension growing between the two of you.

The two of you dissolved into laughter, Lucifer wrapping his arms around your middle as you buried your face in his neck. You lead there for a while, laughing softly until that trailed off and the two of you when just lead there, holding one another and surrounded by ducks. It had been nice if a little weird but Lucifer wasn’t complaining. “It’s true you know,” he said softly, not wanting to ruin the moment but his words had you shifting, pushing yourself up slightly so you could look down at him with confusion. “What is?” Your voice was just as soft as you spoke, the hushed tone adding to the intimacy of the moment. Sighing Lucifer reached up, cupping your check and rubbing his thumb gently across it. “I really and quackers about you,” he deadpanned.

The stunned silence that hangs between you goes on a lot longer than Lucifer thought it would and despite how hard he tries he can’t help the large smile that spreads across his face or the laugher that comes bubbling out. Groaning loudly you finished pushing yourself up into a sitting position, shoving Lucifer back down when he tried to follow. “You’re terrible,”you mumble, shifting back over slightly to avoid nocking into a stack of ducks. Lucifers still chucking when he sits back up, effortlessly catching the rubber duck you half heartedly throw at him. “Mmmm, and yet you still love me.” Lucifer wiggled an eyebrow at you, leaning in slightly to emphasise the ridiculousness of the gesture. This time it was you who couldn’t help but smile, huffing in amusement and shaking your head at him. “Yeah, I do.” Lucifer beamed like the cat who go the cream at your words, always feeling like his heart could take flight every time you told him you loved him. Truly a bizarre phenomenon that would need much more research done into it, requiring you to tell him often and in multiple ways how you felt about him. “Now come on, this bloody duck isn’t going to find its self.” Lucifer took the duck you held out to him, a hot pink one with a flame branded on its chest, and quickly lent forward to place a kiss on the back of your hand before he started telling you all about the duck and how it could be set on fire and wouldn’t melt.

That had been a good few hours ago though and night had settled heavy over the city since then. Over half the room had been cleared now, Lucifer having opened a portal and dumped all the colourful, boringly normal ducks onto a sleeping radio demon to create some extra space for you both. There was still no sign of the duck he was after though and the both of you were clearly tired, the process having slowed down considerably in the last half an hour or so. He’s beginning to think it’s a lost cause, the duck long since lost or broken.

You yawn loudly, arms stretching out above you before you fall back into the heap of ducks behind you. The groan you make sounds almost painful as you wiggle in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable amongst the ducks. Your eyes close, hands disappearing into the sea of yellow above you. Despite how horribly uncomfortable it must be you look content and Lucifer wants nothing more in that moment than to crawl over there and join you, curling up against your side and resting his head on your chest so you can both get some much needed sleep. As much as he wanted to give into temptation Lucifer was determined to find the duck for Charlie, fixated on giving her that little moment of happiness and wonder that had stayed with her since childhood. That didn’t mean you had to suffer with him though.

“I think it’s time you were getting to bed darling, I can finish up in here.” Your eyes open slightly at his words, brows furrowed and your smile slipping into a frown. “Lucifer.” There was an odd tone to your voice, one that he probably should have paid more attention to but Lucifer assumed he knew what you were going to say so he kept on talking, turning away from you to continue looking through the ducks as he did so. “I know. I should be trying to get some sleep as well but you know I won’t be able to, (Lucifer), not till I’ve found this duck anyway and I really just want to surprise Charlie with it. She seemed so happy when she was talking to Vaggie about it and I just wanted to, (LUCIFER!)” Your loud cry of his name had Lucifer jumping, dropping the duck he had been holding to the floor with a loud splat as it oozed out like a marshmallow melting in the sun.

Laughing nervously Lucifer turns back to you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue but it quickly disappears when he sees what you’re holding. You’ve sat up, eyes fixed on your hand that you’re holding out towards him. In your palm sits a crystal duck, a small black crown sat atop its head styled similarly to Charlie’s own. Lucifer sucked in a breath, reaching out to take the thing from you with trembling fingers. He can’t believe you had found it, just when he was starting to lose hope. You truly must be heaven sent.

