#that fucking laugh halfway thru help me

[kindahoping4forever]

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[kuiinncedes]

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[love-fictional-ppl]

Sooo... What if you did some fluffy angst with a pro-hero Bakugo (and his hearing problems of course) with a pro-hero reader who has REALLY bad hearing problems but doesn't tell anyone and tries really hard to hide it. Ahhhh. I feel like this is hard to explain but since like, he has hearing problems of whatever he'd pick up on the hints that you're hearing is shit and what not. I hope you get what I'm asking for 😭🙏

Ok so I hope this is what you’re asking for, also I just want to put a disclaimer out there for everybody that I am not somebody who experiences hearing loss so feel free to let me know if anything written is offensive, incorrect, etc.

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Birds of a Feather

Summary: look at the request silly’s😋😋

Pairings: hard of hearing!prohero!katsuki bakugou x deaf!gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, language, Bakugou & reader reads lips and knows ASL, Bakugou wears hearing aids, crying, low self esteem lowkey, Obsession on both ends, L word, kinda ooc Bakugou

A/N: I wanted to make this longer but like I kinda got writers block halfway thru😭😭

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Being deaf was hard on you, always the target of bullies in school. Pitied by everyone else, talking slow and loud thinking it will help you hear them. Hey dumb fuck, I can’t hear you. You wanted to scream at everybody, then one day through tinder you met Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki was the most relatable person you probably ever met. Angry, blunt, hard of hearing, overall an introvert. You swiped left on his profile, you suddenly felt obsessed with him. Quickly you realized he was pro-hero Dynamight.

You and Bakugou talked for what felt like an eternity, an eternity of bliss. Eventually Katsuki asked you out on a date. You met at a cafe, apparently his favorite.

It was pretty easy for you to pass as “normal”, if you focused on his lips and watched their movements you could tell what he was saying. He doesn’t have to know.

What you didn’t know, Katsuki was as obsessed with you as you were him. He felt drawn to you, that how he wound up stalking your social media accounts. Through that stalking, he quickly realized what most dumb men likely wouldn’t, you were deaf. He figured you wanted to tell him on your own, so he pretended he didn’t know better.

Then, you two started dating and suddenly katsuki had to pretend he didn’t know better for months. You slipped up a lot of times and made it obvious but he didn’t care, he loves you.

It started getting hard to pretend he didn’t notice, considering you recently moved in with him. Katsuki concocted a plan in his head to tell you he knew so you could both move forward. You both felt the tension between you.

Sitting down for dinner one day, you and katsuki were both enjoying the meal you had cooked for the two of you. You sat directly across each other at the table. Katsuki made sure to turn his hearing aid on, he had a habit of turning it off.

You went back and forth talking about each other’s days. “-shitty fucking Deku, thinks he’s better than me.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s aggressive behavior.

Bakugou felt relieved at your delight, he took a deep breath and spoke, “look, I wanna talk to you about somethin’ but I don’t want you to get upset.”

You frowned slightly, “hey, it’s ok. Go ahead and say it.”

Katsuki let out a breath, “we’ve been together for months now. I’ve made it clear with you from the beginning about the fact that I need a hearing aid, there ain’t no judgment. That’s why I wanted you to tell me on your own terms, but anyway I know that you’re hard of hearing or deaf or whatever.”

You were stunned. Your big hunk of a boyfriend, the number two pro-hero was rambling. Even more so, he knew your very well kept secret.

You let out a sigh of relief, “I’m deaf. How did you-“

“You lip read. Also I’ve known since we first met,” Katsuki admitted.

You started sobbing and not because you were sad, but because you were glad to have it out in the opening between you two.

You chuckled and signed, I love you.

Katsuki signed back, I love you too.

“You could have told me, dumb ass.” His words were playful with truth behind them.

“I know it’s just-“ Katsuki must have heard how shaky your voice was.

Once more, he cut you off, “hey, you don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll talk about it another day.”

You couldn’t help but lunge yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. Katsuki securely wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re the only person who has ever understood me,” you admitted into his chest.

“I’d kill for you,” he wasn’t sure why he said, but you both knew it was true.

You chuckled, “just keep holding me.”

And he did.

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Not Proofread!

[milfgyuu]

I haven't sent one of these in a hot minute! The last gifset had me thinking: Sincr it's 🎃time, how about assigning the typical horror movie roles/tropes to Seventeen? Like, we already know Mingyu is The Hot Girl that Dies First™️ 🤣 (grouping them is also fine!)

HELL YEAH, it's spooky time!!!!! I am popping these under a read-more jusssst in case there are some sweet angels on my blog that may be sensitive to the themes or aren't into the horror genre <3

but if you're into SVT and horror film roles/tropes, read below!

Cheol - is surviving. idc. he's giving Chad Michael Murray in House of Wax like he definitely is kind of the asshole with a seedy past in the movie but it's also the reason he is making it out alive because he's fighting back. mf is running around with a tire iron and a gash down the side of his face and he's PISSED.

Jeonghan/Minghao - is taking things a little too...unseriously. like "why are you guys freaking out? ooooh he's gonna getcha!" probably even finds himself getting caught or injured and laughs when everyone gets mad at him because "it was just a joke, omg u guys". definitely turns out to be the killer in the end.

Joshua - god, sorry, but he's the handsome, sweet, innocent boyfriend of the female lead who gets absolutely gutted by the killer in the first half of the movie. Like he is the letterman jacket-wearing jock bf of Drew Barrymore's character in the original Scream. He was truly a bystander but boy is he pretty.

Junhui/Hoshi - He's just a side character but the whole audience loves him! and then he gets kidnapped and disappears halfway thru the movie so everyone assumes he's dead but just when the killer is about to whack the main character he shows up out of nowhere and knocks them out with a fire extinguisher to save them. he's a hero, baby. he still might get got tho :/

Woozi - can we get fluffy for a sec? i know it's horror tropes but this is Thackery Binx from Hocus Pocus, ok? he was kind of a little shit and then he got turned into a cat so now he's chasing around these three idiot kids trying to help them stop the witches from eating all the kids in Salem and he's perpetually irritated at his lack of opposable thumbs bc if he had them, he could just do it all himself.

Wonwoo - he's the dark-knight detective on the case. he's scary, kinda shady, and is likely doing a ton of illegal shit to find leads and force information out of people, but he's not a bad guy. He's been on the case for over a decade and lives off black coffee and cigarettes. definitely makes it to the end and has a hand in taking the killer down.

Mingyu - ok, yes, i still think he's the token slasher-bimbo - like he's the opening kill before the title sequence BUT alternatively, he's the martyr...he's the character you end up loving and then you have to watch as he sacrifices himself so everyone else lives & we love/hate him for it. We weep for him. We write alternate ending fics for him.

Seokmin - Sigh, he's the dad who buys the super-haunted house in a paranormal horror flick. He can't afford to move because he poured his life savings into buying the house. Shit keeps getting progressively worse. His dog chased something into the woods and never came back. His kids are possessed. His wife is floating in the corner and making weird noises. but he's hot - like ryan reynolds in Amityville.

Vernon - bro, he is actually Darry from Jeepers Creepers. I literally can't explain this to you if you haven't watched this CLASSIC and those of you who have seen it...you get it. Like why tf is he ignoring Ms. Dabney????? she's trying to save him and he's like...ok weirdo...i'm gonna go check out that hole where it looks like bodies are being dumped...bye.

Seungkwan - he's not going in that fuck-ass house dude. he's not doing it. he will stand guard with whatever makeshift weapon he can find and he's talking mad shit about everyone and their stupid plan the whole time he's waiting. he is, however, a good friend, and he will run into the house the first time he hears someone scream. is soooo pissed when he finds out it was over nothing and now he's stuck with everyone else in the death trap.

Chan - he is the planner, the optimist, the strategist. he is getting everyone the hell out and he's got the brains and balls to pull it all off. like, my boi is setting traps as if he's Freddie in Scooby Doo. He is pissing the killer off left and right. definitely gets himself in a pinch - almost meets his end - and still, somehow finds a way to live.

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

[shivvroys]

hot faced, lamb woman

shivlina oneshot

prompt: calm and collected karolina helping shiv thru a panic attack

cw: panic attacks, some self-harming behaviour

takes place during “the disruption”

read below or on ao3

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“Good fucking man. Big fucking—fuck!”

The shame and the anger burn down her throat like acid—like a hard candy that refuses to melt, toughening the tender flesh around it like a rock.

Big fucking man, her brother.

The keeper she’d been sworn to keep. The sinking stone she refuses to let go of.

The walk to the bathroom feels interminable and by the time the door swings shut behind her she can catalogue each person’s eye-size from the holes they’ve burnt in the back of her head—her father’s gaze carved straight across her forehead. 

As she grips the cool granite of the sink, not daring to look at her own reflection yet, she briefly wonders whether the speaker had malfunctioned and started skipping in place on that goddamn infernal chorus, or whether the noise was only still trapped within her own head.

When she finally looks up, her face is red and pulsing like a fresh wound—an ugly scab ripped wide open. The whites of her eyes are tinged pink, the small vessels betraying her and driving blood straight to her pupils.

What good have they done, her eyes? Always staring down at her own grasping hands instead of the road marked clearly ahead.

Without thinking, she brings a hand up and slaps herself—quick and sharp, the particles of dust floating in the air barely shifting around her wrist. She watches the skin on her cheek turn white, before all the blood rushes back to her face, flooding it in pink. She does it again. And again. And again.

She thinks, for a moment, that Kendall couldn’t take it. Any of it—the sham title, the empty speech, the public humiliation on top of it all. He didn’t have the guts for it. Not even the fucking slapping. He’d take one punch, maybe two, before he’d start to swear and stutter and swing around a righteous pointed finger like a mighty fucking sword. Start talking about right and wrong. And always missing the fucking point.

That sometimes there is no point—that taking it is the fucking point. She can take it, though. She’ll show him.

She stills her hand just short of leaving a bruise, refusing to give the peanut gallery another reason to gawk.

There’s a gasping breath caught in her throat that refuses to sputter out, a space her lungs can’t quite fill out as they try to expand. She feels stilted, and awkward—like she’s got unfinished business, but decides to splash some water on her face and walk out nonetheless.

She dries her face, picking off the crumbling bits of cheap paper towel, eyes locked in on her own reflection as if it might try to run away.

Before she gets the chance to get out, the bathroom door swings open and she turns her head to see Karolina cautiously taking in the room. Like she’d been expecting to walk into a bloodbath.

“Hey.” she says, not giving away much. Her body remains halfway out of the room.

Shiv swallows back a mocking laugh, not particularly enjoying being approached like a spooked horse.

“What, they want me back for curtain call?”

Karolina shakes her head. “We cut it short. I thought we might reschedule it.”

She tilts her head, meeting Karolina’s gaze with a raised brow. Her hands seek out the cold granite again.

“Great, maybe I can prepare a fucking dance, too.”

Karolina doesn’t acknowledge the outburst, but she takes a silent step forward, fully entering the room before letting the door thud softly behind her.

“I’m sorry, Shiv.”

Shiv lets her head hang limply, braced between her slouched shoulders. She throws the other woman a weak laugh. “No, don’t steal his thunder, Karolina. You know he’d hate that.”

“Still, I was in charge of the event. I should have seen it coming. I’m sorry.”

Karolina speaks loud enough for the words to bounce around the tiled walls and dig straight into Shiv’s eardrums. She doesn’t say it like she necessarily means it, like it’s something that has anything to do with how she feels, but with what’s true—the fact of the matter.

It isn’t much, but it isn’t nothing.

Shiv decides to change the subject. “What’d Dad have to say?”

In the water-stained mirror she watches Karolina barely suppress an eye-roll.

“He’s angry, naturally.”

“Naturally.” Shiv scoffs. Her face is still red and puffy. Her chest still strains against some phantom cage. “Has it gotten out?”

“We’re trying to keep it within the building, but…” she sighs, crossing her arms. “You know how these things go.”

She does. She’d spent years juggling this exact type of bullshit—some senator’s husband’s asshole pics, a congressman scratching his balls during a veteran’s speech—everything and anything average America could ever consider entertainment.

Rarely has she ever been the one facing the eye of the storm, though. Not since her early college days, at least. Depending on the state she would get a different s adjective added to her name—scandalous, self-destructive, sneaky. Her mother’s favorite by far had been The Sun’s Sloshed Siobhan, shiny and big, neatly tucked underneath a picture of her passed out across the backseat of some C-list DJ’s shitty BMW.

A wave of nausea washes over her. It feels like her lungs can’t quite catch all the air they need. Her face looks redder.

Karolina takes a step forward.

In the bathroom mirror, her face looks ivory next to Shiv’s—all smooth bone next to her bleeding wound of a face. She wonders how it feels, how taut the intricate strings holding Karolina together are held. What she’d look like if all of them snapped at once.

“It won’t last the week on Twitter.”

Shiv laughs at the poor attempt at optimism, which makes Karolina breathe out a soft chuckle of her own.

The more she laughs, the less Shiv can see herself. The more her hands feel like they’re shaking with purpose. So she lets it take over. She laughs loudly until she feels herself choking with all that fucking laughter, until it begins to hurt. Until her chest feels tight and each breath shoots out of her throat like a spear. Until she can’t open her eyes for all the joy pouring out of them. This time, when her ears flood it is with the sound of her own laughter. The hard candy lodged in her throat sours. The collar of her shirt tightens around her neck like a noose, and she starts clawing at it blindly, only managing to snap off the thin chain of her necklace. Tears start burning red-hot trails down her cheeks.

Besides her, Shiv is vaguely aware of being asked something which she assumes must be an inquiry into her current state of wellbeing. The idea of being asked if she’s okay while she feels like she’s being suffocated by the raw flesh of her own esophagus amuses her, so she lets out another horrible, gasping attempt at laughter.

For a split second she feels her arms being ripped off, and she begins to struggle against the force holding them back, before she realizes Karolina’s stepped closer to her, and was trying to ease the blazer off of her shoulders. She stills her movements, letting the other woman slide the fabric all the way off. As the cool air hits her bare arms, she feels a slight wave of relief, before the knot in her throat sinks her down again.

She faintly hears Karolina urging her to breathe, which makes her want to burst out in laughter again, though she manages to suppress it this time, shaking her head instead.

Unable to keep her hands still any longer, she begins pounding her fist against her chest, urging her heart to stop its frantic writhing. It doesn’t work, though the rhythmic thud of her hand against her breastbone and the dull ache it leaves feel almost soothing.

It doesn’t last long, and again she feels an invisible force, this time wrapping itself around her wrist, holding it back. Her eyes are stinging, and keeping them open is difficult, but she manages to throw Karolina a dirty look before relenting. Sensing she doesn’t take kindly to soothing words, Karolina doesn’t say anything, just guiding her hands into the sink gently. As cold water starts pouring over her hand, Karolina turns her wrist over and positions it directly under the stream.

The shock of cold feels heaven sent, though it only lasts a couple of seconds.

“Fucking sensors.”

She watches Karolina wave her own hand in front of the tap until the water starts running again. Her other hand is still cradling Shiv’s wrist.

They stay like that for a while, Karolina swearing softly each time the water timer stops. Slowly, Shiv manages to focus all of her attention on the coolness shooting up her hand, and the steady hand holding it. The knot in her throat eases enough to let a quiet thanks slip through her lips. She lets her head hang down, hair shielding her face from Karolina’s gaze.

Karolina must feel her own hand growing numb under the cold stream of water, so she takes Shiv’s hand, still cradling it like it’s made of soft sand, and rests it on the sink’s edge. With her thumb, she stars running small circles over Shiv’s pulse point. Hypnotized by the carefully measured movement, it takes a while for Shiv to realize the booming noise inside her head had stopped, and she can hear Karolina’s own breathing. She tunes into it like a song on an old radio she’s trying to sing along to, pushing her own heaving breaths out until they reach a clumsy harmony.

Karolina doesn’t say anything, but she nods her along like a proud teacher. Still dizzy and numb, the only thing Shiv can do is nod her own head in return.

Continuing their truce of silence, Karolina finally releases her hand, moving to dampen a paper-towel that she instructs Shiv to place at the nape of her neck. She does so, and feels a few errant drops of water run down her back, sending shivers throughout her entire body, as if it’s suddenly come alive from a deep slumber.

After she’s done, she hands it back to Karolina, and begins the heavy task of cleaning her face. There’s a pool of shame gathered at the pit of her stomach, but she can’t quite bring herself to spare it any attention, her dignity long since discarded with her blazer.

When she’s managed to rub off all of the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, she wordlessly accepts another paper towel, and pats her face dry, once again picking off the crumbled up bits gathered along her temples.

Throughout all of it, Karolina sits by her side—a silent witness to her unraveling, neither flinching nor smothering. A steady rock to rest her head upon.

She tries to come up with something to say, but Karolina spares her discomfort and hands Shiv back her blazer. She pulls out her phone, typing away at it silently as Shiv plasters on whatever shred of dignity she’d managed to scrape off the bathroom floor.

“We have a statement ready, I just forwarded it.” she says, once she senses Shiv’s ready.

Taking one last steadying breath, Shiv nods.

“Yeah, thanks.”

She pulls the bathroom door open and manages to keep her eyes from flinching at the sudden burst of light rushing over her. Only a few steps in, she feels a light pressure over her elbow.

“Oh, Shiv.”

She turns to see Karolina holding the small necklace she’d snapped off earlier. Holding her hand out, she lets Karolina drop the thin chain into her open palm, her fingers twitching slightly as the tips of Karolina’s fingers brush across her skin.

“Thanks.”

Karolina nods, her lips caught somewhere between a smile and a sigh.

[crack-whore-who-fuckedup-already]

Be My Witness

Part 4 - Turn of the 21st Century

Word Count: 5414

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel,Reader x Stolas, (eventual) intimate!platonic Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warning!!- mentions of abuse (physical and sexual), heavyish (and in one instance, non consensual) drug use, alcohol use, light descriptions of blood, rich people

A/N: heyooo!! this chapter IS indeed linear just very fast paced until the end of the chapter! which goes into a plot line that i thought of LITERALLY as i was already halfway thru writing this part. its gonna be fun tho so stick with me and lets see where this goes! i promise we'll be getting to the characters and plot of HH vEry soon!! :)

Y/n intended on keeping the details about that day to herself.

Apart from the trauma of rehashing the moment, she also didn't want to upset Angel anymore. She knew that he put up with his own load of shit when it came to Valentino. She didn't see a point in piling her own on top.

Angel left room for the conversation, of course. He didn't want her to think she couldn't talk to him about it.

But every time that heavy, tense pause came around in the conversation, she always pushed on with a forced twitch of her lips and an uncomfortable huff of air. Then she'd change the subject.

Angel tried not to let it get to him. He wanted to be there, to hear her out and help unburden her mind. It nearly frustrated him that she was always so quick to avoid talking about it.