Without warning Lucifer lunged at you, flinging his arms around your neck and sending you sprawling back into the ducks with a yelp. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Lucifer said between peppering your face with kisses. “Lucifer,” you laugh, turning your head to the side and giving him access to your neck. He places a few more quick pecks along your neck and the top of your shoulder before placing one final one on your lips.

“She’s going to be so surprised,” Lucifer beamed, pushing himself back up and turning towards the door, a wide smile on his face as he stared down at the crystal duck clutched in his hand. He didn’t get more than two steps towards the door before fingers wrapped around his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. Frowning Lucifer looked back over his shoulder at you, finding you looking at him just as confused as he was you. “Where are you going?” Lucifer blinked down at you dumbly because surely that was obvious? “To give Charlie the duck?” It came out slow and sounding more like a question, Lucifer even holding up the duck in case you had forgotten.

Your confusion smoothed out into understanding, a small smile curling up the corner of your lips. “Lucifer,” you said almost teasingly, tugging gently on his wrist until he turned to face you fully. “It’s the middle of the night love. She’s going to be asleep, and even if she isn’t she’s probably going to be doing something she doesn’t want her dad walking in on.” You look at him pointedly, waiting for your words to sink in. “Oh…ohhhh,” lucifers eyes went wide, looking down at the little duck in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

You chuckle gently, tugging on his arm and causing him to take a step towards you. “So why don’t you,” you plucked the duck from his hand, leaning back to place it on top of the coffee table before turning back to him and wrapping your hands around his wrists, “come back here and finish giving me my reward hum?” You tugged him forward and down, Lucifer’s knees hitting the floor on either side of your waist with a dull thud. You used your hold on his wrists to lift his hands and place them on your shoulders before gripping his waist and pulling him down and closer until he was sat in your lap. Lucifer blushed, licking at his lips and swallowing slightly. “I eh, I can do that.” You hummed at his words, lifting one hand to cup his cheek and guiding his lips down to yours.

The first few kisses were soft and slow, Lucifer humming gently at the addictive feel of your lips moving against his. He sank into you, getting more comfortable on your lap and letting his arms drape over your shoulders. The two of you stayed like that for a few long minutes, Lucifer content to spend hours just like that but it seemed you had other ideas. Pulling back you nipped gently at his lip, Lucifer letting out a little whimper at the sudden sting. Resting your forehead against his you slid both your hands up his back, pressing him as close to you as he could get. “Hold on tight,” you mumbled, placing a kiss against his lips.

Lucifer barely had time to register what you had said before you were moving, effortlessly tipping him to the side and rolling him onto his back. He landed within the ducks with a dull thud, several of the stupid things tumbling down to land on his face. Your laughter was sweet as you helped remove the offending ducks off his face, leaving the ones that had fallen around his head and shoulders. “There you are handsome,” you smile as you remove the last one from his head, clearly delighting in the bush your words get you. “Your erh, looking rather radiant as well.” Lucifer cringes at his own awkward attempts at flirting, refusing to look at you because of how awfully that was. You would think he would have gotten better at this sort of thing over the centuries but there was something about you that just left him flustered and unable to say what he means when in your company. When you’re not around he can wax poetry about how your smile lights up the world like a sunbeam or how your eyes sparkle like the stars, but now? With you looking down at him like he’s your whole universe? Not happening.

You shift to the side slightly, slotting one of your legs between his and pressing up against him. “Only when you’re the one looking,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his, using his startled gasp as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Lucifer moans softly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer. There’s a duck digging into his back and the sound of muffled quacking coming from somewhere above him as their movements caused another wave of ducks to fall down in them. It was ridiculous, kissing in a pile of ducks that were threatening to swallow the two of you up but Lucifer found he didn’t really care, especially when your tongue swiped across his lips, seeking permission that he readily gave. This here, this was the closest to heaven he had felt in eons and he was content to stay in this moment for eternity. Well at least till Charlie woke up anyway.

[helianthus21]

the only good thing was that we saw hazel and agnes again, idc for anything else

hold on that finale was such a fail in so many ways idek where to start

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for ZepysGirl behind the cut; “the wet nurse omegaverse”. ( FYI this last scenebit was supposed to be the end of the first chapter of the first installment in this series. totally unrelatedly, I have now realized this chapter is over thirty thousand words long. so, uhhhhh, we'll see how that edits up later, I guess, hahaha. ) (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Arguably correct, but our candidate isn’t especially concerned with pack manners,” Bruce replies in the largest understatement he’s made since the last time he and Alfred attempted to express some semblance of actual sincere emotion at each other. “He also barely even acknowledged either of their existences while downright doting on Chris and Jon.” 

“Alright, that’s a better sign,” Dick allows. “But we’re still gonna keep looking for Aunt Diana at least until this omega is confirmed as a definitely workable candidate.” 

“Understood,” Bruce says, since there is still a chance Lor might not digest Carl’s milk well or just won’t get enough nutrients from it to thrive long-term without an actually established pack bond in place, as opposed to just the instinctive feral version. 

“We’ll report in again in eighteen hours if we don’t find her sooner,” Dick says. “Going off-grid now. According to Constantine, anyway.” 

“Understood,” Bruce repeats. That is the least reassuring thing Dick could’ve possibly said, especially after the “favor” mention, but he’s not optimistic enough to think he can convince Dick not to do whatever he’s already in the middle of doing in the four seconds he has before Dick inevitably cuts the line. 

“Great!” Dick says brightly. “Call Jason, goddammit, you know damn well it has to be you.” And then he cuts the line, unsurprisingly. 

Bruce . . . exhales. Puts his phone back to sleep and tucks it away. 

“Well, you could,” Lois says, also unsurprisingly. 

“Hn,” Bruce says. It would have to be him to call for a request like this, yes. Technically Alfred could too, as the pack’s head beta, but . . . 

Well, in these circumstances, he doesn’t actually know when it would’ve hit the point of Alfred going over his head to contact Jason. For one thing, it’d be very obvious to Jason that Alfred had gone over his head, which Bruce can’t imagine making him any more inclined to come back. 

And either way, Jason would still need to reestablish an actual active pack bond with him again to count as close enough to “pack” for his milk to really benefit Lor any more than Carl’s should already be capable of doing, which . . . well, given the fact that Clark won’t even forgive himself for perceived failures, Bruce can’t see how to justify forgiving himself for actual ones, much less to that degree. 

And wouldn’t let himself, even if he could. 

Though even if Jason didn’t agree to reestablishing their pack bond, Clark would still mind him nursing Lor less, Bruce knows. Jason would count as close enough just for being the pup of a packmate, bonded or not; even a grown pup that Clark's never known particularly well. That would be infinitely easier for Clark’s omega to accept, compared to hiring a total stranger. 

But only asking Jason to come back to the pack for something like this . . . only asking Jason to come home for something like this . . . 

That isn’t something Bruce could expect Jason’s omega to accept. 

Of course it’s not. 

“Thank you for this,” Clark says, which has come up a few dozen times already. Bruce doesn’t bother pointing that out this time, given that he’s already done it a few dozen times and Clark obviously still has the eidetic memory either way. “We just–it didn’t feel safe, handling this problem in Metropolis.” 

“That would be because it wasn’t,” Bruce says. If nothing else, Clark’s anxiety while they brought unfamiliar omegas into his territory would really not be helpful for anyone, mostly because no one wants Superman that anxious in the event an apocalypse happens. 