But then, only a week or so after Y/n's scary encounter, Angel showed up at her door. Leaning awkwardly against the post, sporting a shiner, he held his side carefully and painfully.

Y/n was quick to usher him inside.

Even though seeking out Y/n had been his first instinct, Angel remembered then why exactly she didn't want to talk about the things Valentino does to them behind closed doors.

A new step in their relationship had been reached that evening .

As best he tried, Angel couldn't hide his nerves from her. He sat down on her sofa, slinging his bag onto the floor next to him.

Minding his jittery exterior, she joined him silently on the couch. 

Angel couldn't bring himself to say anything other than a string of courses. No names were given but she already knew who it was directed at.

She wanted to laugh. Just a small chuckle, to ease some tension and let him know she understood, but it clearly wasn't the time for that. 

Angel's chest began to heave with panicked attempts at breathing. His two lower hands gripped the arm of the sofa and his upper two held his shaking head. 

Y/n tried soothing him in any way she could think of, but nothing seemed to work; he just got more and more agitated. She stopped trying to use words or touch, and went straight for what he did best. Arguably, even better than sex.

She leaned over and snatched up his bag and, not bothering to ask permission, she rummaged through it. Finally, she pulled away with his makeup-turned-stash bag. She could feel his eyes on her.

There wasn't much in it right now. A couple of joints, a lighter, a small compact mirror, and a baggie of fine white powder. Bingo.

She snatched up the baggie and poured out two lines on her coffee table, then sat back for Angel to take over.

He did immediately. But when he pulled away, he had left one of the lines. He straightened, pausing to let the high hit, then he fell back against the couch with a heavy, relieved sigh.

“Fuck. That's exactly what I needed…” he breathed.

Y/n watched him for a minute. All the strain in his muscles eased away and he was finally taking deeper breaths. She could practically feel the relief radiating off of him.

She looked at the leftover line on the table.

Decades she had fought this temptation. She found motivation in her human death and hellish rebirth to find a way forward that wasn't dependent on substance. And making her movies had made that so easy. But now she got the feeling that that was all over. 

The last time Y/n had a bump, she was still alive on Earth. The cocaine craze had been entering a low point in the years before she died so it wasn't really her choice of drug. And she didn't have much experience with it to begin with. Especially when she had cabinets full of medical grade shit right in front of her. 

But difficult times….

Uncertainty flooded her mind, followed quickly by complete indifference. If Valentino was going to take one of the only good things she had, she was done being on her best behavior. There was no reason to be anymore.

She moved on impulse; leaning in close, plugging a nostril, and inhaling deeply in one swift swoop. 

When she sat back, Angel grabbed her shoulder. Y/n looked at him evenly. In his eyes was a mix of concern and excited disbelief, a total opposite to the pained scowl that donned his face only a few minutes ago.

He started with a chuckle. “You got quite the pair on you, sugar.” Then he turned serious, hands moving to hers. “You sure you'll be okay?”

He wasn't just talking about the drugs. That only came about because of what had happened a couple days ago, and he knew that. They both did. No, now he was confronting her about what she had been avoiding since that day. 

Until now, it had been a difficult question to answer. But as the stimulant hit her system, she found her reply came much easier than before. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt a surge of boldness take hold of her.

Y/n reached for his face, grasping it firmly but tenderly in her hands. 

“I am now,” she said, a glint in her eye.

And that was the beginning of a new era. 

It was tame enough to start. The duo would go out clubbing nearly every night, against Valentinos wishes, consuming any drug they could get their hands on. 

It was an exhilarating new look on Y/n that Angel had never seen before. 

Meanwhile, Valentino was quick to put them back to work. Never mind that the bruises he had dealt her hadn't even fully healed yet. 

Valentino’s voice crackled through the phone. “Y/n. You've missed call-time thrice now, and time is money... Do you want me to come get you myself?” His voice was sickly sweet. It made her stomach churn. 

She answered quickly but quietly. “No, Val.”

“Then…?”

“It's just…” She paused heavily, afraid of what his reaction might be. “I'm still… bruised.” 

An airy little giggle floated through the line.

“That's what your gift is for, mami.” 

As she suspected, every week, there was a new porno for Y/n to shoot. And every week, she came in, wired off whatever drug she and Angel had gotten themselves into that week. 

Eventually, Valentino summoned Y/n to his office, though it took her a few days to gather the courage to face him. It would be the first time she'd be seeing him in person since he had roughed her up. 

Entering Val's office, she was greeted by his mischievous smile, him, perched on his desk. She didn't like it one bit. 

He had ruined himself for her and she couldn't look at him the same anymore.

Before, he had been her facilitator of dreams. They came at a cost but it was a small price to pay. Now she was still paying that cost and was getting nothing in return. Save for the housing, income and so called “protection”. 

A decade it took for her to regret her deal, as it turned out.

“Mami,” he drawled. “It took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me…”

She held her tongue, swallowing the wicked comment she so very badly wanted to spit at him.

“You'll be happy to hear, your newest films are doing amazing. Especially that first one,” his chest rumbled with laughter. “Audiences really liked the rawness of it.” 

Y/n stifled the chill that threatened to tear down her back. Instead, she forced herself to maintain his eye contact.

“Listen, mami. I've decided you and I are going to embark on our own little business venture together."

Now what the fuck did that mean? He was just putting her in her place about how she wasn't bringing in enough money, now he wanted her to head some campaign with him? Y/n was bristling. This demon's audacity never fucking ends.

“What do you want?” She bit.

Val's smile deepened as he stood, and Y/n braced herself. For what she wasn't sure, but after how he had left her last time…

His hands found her shoulders and guided her towards the loveseat in the corner of the room, sitting her down. Her ears twitched nervously when he sat closely beside her.

“Bueno, primero,” he took her hand, examining it delicately. “I need one final test run.” 

If it had processed faster, she would have fought him on it. But he was moving before he finished talking, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a small knife.

He nicked her quick on the flesh of her palm.

His grasp on her wrist tightened and he brought her hand up to his face. She tried to pull away but it only made his grip hurt more.

Frustration sat thick in her throat, silently furious as his tongue slipped out to collect a droplet of her blood.

His intrusion didn't stop there. He took his thumb and ran it over her fresh wound, collecting more crimson. Finally, he brought it up to her lips and swiped it across them, smearing red like lipstick. 

Defeated tears welled in her eyes as she looked into his. 

Full of intrigue, he raised an expectant brow at her before she finally succumbed, swiping her tongue over her lip.

The next few minutes went by grudgingly slow. 

After Val was satisfied with her obedience, he leaned her back against the arm of the sofa. 

She didn't fight him. 

He had his way with her while he waited for results, running his hands over her body, his lips following suit. She let him inflict his will on her, again. She figured, better let him have his way like this, instead of beating on her. 

It seemed Val was starting to feel it, taking more time than usual to explore her body, tracing every stripe and dot. Kissing her hips like he'd never felt the sensation of skin on his lips before. 

She only noticed her own high when his kisses started slowing down. She had been too busy fighting off her emotions to notice when the first stages had kicked in. But now, the visuals were beginning.

They both slowed. Val in his soft afflictions on her body, and her in her inward struggle against him.

The ceiling above Y/n fractured and shifted, swirling like something was trying to break through dimensions. The colors weren't as vibrant as she'd seen them before, closer to pastels against the dark, shadowy ceiling. She only watched, relatively accustomed to the psychedelic visuals. 

Valentino sat up suddenly and surveyed the room, his gaze landing on her lastly. Still on the couch, he kneeled over her reclined body, trapping her beneath him.

“Mami.” 

His breath blew across her face, making her look at him. Never mind that he was already looming over the length of her.

“Yes, Valentino?”

“We're gonna make so much money.”

There was no discussion to be had, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. She advocated, pleaded, begged. 

Val would have none of it.

He was lucky he had posted security outside his office or she would have taken off into the night. But they snatched her up and threw her back into the room with him. 

After Val managed to talk and sit her back down on the couch, he called out for one of his workers who rushed in with a rolling tray. There were various things on it; gauze, alcohol wipes, a handful of glass vials, a small surgical blade. 

“Just a little to start,” Valentino promised, leaving her with an incision on her upper right arm. 

And he was true to his word. Of the three sessions they had in the first month, he only took four or five vials. 

But then he started getting more and more greedy. Calling her over more often, making her stay, and bleed, longer. He went from simple bloodletting to full on blood drives.

Surgical blades were replaced by butterfly needles, glass vials taken over by baggies on a drip stand. 

Val was generous enough to get her an IV, but it only helped so much. 

Even Angel had started making comments about how pale or sickly she looked anytime he came over. 

Valentino only told her she looked sexy as ever.

This business venture was the exact thing she had been avoiding by keeping this knowledge to herself. It seemed all her worst fears were coming true in a matter of weeks. Her mind couldn't keep up with all the decisions being made for her, she just pushed herself along so that Valentino didn't kill her. Or whatever the equivalent to that was now.

Before she knew it, the next decade passed. I guess fearing for you life makes the years flash by before your eyes. Or maybe it was the immeasurable amount of drugs and alcohol she and Angel souped themselves up on daily to cope with their boss.

Valentino had really stepped up to the plate towards the end of the 80s. When he saw an opening, he seized it, effectively claiming a chunk of territory for himself in the Entertainment District, and earning himself the official title of a Sovereign Overlord. 

The first couple of years, he was very distracted with all his new and heightened tasks; keeping souls and demons under control, maintaining territory borders, expanding where he could, etcetera, etcetera...

Y/n saw him less and less, and took advantage of that while she could, skipping out on her doctors appointments, as Val had come to call them. 