Maybe if they want a sixty/forty chance of that apocalypse being dealt with very quickly and very brutally, but those aren’t ideal odds or the kind of thing Clark actually wants to do outside of absolute necessity. 

“Well, let’s be fair, how much safer is Gotham?” Lois asks wryly, the corner of her mouth ticking up in amusement as she sets a hand on her hip. “Percentage-wise and all, you know.” 

“That depends on the scale of destruction you’re trying to avoid,” Bruce replies, since Gotham is very frequently a place of smaller, more personal tragedies and Metropolis is very frequently the center of massive alien invasions, and those are obviously very different things. Not that no one ever wants to burn down Gotham and not that Metropolis never has innocent people get caught up in petty little acts of meaningless violence, but just statistically-speaking. Although–“But we’re in Bristol right now, so that’s not really relevant anyway.” 

“Oh, the man thinks he’s funny,” Lois snorts, her amused smirk widening. 

“Can’t imagine why you’d get that impression, Mrs. Lane-Kent,” Bruce lies mildly. Lois laughs, and Clark looks a little amused despite himself, so good. Hopefully that broke a little bit of tension there, or at least took the edge off. 

That’s something he’s going to have to be worrying about, he knows. Obviously Clark isn’t going to be deliberately starting anything with a kid in Carl’s situation, but it’s not unlikely Carl’s total lack of pack manners might ruffle some feathers or lead to some miscommunication or unnecessary feelings of being challenged or–well, there’s plenty of ways that could go wrong. 

Everything he knows about human–and human-socialized–psychology aside, Bruce is just . . . very much not prepared for this, he already knows. Which is its own problem, frankly, but one he’s just going to have to deal with once he’s gotten some decent sleep under his utility belt. 

“I think I actually am going to go review that contract before dinner, given we’ve got the time,” Bruce says, mostly to get away and give them both a few moments together. It’s a natural enough escape, and Dick’s call already broke up the conversation a bit anyway. Besides, better to be thorough; make sure they didn’t miss anything in there while they were distracted by sleep deprivation and stress and unfamiliar omegas nursing their pups when they could. 

Not all of those things are applicable to both of them, obviously, but the point stands. 

Anyway, he wants to start running a background check on Carl as soon as possible, and maybe also run his fingerprints and DNA just in case. Which–alright, DNA is admittedly a little much even for him, when again, they specifically went and found this kid, but, well, if the prints don’t turn anything up or there are any red flags in his paperwork . . . 

Possibly Clark would not appreciate that, but that’s only if he finds out about it. 

Honestly, if anything he should take a nap before dinner, but he at least wants to get the background checks going–on Carl, yes, but especially on the Waterton Agency and every single person working for it from top and bottom. He clearly didn’t go in-depth enough the first time, and clearly needed to be approaching said checks more proactively. And aggressively. 

He’s not going to pretend that he wouldn’t have had them come for the consultation either way once the agency had told him that it had a potentially suitable candidate for Lor’s needs, because given the situation he absolutely would have, but he’d at least have preferred to be forewarned before he was standing in his own damn parlor with a beta who was offering to get an oblivious omega who only might be a legal adult mated to a convenient stranger in case either he or Lois decided to take advantage of an employee who was at best half their ages, dammit. 

He definitely would’ve preferred to be forewarned about that, actually. Just–very definitely. His cortisol levels were already high enough as it was. 

Bruce very badly needs to sleep tonight. At least six hours uninterrupted, barring acts of either God, gods, or Gotham. 

“Need another pair of eyes on that?” Clark asks. Bruce wonders how the most emotionally healthy person in this conversation is missing the fact that he's trying to leave him alone with his husband so she can help him with said emotional health like he clearly needs. 

Then again, Clark might just be trying to avoid that particular conversation for as long as possible. 

“Maybe one or two,” Bruce says, since he does understand why Clark might not be ready to have that conversation yet, but also isn’t letting the self-loathing idiot escape Lois’s sphere of influence that easily. Not that Lois really needs his permission to insert herself in a situation no matter whose den they’re currently in, but he might as well give her the clear in. 

“Er–” Clark starts, and Lois gives them both a speculative, assessing look and then says, “Yeah, we can do that, can’t we, honey.” 

“We left the paperwork in my office. Plenty of room for three,” Bruce says, then gestures politely towards the hall. “Though I’m going to need to make a quick stop on the way, so why don’t you two just meet me there?” 

“No problem,” Lois says. Clark . . . sighs, then smiles a little wryly. A little sadly, too, but that’s likely unavoidable right now. 

“You’re both merciless,” he says. 

“No idea what you’re talking about, honey,” Lois says, offering him her arm with her usual sly smile. There’s a bit more compassion behind the expression than she’d need for a different conversation, but that’s just as unavoidable as Clark’s smile being a little sad is right now. Bruce doesn’t actually know if they’re even going to talk–that’s up to Clark, more than anyone else–but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to do his damnedest to give them at least a moment before Clark feels like he has to go back to pretending nothing’s wrong. 

“Won’t be a moment,” Bruce lies easily, and then heads off to do just that. 

They’re in his territory, after all, and on top of that they’re both pack to him. He’s going to give them every damn thing he can provide, whether it’s something as simple as a moment alone to breathe or as necessary as the room to have a difficult conversation or as painful as a stranger to do something they just can’t. 

Whether that stranger is actually someone who should even be here at all, or is someone who might need just as much help himself. Might be a victim, or unsafe, or just alone and unprotected. 

Carl is an employee, obviously, and not one who means anything like the Lane-Kent pack does to the Wayne pack, but as long as he’s in Bruce’s territory too . . . well, Bruce can multitask a little, if it comes to it. Especially if potentially helping a stray omega who might be in a questionable situation will definitely help keep Clark’s new pup from starving to death right in front of them. 

Multitasking, again. 

So whoever Carl Krummett is and whatever happened to him and wherever he came from, they’re not getting him back anytime soon. 

Not as long as Bruce has anything to say about it, anyway. 

[ifellintothestyx]

The funny thing about JC defenders is that they always try to argue that JC refusing to cover the Wens and side with WWX was the correct political move. In the short term, perhaps, but in the long term, that was proven wrong in the books themselves.

(It's even funnier thinking that correct political moves exist in a bullshit political system that blatantly serves only the gentry, is held together by hearsay and rumors, and has no actual system of laws that can serve as a basis to accuse, judge, or punish someone.)

So how was JC's refusal to side with WWX and the Wens considered the "correct political move"? Reasons include that the Jiang sect was still recovering from the war, that going against the Jins would result in another war that would end in major losses on the Jiang sect's side, and that the Wens weren't and shouldn't have been a priority for JC at all.

Let's clear a few things up. The Jiang clan was not the only clan recovering, so were the Nies and the Lans. In the aftermath of the war, it's not explicitly stated how well the other sects were doing, so we couldn't really tell if the Jiangs were worse off than the other three. It could be noted, however, that the Jins retained much of their wealth and influence, so much so that Jin Guangyao was able to take the position of Chief Cultivator with little to no opposition. The main point, though, is that at that moment in the aftermath of the war, we could not easily assume the Jiangs were the worst off, as the other three sects also lost many disciples in the war, and we didn't really know how much the other sects recovered.

For the second reason, if a major war somehow did happen again, this time Jiangs vs everyone else, everyone else would lose. WWX's presence single-handedly helped them win the war against the Wens. A war between the Jiangs and the jianghu would be based on numbers, which reflects the war between the Wens and the jianghu. The Wens had more disciples, and no matter how many LWJs or NMJs you got up your sleeve, numbers make a big difference in war. That's why WWX's skills were a critical part in winning: he is a one-man army of thousands. He could easily make up for the gap in numbers. That's why the Jins kept trying to get rid of him—they were nervous about so much power belonging to only one faction: the Jiangs. JGS couldn't exactly claim his desired role as Chief Cultivator if a younger, smarter, and more powerful individual was still around to keep him in check.