That didn't last long though. 

Valentino himself began accompanying her to her appointments. 

He had made his point clear to her the first time he'd stopped by to pick her up, giving her a dislocated shoulder before hauling her off to her session. Nevertheless, he showed up outside her apartment on the dot, every time after that.

"You know, I've got the hang of my appointment schedule now, Val. You really don't have to waste your time playing chaperone," she coaxed.

Valentino smiled wryly. "Its no problem, mami. You know I enjoy seeing you so..." He looked her up and down. "Vulnerable."

One of the brighter sides of this decade was when Angel met Cherri Bomb. If Angel was a connoisseur of drugs, Cherri was whatever came after that.

Her knowledge and ability to mix narcotics was like none other Y/n had seen before. Aside from knowing the combinations to get the exact results she was looking for, she knew all the best hangover remedies as well.

The three of them were inseparable for a time, gaining them quite the reputation of being reckless and destructive. That was mostly Cherri and Angel's doing, as Y/n was naturally the more laid back one. But she was always there, picking them up and half-assedly apologizing on their behalf. 

Unless, of course, she beat both of them to it.

When Y/n did have the energy, she danced. For as long as her body would physically allow her. And then she'd pass out. In their booth, in the bathroom, on the dancefloor. Wherever she happened to be when her body decided it had enough for the night.

When she got like that, Angel was never more than five paces away from her. He had to be ready to scoop her up at a moments notice before she got herself trampled, or worse, stolen away by some perv. Both situations very nearly happening before.

When she dropped, Angel was quick to get her home before heading back out with Cherri. He didn't mind being her lookout one bit. He knew it meant Y/n wasn't thinking about Val or whatever it was that was making her sick.

Speaking of, when he asked her upfront about her health and if she was seeking help, she curtly told him she already had doctors appointments every week. Those doctors weren't doing shit, if you asked Angel. 

He even went to Val, boldly and earnestly telling him that he was very concerned for his friend and coworker. 

Valentino only patronized him before shooing him away.

With Valentino's new territory came new housing opportunities. Val up and packed from the apartment he and Angel shared, and moved to the heart of his territory; an unfinished, abandoned, and severely vandalized building. Val said most of the main part of the structure still needed to be built but that once it was, it would be their central hub of operation. Porn studios, sex shops, strips clubs, anything a twisted mind could come up with.

But in the meantime, Angel moved in with Y/n. 

And while the doe absolutely adored living with him, it made keeping her situation with Val to herself, pretty difficult. 

She had taken to wearing long sleeves around the house. Partly because of the ever present chill deep in her bones. But also because, with all her blood being drained, the needles left bruises. And she simply didn't have the energy to illusion them away when she was home.

She wished keeping this secret was as simple as wearing concealing clothing.

More than once, Angel had literally caught her as she tumbled through their doorway, nearly crashing to the ground. More than once, she's had to convince him that she would be okay, and that Val wasn't hurting her… not directly, anyway. More than once she fell asleep in Angel's warm arms, shivers melted away by his body heat. 

His arms were her new favorite resting place. 

Angel had assumed his role happily, beckoning her to sit with him whenever they were near each other, even if she wasn't looking particularly pale or chilled.

He found comfort in the way she leaned into him fully. Especially at nighttime, when the world got quieter but his thoughts got louder. The weight of her limbs across his antsy body, lulled him to sleep.

Oftentimes, Angel would wake with a jolt in the middle of the night, which in turn woke Y/n.

She would soothe him and ask what's wrong, and he'd recount his unsettling dreams. But whatever awful situation his subconscious put him in, he'd finish with how Y/n always found him. Sometimes, she convinces him to wake from his dream, sometimes she defeats the villains and rescues him from their clutches herself.

Through him, she discovered she had another ability. One she was happy to share.

They experimented together, being able to test the bounds of her newfound gift in the safety of their shared flat. And Angel got some of the best nights of sleep he'd had in a long, long while.

All through the 90s and well into the early 2000s, Y/n, Angel and Cherri ran around the Pentagram, causing chaos and wreaking havoc on whoever dared step in their way.

Val was doing some schedule shifting and, in place of her obligations to film pornos, he sent her out for in-person gigs again. She was grateful to have the opportunity to be back on a stage. 

Back when she was doing films her way, live stage performances were up there with her favorite work to do. It was the one thing she still really looked forward to, despite the patrons wandering hands...

But next to cabarets and dance shows, she was also escorting again. She thought she was going to fancy parties before. Those paled in comparison. 

Huge, lavish mansions and haughty, royal demons. Valentino even took her shopping for clothing better fit for such occasions. And she was appreciative of the new wardrobe… not so much how he looked her up the whole time and insisted on taking her to bed afterward.

Still, she made a joyful routine of getting ready. And the days where Angel was home while she was getting ready, were that much more joyous. It was reminiscent of their early days hanging out together.

“Alright, sugar. You knock ‘em dead tonight.” Angel took her face in his hands and kissed her cheek tenderly. “I'll see you in the morning.”

Y/n nodded in his hands before pulling away. He opened the door for her as she tucked her handbag under her arm, and gathered the skirt of her shimmering purple dress, before finally ducking into the car with a final smile at him.

The chauffeur pulled away from the curb, and suddenly all her nerves came crashing down on her. Angel was disappearing in the distance, and her dress felt too tight and scratchy, her makeup, thick and heavy on her skin. The car was moving too fast and she felt like the back seat was caving in on her. 

She reached for her clutch and swiftly pulled out her own cache of powder, preparing some on her hand and inhaling quickly. She finally let herself relax and watch the world pass by outside the window. 

Eventually, they pulled up to a sizable gate. They passed through after a moment, and made their way around the driveway before the car slowed to a halt. Y/n took another bump, then scrambled to put her stash away as a footman opened the door from the outside. She clipped her purse shut and quickly brushed away the dust on her upper lip.

The footman took her hand and helped her out of the car, allowing her to take a look around. 

The mansion she had just arrived at was bustling with demons, mostly all large in stature, all holding drinks and mingling. The building's purple facade glistened with stars and constellations from the nighttime sky. An earthly view Y/n so desperately missed.

Elegant music drifted out of the grand double doors, enticing her to move her legs. 

She thanked the footman imp and continued up the staircase, ears twitching, listening for the subject of gossip for the night. From what she gathered, there was an upcoming royal marriage and sides were already being taken; bride or groom.

She already felt bad for the couple-to-be. And she didn't even know them.

She made her way inside the ballroom. In the left corner was a small stage and a piano where the music was coming from. To the right, an impressively large open bar.

And directly across from her, at the very end of the breathtaking ballroom, was a chandelier. Jeweled and gleaming, it hung high from the ceiling, but its crystals just about reached the floor, descending in a wide, gentle spiral.

Y/n nestled down at the bar, ordering herself a drink before clocking in. As she waited for her beverage, a pair of servants heatedly conversed behind the counter.

“What do you mean, we don't have more entertainment for the evening?” One said, incredulously.

“I mean,” the other gave a pointed look to the grand piano on the small stage across the room. A plump little imp sat behind it. “I thought I was bookin’ a whole group, but it's just one guy who plays a buncha different instruments. What a load of crap.” He threw his dish rag down. “And now the boss is gonna have my head for it.”

Her drink was placed beside her.

She sipped at it, listening to the two behind her bicker as she watched the little imp over the rim of her glass. 

The demon was focused on the page, following the music quickly with his eyes and fingers. Every once in a while his hand came up to find the corner of his page before flipping it hurriedly. He swayed with the music as he played, keeping tempo for himself.

An idea brewed in Y/n's mind, though she was sure it would get her in trouble with Val. Still, she contemplated for a short second. Then she set her resolve before finishing her drink, and making her way slowly to the pianist. 

She weaved through nobles, softly touching elbows and giving coy smiles. She did her job, being particularly alluring, flirting with anyone who looked her way. 

These avian aristocrats were the most aloof and conceited group of people Y/n had ever worked with. It was a strange new challenge, one she was quick to dominate.

She lifted her chin and sneered right back at any judgmental looks, mirroring arched brows and pursed lips to a T. It was as if these demons wanted her to be rude back at them, because as soon as she was, they actually, finally conversed with her.

She enjoyed playing their little game.

After making a few rounds, she found her way back towards the piano. As she approached, she noticed various instrument cases lined up against the wall behind the imp. They all remained closed.

The pianist didn't look at her as she approached, attention planted firmly on his pages of music. 

Luckily the song was coming to an end, the musician’s fingers slowing before striking a final chord and pulling away. She stepped up then, clearing her throat to pull his attention. 

“Do you know any standards?” She asked assertively, flashing a confident smile. The demon nodded slowly, then started listing songs she had never heard of before. “No, uh.” She laughed awkwardly. “Earth standards? Like from the living world?” 

He gave her an understanding smile paired with a raised finger, asking her for a moment. He turned away to shuffle through his bag.

Meanwhile, Y/n looked back out over the crowd. 

Against one of the windowed walls, near that gorgeous chandelier, was a baldachin of sorts. Jeweled cloths, purple and magenta fabrics, draped delicately next to each other. 

As she admired the assembly of textiles, a tall figure emerged from beneath it. He turned his head towards the small stage where she stood. 

Even with the several feet of distance between them, she could make out his birdish features. Long dark feathers framed his face and protruded up like horns off the top of his head, a large golden crown nestled neatly between them. His sharp eyes seemed to be looking at her accusingly. 

She turned back to the imp.

He had pulled out a binder of sorts, full of sheet music. Y/n moved around to stand behind him now, leaning over his shoulder to take a look as he flipped through his collection. Her tail fluttered happily; this was more than enough for her to work with.

After essentially telling him she was hijacking his set, which he took rather well, they exchanged names and came up with a quick run order. Finally, she set her purse down and stepped back towards the front of the grand piano. The music began and she sang along confidently, filling the room with no extra help of a microphone.

Her impromptu performance turned out to be a wonderful idea. Aside from the attention she garnered, she was able to exercise her mischievous streak and her creative side. It had been a while since her job felt that exciting. It dulled her anxious edge like no drug could.

She smiled graciously at her fellow performer as she grabbed her bag and stepped off the stage. 

He resumed playing his original repertoire.

Y/n intended to head back to the bar and get another drink. She wasn't sure where she could sneak away privately to take another bump of dust now that the adrenaline was subsiding.

But as she turned, she just about ran into a broad, tailored chest. A cape of deep maroon and golden orange adorned his shoulders and rippled onto the ground as he shifted to look at her. 

When she found his face, she recognized him as the bird who had emerged from the baldachin earlier.

Y/n suspected he had status. Every demon at this party did, of course, but not everyone had a crested crown resting atop their heads.

Y/n took a step back and dipped into a curtsy. She held it until she felt him shift again, signifying the end of his obligatory scrutiny. 

“You've made quite the impression, sinner. I thought we might be listening to that damned piano go on and on.” 

She straightened and met his eyes. They looked down at her expectantly.

“Thank you, your highness. Your kind words humble me.” 

If she weren't mistaken, he scoffed under his breath before murmuring, mostly to himself. “Oh, he's going to love you.” He inhaled sharply, getting louder again. “Do you know my name, woman?”

She shook her head softly.

“I am Paimon, King of the Ars Goetia,” he proclaimed, before dropping all formalities. “I've thrown this…” he searched for a word. “Function for my son,” he all but spat disdainfully. “He needs one last hurrah before he gets the old ball and chain.” It almost sounded like he was amused by that. “You are the whore, yes?” 

It came out so casually, she almost forgot to be offended. He was right, of course, but it still stung.

She went to reply but he moved on, signaling with his hand. It was a small, quick flourish, inviting her to follow him. “Come now, you are to be my gift to him.” 

He left her no room for discussion, turning suddenly and walking away towards his point of origin. The crowds of demons shuffled and parted out of his way as he moved. Their eyes watching him pass before flicking back to her as she followed. She held her chin high and took long confident strides, trying to offset her anxiety as she attempted to keep up with him.

She reminded herself sternly of the job she was here to do tonight. And it seems Paimon was going to drop her in the lap of a client.

Stares are a good thing, she told herself, whether they're good or bad.

She had just given them one hell of a spontaneous performance. Of course they'd all be looking. And it only means more potential clients for later.

Her grip on her handbag tightened. She so desperately wanted to tear into her baggie and finish off her supply right now. Instead, she smiled at anyone who she dared make eye contact with. 

She couldn't tell if it satisfied or terrified her, when they would quickly look away and start chatting heatedly yet quietly with those around them. 

There was no time left to mull it over, anyway. 

The royal in front of her ducked under the canopy. She remained just on the outside, partially apprehensive to enter, partially entranced by the sparking chiffon. 

A hand reached out for her, waiting for her to take it. She did, and it brought her forward until she was fully under the fabric she had just been fixated on. 

Besides Paimon, there were three other demons scattered among the couch. They varied in forms, but all remained in the realm of avian, all had glowing red eyes, and all were wearing golden crowns. From what she could tell there was a peacock, an albatross, and an owl. She looked them over and they did the same.

As soon as she remembered herself, she bowed deeply. 

Paimon moved in towards the group.

The owl stood abruptly. 

This bird appeared the youngest of the group. Aside from him being the smallest of the four, his composure wasn't nearly as resolute. 

His top pair of eyes were rooted on her. The bottom, bigger pair flitting back and forth across her face and off to the side. He had no pupils but his emotions were evident. He wrung his hands in front of him, looking like he wanted to say something. He only blinked.

She gave a soft greeting and introduction, looking them all in the eye, lingering a little longer with the owl. He didn't move.

Paimon smacked his back. It was harsh and uncomfortable, but it got him to move finally.

His eyes ceased their roaming, finding hers blushingly. His fidgeting hands fell to his sides, tugging at and smoothing out his formal, ruffled vest. He cleared his throat and with a forward tilt of his shoulders, he quickly bobbed down and up.

A bow? Did he just bow to her?

“I am Prince Stolas, of the Ars Goetia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

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A/N: aahhhhh my bouncing baby birdie boy T.T i just had to find a way to weave him in... i only intend for this portion of the plotline to be 2, mAYbe 3 parts long so as to set up their backstories w each other (lets hope it doesnt go longer than that*fingers crossed*) and then be brought back up later on... i hope yall love Stols as much is i do, if not, boohoo <3

[becauseplot]

halfway thru ep 6 of osnf (spoilers)

i am so fucking sad holy shit Brúlio. Brúliooooo. he’s been my absolute favorite side character for the whole ordem paranormal series so far. his big personality, being equal parts intimidating and friendly, so protective of those he deems under his care (his son, the bar’s patrons, briefly the ordem crew before things got rocky between them post spider-fight), unflinching in his loyalty. he loved so intensely and so fiercely, had a joyous laugh and a furious shout that could shake the walls. he was the leader of a gang, could hurt and fight and kill if he had to, but he really just wanted everyone in his little town to be happy and cared for. he trusts, loves, and supports his son even if he doesn’t fully understand, whether that be with his music career or when he ran into the bar desperate and shaken and begging for Brúlio to get everyone to leave. he won’t stand for cruelty or negligence. he’s as sturdy as a mountain in every way.

during that fight in the abandoned house, the creature mind controlled him to kill Ivan (iirc). he then shot himself* as the creature fought Arthur. and i know he was under the creature’s control, and i know the creature probably had Brúlio shoot himself because shooting at Arthur would’ve risked shooting at the creature, and the creature “almost had” Arthur anyway, so Brúlio wasn’t needed anymore…

but (because im delusional) im choosing to believe that maybe it was just a tiny bit of Brúlio coming through, knowing he’d already killed Ivan and was about to kill Arthur, and just baaaarely being able to redirect the creature’s will to turn the gun on himself—a combination of the prior mentioned factors helping ofc. does this make sense? not really, if you think about it too hard. will i die on this hill? not particularly. but idc. i just cant rn 0(-(

also literally me for the entire first hour and a half of ep 3:

Ordem Paranormal stop killing off parents and parental characters challenge level impossible.

*(sobbing, but that was a fantastic callback with the revolver/russian roulette btw. i can wail about the character’s fate but i can still appreciate the amazing storytelling. the duality of being a writer.)

[rosenallies]

Can we perhaps get some good old rosenali hurt/comfort or angst? Any au pls🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I forgot I wanted to write something and then my dad gave me an edible so if this stops making sense halfway thru I’m very sorry </3 here’s a lil alt breakup au bc I love writing for this au when I need to project all my bad feelings

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Denali’s fingers flexed against the cold metal railing, hair whipping around his face as the wind blew around him, chilling him even through his heavy sweatshirt. He’d finished the joint he brought out to the fire escape a while ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to step inside, going inside would mean he would have to face Rosé and his tired, concerned eyes, his softly spoken words and the tears he shed in private that he thought Denali didn’t know about.

Goosebumps ran up his arms and the wind whistled as he watched the city below him. Despite the late hour, people still mingled about, talking and laughing and Denali found himself hoping they never felt pain and hurt that only seemed to worsen as time went on, like he did.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered the exit to the fire escape slide open, immediately he felt eyes land on him.

“I came to check on you,” Rosé said softly, his voice tired and shaky.

Denali really should have known Rosé wouldn’t leave him alone for too long, he never did nowadays. Days and weeks apart soon turned into hourly check ins and the two of them hardly leaving their New York City apartment.

“I’m fine,” he replied, though he convinced neither of them.

Rosé stepped outside all the way, placing a tender hand on Denali’s shoulder. “Do you think you could come inside, please? It’s cold and you’re shaking like a leaf.”

Denali nodded, not wanting to stress his partner further even though the last thing he wanted to do was go back inside, at least out here it didn’t feel as suffocating, like the four walls were closing in around him. He followed him inside, close at his heels as he was led to their bedroom where Rosé had gathered everything from his ‘help Denali feel better kit’. It was a box Rosé kept underneath the bed overflowing with things to help Denali feel better when he needed it, though lately a few things that usually stayed in the box remained permanently on the bed because he needed them more often than not. On the bed, Rosé had made a cozy blanket cocoon out of the softest blankets they had, soft pillows strewn about along with his heated stuffed animal, the heady lavender scent in the room meaning it had already been warmed up. The sight nearly made him cry; though he couldn’t tell whether the tears were from guilt or being overwhelmed with gratitude for his partner, definitely both were present in him.

“I-I thought you’d might like to-“

“Thank you,” Denali interrupted him, tugging him along to lay with him.

Tangled in one another, Denali tried to let the rise and fall of Rosé’s chest comfort him, but it only made him cry harder, desperately gripping onto Rosé’s sweater as he was soothed gently.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here,” he whispered repeatedly like a mantra.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” Denali cried, apologizing the only thing he could think to do when it was a Saturday night and both of them were in bed before 10, Rosé’s arms around Denali and holding him together.

“Hey, hey, hey, no, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m sorry you’re in so much pain.”