Finally, we get to the part of why I'm making this long-ass post on a caffeine-driven rage. See, the point of trying to stop a powerful faction from committing atrocities is to stop them from thinking they can do it whenever they like. The Jins were given a pass to do whatever the hell they wanted to a small, outcasted faction (the Wens), and they proceeded to take that pass as a pass for everything else. Nobody stopped them from torturing the Wens, so what's stopping them from allowing a mass murderer like XY to run wild in an attempt to create their own WWX? Definitely not NMJ, hahaha, because, y'know, the hypocrites in the gentry have already decided that whatever the Jins do is alright so long as it's not their problem. An exterminated clan isn't their priority. So, what was stopping XY from going out and doing it again to SL's sect? Absolutely nothing! Because the Jins could cover it up and no one could say a word despite how suspicious it was, because hey, remember what happened to the last guy that spoke up against the Jins?

Calling out the Jins on their crimes against the Wens, who were elderly and children save for WQ and WN (who JC owed his damn life and core to), would have created a precedent of not allowing massive crimes to slide under the radar. But because the opposite happened, because nobody fucking realized that apathy and selfishness don't fucking help in the long run, two sects were exterminated because JGS and JGY were basically given an "okay, fine, just keep that bullshit away from us". That's not actual justice. That's not "morally grey". Allowing people in power to trample over others just because it doesn't affect you personally is not sustainable, because what happens when it's you they've decided to trample over? Are you going to complain? Are you going to look to others for help, when you personally couldn't be bothered to offer your hand to those who suffered? When the reason the people trampling over you gained that power is because you allowed it?

The unopposed killing of WWX and the Wens led to the political climate that allowed the massacres of two sects because the Jins were trying to protect and satisfy their pet project. It led to the murder of NMJ because JGS/JGY wanted to keep people from checking their power. If JC couldn't find it in his heart to be sympathetic to the Wens, fine, but at the very least, he should have considered the potential harm in rolling over and giving a political faction too much power.

[fazfuri]

OHH, back here again, So ready for my round of weird and unnecessarily long questions??? bc I simply CAN'T summarize, God is a huge flaw. But well. I swear I'll take a break later so I don't clutter ur Tumblrs. Ok

So, since we're talking about "DEITYSHINE" (I'll call it that, I hope u don't mind pls). So my questions are:

During the time deity shared moments with the king—as depicted in the comic, f examp—was he also visible to the rest of the palace staff and other mortals? (We know children could see him in dreams, according to another animation.) But were adults also able to perceive his presence? If so, were they aware that the king had direct contact with a deity? Did they interact with him as well? Did they worship him in some way, as if he were a cult?

[I'm very intrigued to know this… especially since I wouldn't know how to react if I were to find out that others had also benefited from the deity's kindness in the same way as the king]

To finish, this might not count as a question at all, but more as a HC… but it goes like this: considering the obvious relationship between the king and deity- (Note: this idea came from a scene in the "WOFM" animation, where the king seems to be attending to royal affairs while deity watches him from afar with an adorable and playful expression, as if lovingly watching over him—I'm not sharing the image to maintain anonymity, haha), I was wondering the following:

Given that the king, due to his position, surely had to interact with many people of different ranks—commoners, nobles, and even princesses—is it possible that at some point he had some kind of connection or flirtation with any of them? If so, would the deity have been jealous of his "Starshine"? personally, I can perfectly imagine him playfully flirting just to see how his "Lord" would react, I have no proof but no doubts either (so consider it a HC if it's not canon in ur AU). Could Deity have watched him more cautiously, even a little uneasy? After all, kings often have formal meetings with other royal figures, don't they? And with "Starshine" being so attractive, I imagine it even more likely. I love imagining Deity jealous, confused, and then confronting him with some reproach for his "boldness," while the king defends himself with some mischievous or charming response.