Denali sniffed and wiped his red rimmed and swollen eyes. “ ‘S not your fault.”

Pressing his lips to Denali’s forehead, Rosé spoke quietly. “I know but I’m still so fucking sorry.”

“I just want it to stop. I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let’s just sleep, can you try and sleep?”

Denali winced at how almost frantic Rosé’s voice sounded; although soft and gentle, Denali could still sense the desperation, the desperation to finally rest after being on edge all day.

“Yeah, let’s sleep,” Denali sighed, tucking himself small against Rosé.

Silence fell over them, only the sound of their breathing in the room, until Denali spoke up.

“I think it would all be okay if we could stay here like this forever.”

Swallowing down his own emotions, Rosé smiled softly. “I’d stay here with you forever if you needed me to.”

[nanjokei]

my thoughts on d7 three hours in, halfway thru ch2 (no spoilers)

-goes without saying but the new setting is FRESH makes the last few games feel so stagnant in comparison

-dialogue is fucking hilarious, im not someone who laughs out loud at anything and some of the jokes and line readings had me rolling

-im playing with the eng dub, its top notch as usual, pirilika has a few weird line reads but her va does such a good job most of the time im willing to believe its on purpose. whenever someone says "sushy" (thats just how its spelled) i wanna cry from how funny it sounds

-gameplay feels really good in general

-stages feel too big just a bit. i feel like im spending too many turns traversing sometimes. but i had this issue with d5 too so it might be a modern disgaea issue (boomer moment sorry)

-generics feel weak off the cuff (this is normal but yknow), youll probably want to pick up the dlc wep pack (i think its free anyway?) because youll be broke for most of ch1 and can't buy weapons freely and those are not too overwhelmingly strong (i think the weps after the first rosenqueen bill are actually stronger even)

-i dont get how team attacks work..? or well whatever mechanic has now replaced team attacks, but its nice that its 1) in the general parameter 2) seems to strengthen atks

-throwing is fun in this game (lol)

-i like fuji and pirilika so much :) pirilika might become top 5 disgaea characters for me fast. help me white girl

[driflew]

six sentence sunday! i’ve posted like, three fuckin things this week, so ill just do six facts about the whole au

1. the funniest fun fact about lamplight is i started writing the little ficlet so that id have six sentences to post today so as not to spoil anything from missing or obstructed. it was literally meant to be a red herring. i have Not worked on missing or obstructed this week,

2. when i was in high school i used to A) record fire in slow motion w some minor regularity and B) volunteer at the local firehouse at least like once a week to help out around the station. never went on any scenes but i did tag along some controlled burns of fake training buildings and have some turnout gear assigned to me. so it makes me laugh a bit that ive got a whole au now surrounding lovely describing fire in great expressive detail

related, i did dig up and rewatch one of those slow mo fire vids. i should make more of those i think they really are gorgeous

3. i usually never write anything out of chronological order, so lamplight’s been a lot of fun! very freeing to just jump around randomly. that said, my favorite scene ive come up with is the would be Literal First Scene of the fic and i ???? somehow haven't fucking written it yet.

4. i really love writing nonverbal characters and i literally never have an excuse so writing ren has been so much fun. i love getting to write the way he emotes and expresses himself. esp considering i tend to be someone who really loves to lean rlly heavily into specific word choice in dialogue and focusing on body language in my writing, its very neat to just... not have any of that. 

5. halfway thru writing the tavern one i realized i the official martyn design didnt have armor. which is hysterical. its like how everyone wears armor in game and theyre never drawn with it. its fine. we’ll pretend hes got bracers under those baggy sleeves of his or smth. its Fine,

6. the hardest parts of lamplight are A) coming up with new words for fire sounds that i haven't already used (and keeping emotional expression consistent without using the same thing over and over) and B) the fucking silly food prayers that martyn made up. literally that line stumped me more than anything else. i am never rhyming anything again  

[bueckersstrap]

anyway so we get back to shore n i helped her put her clothes back on n then our friends come over cs they got out of the water before we did n they tell us that this girl who was part of that whole friend group apparently saw us in the water n FLIPPED her shit, like went off on three of her friends that i’d kissed fully SCREAMJNG, cs apparently she wanted me but never told them so they didn’t know to like stay away? ig the skinny dipping thing was her last straw cs she basically went so wild the guy kicked her out of his house for breaking a glass thing?? idk i wasn’t there ANYWAY so at this point i’m like wtf but we’re all EXTREMELY gone so i don’t remember much of what happened next until my friends told me the next morning😟😟😟

but basically i ended up w my friend talking to these other girls, n we were like oh let’s run a two man but there ended up being four girls, so my friend took one of them to a room to fuck, n then one of them left, so i ended up fucking w the other two n basically had like a three way type thing but i’m pretty sure one of them left like halfway thru. anyway, so afterwards me n my friends went to uber to the house we’re crashing at n the girl i fucked in the room who was still there asked me to go home w her, but i said no.

so we go home, go to bed, wake up n we’re all obviously trashed so we’re showering n taking advil n stuff then i realize my phone is like blowing up. so i check n i have a GAZILLION dms from the girl like begging me to come over after i said i wasn’t gonna go home w her, then when i didn’t answer she started saying like “oh so u don’t really care abt me u js wanted to fuck” which makes it sound really bad but also like yeah???? it was a party, we’re all wasted, n it was literally u n ur friend??? like no shit it wasn’t serious, but THEN at like 4am timestamp the texts started getting insane cs i guess she found out abt the thing w the girl in the water n also realized that it was her n her friend i fucked n not js her??? (maybe she was too drunk to like remember that part? idfk) anyway so she starts going fucking BESERK n calling me a player n like an asshole n shit cs for context, a while ago i had like a little bit of a reputation (BEFORE U CLOWN ME IT WASN’T LIKE CRAZY BAD CHILL) where ppl thought i was like a fuckboy?????? which makes no sense cs i’m not even a boy🙄 n also i never like led ppl on or anything i js told them that i didn’t want a relationship so i feel like it’s not my fault if they thought they could change my mind n didn’t???idk maybe that sounds bad but i feel like it was js girls who were mad i didn’t want them n decided to spread it anyway

i’m gonna send another part cs ts is too much yapping

-🎸

“three of her friends id kissed” bitch you are a WHORE!!! half joking anyways

A THREEWAY ?? broooo

lord you proved you don’t gotta be a boy to be a fuckboy. you’re actually an asshole and i’m laughing my ass off at this 😭😭😭

[night-dark-woods]

I have been Agonizing over the quote “Hold me like water/ or Christ, hold me like a knife” because it fits Eris so perfectly in regards with her relationships with both Ikora and Mara respectively that I have been wailing into the abyss about it

This can also be said regarding the same quote with Petra/Mara because AAA

YEAH YEAH YEAH that line ALWAYS makes me think of eris. like. im sure you are thinking of the same lorebook sections i am but im pasting them here regardless bc they are just so good but. letters ofc:

Undelivered, damp.

Both crowns have been sundered, and Sky save me but I am unmoored. I have been a blade crying for a hand to wield me for so long, but what is a blade with nothing solid to cut? You will gentle me. You will tell me I can rest. You will try to pull me to the libraries. I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.

& then i think this forsaken lore tab:

This will be my last letter for a long while. The Queen needs me more than the City does. And I need her. When she looks at me, she does not see an invalid, or a madwoman, or a burden.

She sees a Hunter.

She has pointed me at the true enemy, and with her help, I will see my quarry caught.

is fun to compare to this arrivals one:

I ache from the hike. Ikora says I am full of hairline fractures and deep muscle trauma. I never noticed until other pains had healed. The illusions of recovery: one pain obscures another.

There is danger in this traffic with the Pyramid. Kuang Xuan's logs make that plain. But I must continue. I MUST continue. What worth have I ever been, except that I know the enemy?

(More worth, Mara would remind me. I am more than my uses.)

bc clearly sometime in that gap they've had a conversation abt it!!! possibly on their little recon trip where mara DIES and eris has to fetch her back from the ascendant realm, & eris gets gravely injured and mara bandages her thigh homoerotically. which i wonder if thats also when mara told eris her Secret. because eris knows. eris knows mara was the first and she is the ONLY one alive/in this universe who does.

see UNBORN:

The enemy suggests that our rebirth was an evil mistake. How Gnostic—they were a cult (a fleet? a school? a horde?) who believed that the source of all suffering was not in our poor choices but an error of the world's Creator. A false, deluded god. Mara would laugh, or weep.

(lost is not canon to me mara would not fucking tell the guardian that. idr if she tells the YW all of it but i rmb it coming up as part of the "mara is solely responsible for all of uldren's crimes" part of that season.)

god. eris/ikora & eris/mara both drive me nuts. i need to finish my eris/ikora lyricstuck i was working on. im a little over halfway done i think???

ALSO. re: petra, so i never played d1 (started from scratch playing thru it right before TFS though and will be finishing it!) and so while ive read the grimoire cards there's a lot of mission dialogue & item descriptions ive missed, and my friend jackie was sending me some that are eris comforting/bolstering petra post TTK which i think is SO good. thats so fun. two very different knives of the queen & also glad petra had a single person in her corner at least since the paladins were trying to have her assassinated lmfao.

[wnderkoo]

“Let me get this straight.. you want me to break up with you for 24 hours so you can go barricade yourself in our bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift?”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, crack, not real angst but it's still there ig word count: 2.1k warnings: they’re really in love, jungkook best boyfriend, reader really goes thru it listening to this album, mentions of jake gllynhaal, spiderman far from home spoilers if u haven’t already seen it, did i mention that they’re really in love? alcohol consumption (like 2 beers) note: yes the title is also a TS song, because ‘i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’ is literally jeon jungkook???