[Haha, okay, I think that's enough for today; that's the problem with having a fanatical basicwriter from ur AU. OkOk, Bye]

1. Oh he's definitely visible alright, he has a physical body from the start. People loved him, worshipped him, built altars, created a religion (Patreon/Kofi exclusive explains it), and even hosted festivals for him.

2. Hahaha...

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OMG I FORGOT TO PUT THE ANONYMOUS OPTION HAHAHA😭 so, again! i really love your works so i’ve been thinking… who is mtl to have jealous sex in en- hyung line?

No prob anon! Damn, damn, daaaamn. I had so much fun writing this. 😭 (In some scenarious i wrote it as if y/n tried to make hyung line jealous hehe.)

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ꕤ Surprisingly, I think Jake would be the one that would have jealous sex the most out of enha. I just know he gets jealous so easily and craves your attention like 24/7. So if you would give another man your attention instead of him? That would make his blood boil. The problem with Jake though, is that he would not be able to hide his emotions, and you would know pretty quick when he was jealous. So when you were, in his opinion, flirting with Heeseung while eating dinner at a restaurant with the group, he would be so jealous. Maybe even a little bit angry. How dare you make him jealous when you know how much he loves you? He wouldn't even wait to fuck the shit out of you at home, no. He was going to do it in the restaurant. With his hand on your arm, he drags you with him to the bathroom, and doesn't waste any time before pulling up your skirt and pounding into you. If you tried to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, he would slap the hand away, wanting everyone to know who you belong to. "Do you think Heeseung could fuck you like this huh?", "Such a dirty slut craving everyones attention"

ꕤ Jay would also get jealous often, but not as easily as Jake. I think Jay has more self control, and would fight back the urge to fuck the shit of you when you tried to make him jealous, until he couldn't anymore. He could handle you sitting on the couch, whispering and giggling to Sunghoon as if he was the funniest person ever, grabbing his arm and leaning into him. He knew that you were doing it on purpose, trying to rile him up. He would try to keep himself calm by taking heavy breaths. But when it got too much, and when he got too angry, was when he saw Sunghoon grabbing your thigh in an attempt to flirt with you. It wouldn't take long before Jay grabbed you, lifted you up with one arm, being able to carry you on his shoulder to his bedroom. Istg he would be so rough with you, not as rough as Jake, but still. Damn, he knew how to fuck you good when jealous.

ꕤ I think Heeseung wouldn't be as jealous as often as the other two, and especially if he could see that you tried to make him jealous. So, when you came up with a plan to make Heeseung jealous because you thought it would be funny, it would end up with him only thinking you were cute for trying to piss him off. It was so obvious, the way you leaned back on the kitchen counter, looking deep into Jake's eyes, flirting, as if Heeseung didn't see you glancing at him so see if he was looking at you. He knew what you wanted, trying to make him have 'jealous sex' with you, thinking it would make him extra rough with you. They way he would teeease about it though. You suddenly see the way Heeseung was looking at you, tilting his head while cooking his eyebrow, his hand on his cock and a sly smirk on his lips. It wouldn't take long before you were under him in his bedroom. "You are so cute when you try to make me jealous, baby"

ꕤ Sunghoon has too much confidence to give a shit. Like, he don't need to be jealous to fuck the shit out of you, he does that every time you have sex. If something, he would be irritated that you even tried to make him jealous. Wasn't his mean demeanour enough? Wasn't the way he would be so rough, so dominant, just so demanding enough for you? Did you actually want more? Oh, he would give you more alright. He would fuck you the hardest out of all of the hyung line, but it wouldn't be beacuse he was jealous, and deffinitaly not because he saw the way you would touch Jay's bicep in front of him. No, it would be because he knew what your motive was. His little slut wanted him to actually fuck you even harder than what he already did. "If you wanted me to fuck you harder, you could've just asked kitten"