Your eyes flutter awake at the first inklings of sunlight that peek in through the bedroom window, the warm rays on your skin stirring you towards consciousness. With half a mind, you reach blindly for your phone to check the time, wincing at the brightness of the screen as you bring it to your face, squinting enough to see that it’s only 7:03am. 

What finally shakes you awake though, is the notification sitting at the top of the pile on your screen. Listen to Red (Taylor’s Version), out now! You blink a few times, wondering if you’re dreaming, but when you check the date beneath the time, November 12th, you realise that today is in fact, the re-release of one of Taylor Swift’s greatest albums of all time. You grin like a mad-woman, whisper screaming oh my god! as you scroll through the track-list.

You finally take notice of the arm draped over your waist and the warmth at your back, twisting and coming face to face with your sleeping lover. You smile, your body’s automatic response to seeing him. You reach up to place a kiss on Jungkook's pouty lips, sincerely apologising in advance for the day ahead.

His eyebrows furrow and the arm around your waist tightens, bringing you closer to him until your face is buried in the crook of his neck. You can't help but smile against his skin, your eyes falling closed as you let him fill your senses.

"Go back to sleep," He rasps, thumb rubbing back and forth on your hip as if to soothe you. You're already halfway there before Jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your hair, and it's all you need to tip over the precipice.

The next time you're awake, it's almost 10. By the time you shower and get ready for the day, Jungkook is up and making breakfast in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes greeting you as you step out of the bedroom.

"Good morning," Jungkook smiles, opening his arms to bring you into a hug. Your arms snake around his waist, face pressed against the cotton of his light grey tee as you murmur a good-morning in reply.

It's when the both of you are sat at the dining table, eating the pancakes Jungkook had cooked, when you decide to bring up your absurd proposition.

"Kook?" His head tips up at the sound of his name, face mid-way through a mouthful of pancakes. He swallows before replying, "Yeah?"

"Red came out today," You begin, not really sure how you were supposed to get this out. "I hate to break it to you babe, but red's been out for a while now.." You playfully roll your eyes with a smile, at least he's cute. "The Taylor Swift album, not the colour." you deadpan, shaking your head. Jungkook replies with an outstretched ohhh.

"And I need you to break up with me-" Jungkook's eyes widen, almost choking on his pancakes when he hears the sentence that comes out of your mouth. "Wait! Let me finish," You exclaim, wanting to laugh at his horrified expression. But something in your heart warms, knowing that would be his reaction if you ever said something like that- which you never would. You were adamantly in love with this man.

"Just for like a day, so I can listen to this album and pretend I'm heartbroken. It doesn't hit the same when you're in a loving relationship. Also! we're still dating, so don't you dare go out and start fucking random girls, cause then I really will be heartbroken." You look over at Jungkook, who seems to be processing your words with every slow chew.

"So let me get this straight.. you want me to break up with you for 24 hours so you can go barricade yourself in our bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift?"

"Yes." You say with a straight face, and Jungkook shakes his head incredulously.

"You're lucky I love you, you know," He says, chuckling at the way your eyes light up. "Are you serious? I didn't think you'd actually say yes," You can't help the smile that erupts on your face, jumping out of your chair and coming around the table to straddle Jungkook's lap. You hug him tight, and his arms automatically slide around your waist.

"As long as you're still mine at the end of the day, I don't care what you do." He says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear when you pull back to look down at him. "I love you," You sigh, kissing him softly. "I love you," He smiles when you both pull away.

"I can't believe I'm doing this shit." Jungkook sighs from where he stands in your shared bedroom.

"Shut up, you literally agreed to it." You roll your eyes, walking towards him to swat his arm. "I didn't think we'd be roleplaying!" He exclaims and you roll your eyes again.

"Just pretend to break up with me." You say, standing in front of him with your arms crossed. "Break my heart, go on Jeon." Jungkook blinks down at you for a moment. "Um, this isn't working out?" He says slowly. You roll your eyes, but nod at him to keep going.

"It was fun.. but I think we should see other people. I still love you a lot, and the memories we made will always be in my heart forever. I hope one day you find someone who treats you the way you deserve.." His hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, for dramatic purposes. "Because you deserve the world, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you that."

"Goodbye, _____."

You stand rooted on the floor, and watch as he walks away, not turning back once before he closes the bedroom door behind him.

You immediately start crying, making a mental note to later ask Jungkook where the fuck he pulled that out of. Too many Kdramas, you think. Still crying, you shut the curtains, submerging the room in darkness, before curling up in bed and pressing play on your heartbreak anthem.

In the living room, Jungkook stands at the kitchen island, running a hand through his hair. He's about to go back into the bedroom to see if you're okay when he hears the music blaring through the walls. Shaking his head, he decides to be useful and get things done around the apartment, so at least after your fake break-up, you can come out into a clean and tidy home.

He’s mid-way through the dishes when the doorbell rings. Jungkook washes his hands, drying them with a tea-towel before heading towards the door. 

Jungkook takes one look at the male at his front door and shakes his head, moving to the side to let him in. “Did you just get dumped for a day too?” He asks, closing the door behind him. “She kicked me out of my own house!” Taehyung exclaims, toeing off his shoes before collapsing onto the couch. Jungkook laughs as he makes his way to the fridge, bringing out two beers and tipping off the caps. He hands one to Taehyung before leaning back against the couch. 

“To our crazy- beautiful, but crazy women,” Taehyung says in a toast, bringing his beer up. “Who we love to death nevertheless.” Jungkook adds before clinking his beer with Tae’s and chugging it down in 3 gulps. 

The rest of the after-noon is spent playing video-games and talking about how in love they had to be to put up with their girlfriend’s antics. They’re 100% tipsy, but Jungkook’s words are genuine when he says you’re the person he wants a future with. When the two of them somehow land on the topic of marriage, Jungkook says it in a heartbeat, that you’re the only one he’d ever want to marry. There truly was no one else.

Jungkook orders a pizza and after about 4 action movies, Taehyung finally decides to go home. The two grown men wish each other luck before saying goodbye.

Jungkook closes the front door behind him with a sigh. The music has been playing all day, and Jungkook has heard you scream (cry) the words ‘and you call me up again just to break me like a promise!’ at least 8 times. He starts to get genuinely worried, but knows you’d absolutely have his balls if he interrupted you, so he stays out of the bedroom. He eats dinner alone, missing your presence at the table more than he thought he would. 

Jungkook gets ready for bed in the bathroom down the hall, barely used, since there was an ensuite in your bedroom. The spare bedroom was turned into a recreation room, with your painting supplies on the desk by the window, and bookshelves lining the walls. Other abandoned hobbies lay around the room, and Jungkook smiles at them. You were always so outgoing, he loved that about you- he loved everything about you though. Jungkook fishes out a spare blanket from the storage cupboard and heads to his bed for the night. The couch is relatively comfortable, but nothing could ever compare to his own bed, with you in his arms. 

After an hour of mindlessly scrolling on his phone, Jungkook falls asleep to the soft hum of your music seeping through the walls.

You stir in your sleep, finding the usual warmth that cocoons you, missing. Your eyes open, and you turn on your side to find Jungkook’s side of the bed empty. You sit up, rubbing at your eyes, only to realise you had fallen asleep with your mascara still on. You had put it on earlier to maximise the effect of a breakup, letting it streak down your cheeks as you listened to All Too Well and watched the short film. A tub of ice-cream lay finished on your bedside table, and the music still played from the speaker beside it.

Your hazy state has you worrying if Jungkook had up and left, a tear escapes, running down your cheek, and before you know it you can’t stop them as they silently fall. You knew you were a handful, but Jungkook had never chastised you- telling you a million times he could handle you. But what if this had pushed him to the edge?

With tear stained cheeks and a quivering bottom lip, you slide out of bed, deciding to look for your lost lover. You don’t miss the plate of lasagna on the hallway table, next to your bedroom door. He had thought of you during dinner. The search doesn’t take long, when you step into the living room, sprawled out on the couch with a tiny blanket draped over him, your Jungkook slept peacefully. You breathe a sigh of relief that comes out as a whimper as you trembled towards the couch.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow when he feels a body slide onto him, clutching his sides tightly and crying into his neck. When your familiar scent registers, he’s wide awake and wrapping an arm around you, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. 

He sits up carefully, adjusting you on his lap to make sure you’re comfortable before he’s brushing the strands of hair, wet from your crying, away from your face. “I thought you left.” You sob miserably and Jungkook’s heart cracks. “I would never.” He murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “Stop crying now,” He whispers softly, thumb caressing your skin in the most loving way.

“I woke up alone,” You mumbled, the tears finally stopping. You aware you looked like a mess, eyes swollen from your crying earlier, plus the smudged mascara. But Jungkook didn’t seem to care at all, he never cared how you looked. 

“I thought you were still you know, going through our break-up” Jungkook grins, making you smile. “I’m over it,” You sigh, cupping his face in your cheeks. “Missed you too much,” Leaning down, you kiss him gently, having missed those lips since this morning. “I missed you too.” 

Jungkook moves you to lean against the couch, heating up some dinner for you before grabbing your makeup remover from the bathroom. Your heart clenches as he wipes the mascara from your eyes and cheeks  and brushes your hair. 

“I love you.” 

You smile behind a mouthful of delicious lasagna. “I love you, Jungkook.” He smiles. “Ew, chew don’t talk,” He grins when you roll your eyes. He thinks you’re too cute with stuffed cheeks, leaning forward to peck them. 

“You know, I also have a deep hatred for Jake Gyllenhaal..”

You stare dumb-founded at your boyfriend after the random statement, acceptable, but random. Jungkook had decided to search up the album himself, falling down the rabbit hole of the hating Jake Gyllenhaal agenda. 

“He revealed Spider-Man’s identity!” 

A grin breaks out on your face. This man. 

You truly love him so.

tysm for reading! i don't particularly know how i feel about this.. but i want to get more imagines and what not out onto my tumblr- also if you're looking for my jjk series Sheltered Hearts, i deleted that :/ i have no idea why, i just didn't like it?? it's still a saved draft on wattpad and I might edit it and post it in the future but we'll see

[starlitheaven]

Hey🌹 I was wondering if I can request gojo and his reaction to a sensitive, innocent and easily flustered s/o. Thank you

966 wc. suggestive. you’re welcome! <3

the box was quite innocuous—an elegant matte scarlet with a white satin ribbon. even mei’s note on the gift tag was misleading. for you, and for satoru to enjoy. nothing about it would suggest that inside was…

it doesn’t occur to you that you’ve just been standing there for a long moment until satoru leans down, tucking his chin over your shoulder. "what's wrong, babydoll?" he asks, eyeing your hands shaking over the lid you hastily closed. "what's that?"

you shake your head, biting your lip so hard he worries you'll break skin. “hm?" he places a kiss over your cheek, and the gesture rewards him with a gentle smile. sweet, he never fails.

"mei sent me a gift, but i don't know why she..."you trailed off, fidgeting with the lid as you try to find your words. oh no, now satoru wants to see. "I-I don’t understand.”

the words won’t even escape your lips, making satoru frown. what could be making you so flustered? it could be anything, so he places his hands over yours and guides you to open the box.

it’s a baby blue flower lace lingerie set with thigh garters and corset style bra. the fabric is thin and see thru—practically nonexistent. the trim is delicate and he immediately imagines how it’d rest over your soft breasts, waist, hips, thighs, and cunt—

“whoa.” satoru whistles, and his glasses slip halfway down the bridge of his nose. he doesn’t bother to fix them. how can he? his eyes are glued to the lacy garment, over the small cutout right on the underwear, so he wouldn’t even need to remove it to fuck you in it. he can almost feel himself pulling the thin fabric aside to accommodate his meaty dick. oh that’s lovely. “mei sent this?”

he looks up (well, down) in question, but all thoughts leave his brain as he sees what you’re holding up. his blue eyes widen at the item in your small hands. “she did, but I don’t know what this stuff is?”

this “stuff” being a body harness and a ball gag. you’re holding a ball gag: pink and heart shaped, smaller than he’s used before, and has holes in it to make it easier to breathe in—perfect for a beginner. the harness is white leather and satoru’s brain is malfunctioning at this point because genius that he is, he can perfectly imagine what you’d look like: your beautiful body adorned with the soft lace, exposed nipples hardening with anticipation and waiting to be bitten, body harness tight over your abdomen—and satoru would tug on it, use it as leverage as his cock slides in and out of your needy pussy. and those lips of yours—stretched glossy over the ballgag, and your eyes would water with pleasure, silently begging him for more, ‘harder ‘toru, please’—

and fuck, you look so sweet right now, doe eyes wide with curiosity over something so dirty that it makes satoru’s teeth ache. there’s no way a person should look that cute inspecting a ballgag. satoru can’t help it, he decides to mess with you. ‘pulling on her pigtails’ as shoko would say. which he does quite often.

he takes the ball gag from your hands and pretends to inspect it for a few seconds, holding back a laugh as you watch him intently. you really don’t know, huh? a smirk pulls at his lips, and he places the ball right over your lips. featherlight. your lips part slightly in surprise, looking up at him for explanation. so earnest.

“this here?” satoru starts, voice low and a little condescending. mean. “it’s to shut that needy mouth of yours. perhaps mei’s heard how loud you can get when I’m fucking you in my office, how much you beg for my cock—how you turn into a little cockslut for me. with this? you don’t have to hold back, babe. you can scream as loud as you want, and you’ll look so pretty drooling around it for me.”

you look mortified, going back and forth between the heart shaped ball and satoru, who’s toothy grin is making your face heat up. you never understood how he can say such things without an ounce of shame, and he mainly does it too just to get a reaction out of you. you’re a meek and sensitive little thing, he loves making you squirm. your mouth opens and closes for a few seconds and it’s so clear you hadn’t expected the ballgag to have been something sexual. even paired with the lingerie and the harness—that’s what it is. 

you drop the ballgag back into the box as if you had been burned, feeling tears well up in your eyes. it’s not hurt or shame that’s causing it, you’re just suddenly feeling overwhelmed. he painted such a filthy picture, and your insides feel hot with pure want over what he’s said. because if it’s with satoru, you know it’ll feel amazing. but still, it all makes you so painfully shy and embarrassed. 

satoru could say it’s the six eyes that makes him so attuned to your very thoughts, but no, it’s just his affection for you. he knows when you’ve reached your limit of what you can take and it warms his heart, because in these moments he’s consumed by the need to comfort you and make you smile. that gentle smile he cherishes so much.

"or, not everything is about you, babe." satoru huffs, taking the skimpy garment from the box. he takes the delicate straps in each hand and holds it over his chest. it looks ridiculous over his hard and muscled chest. "you sure this wasn't meant for me? look, it compliments my glowing skin and handsome good looks."

it works. you let out a laugh as he starts to pose with the lingerie in several provocative poses. he grabs the ballgag and holds it by his lips. 

“don’t i look sexy? let’s try it on me first!”

[genshxn]

Mr Worldwide

isekai ......thing..... // SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG AKSDJKSALD

This got kinda long and is also not everyone. There will be more I sWEAR— (formatting also gets weird halfway thru sorry)

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Your dream was rather unremarkable. You had just been wandering a field of rolling hills covered in white flowers, not quite sure where you were going. It felt like you had been here for forever. At the summit of one of particularly large hill, it felt like you were beginning to bob up and down. Something like you were on a ship. The feeling grew more and more prevalent. The hills around you warped into waves as the undulating movement grew stronger and stronger. The salty smell of the ocean flooded your senses. It all felt so real. That’s because it was. You awake with a sudden jolt, smacking your forehead into something. Overcome with sudden sharp pain, you jam your eyes shut again and let slip of two pained grunts. Two? You open your eyes again and find… Kazuha—rubbing his forehead in pain. Looks like you smacked heads with the ronin. Where the hell did Kazuha come from? Last you remember, you went to sleep in the Knights of Favonius HQ. The bobbing sensation… The smell of the ocean… Kazuha… HOW DID YOU END UP ON BEIDOU’S SHIP?

"KAZUHA?" You suddenly yell out from surprise. Seems like everything yesterday wasn’t a dream. You did actually end up in Teyvat. But now it seems you’ve teleported overnight. "Ah… You know my name." Kazuha says in his usual cryptic manner of speaking, but you can hear him still seething from pain. "I—uh… Sorry…" You mutter out. "It’s quite all right. It was just an accident." He says with a little breathy laugh. "Um… Do you at all know how I got here?" You might as well address the elephant in the room: you. Kazuha tilts his head. "Do you not know?" Your stomach drops. What the fuck happened last night? "Beidou found you halfway up the mast. You were apparently fast asleep, just hanging out in a few ropes. Everyone was confused, but she recognized you as a friend and said to just take you down below to let you sleep." He explains. "Beidou wanted to watch over you herself, but she’s busy since we’re currently sailing." According to Kazuha, you had snuck aboard the ship and gotten yourself tangled in ropes, just dangling like you were in a hammock from a few ropes. All while you were asleep. What sort of ultra-instinct sleepwalking was that? You trust everything Kazuha says with all of your being because it’s Kazuha, but what the fuck? "Are you alright? You look a little bit pale." Kazuha presses the back of his palm to your forehead to test for a fever or something. You don’t think you have one, but this all feels like some insane fever dream. "I-I’m fine… Wait—you said we’re sailing?" Your eyes widen as you remember his words. "Where to?" You scramble to sit more upright. "To Inazuma." Oh god, there are even more characters in Inazuma. What if it’s like the bar again last night? Just you there, swamped by beautiful people. Your fragile simp heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. "Um… are you sure you’re okay?" He asks, tilting his head worriedly. Likely you would have swooned a little at that gesture, but it’s a bit different in your current circumstances. "I’m alright, I swear. I just need some air, I think." You scramble to your feet, but are unsteady from the constant rocking motion. Kazuha helps stabilize you on your feet. Climbing above deck, you see Ritou much closer than you thought it’d be. Holy shit, you’re nearly there. "Oh, g’morning, sleepy head." A familiar voice suddenly appears from behind you and ruffles your head. "That was quite the brave stunt you pulled last night. Gave me and my crew a heart attack to find you just hanging out." You turn around and see Beidou with a grin on her face. "Turns out you did wanna come on my ship with me, huh?" She says with her signature deep laugh. "Sorry to steal you away to Inazuma like this. We'd already departed by the time someone actually saw you. Maybe you can check out Ritou while you’re here." "Uhh… what's the situation with the Shogun in Inazuma?" You try to be a bit vague with your question. In the game, the country’s pretty much locked down. Hopefully you’ve arrived after all the events of the Inazuma war… "Ah, it’s better now, but there’s still a lot of clean up to be done. Thought you wouldn’t know about since you kinda just got here?" "I uhh… overheard about it in the bar last night. Some NPC—I mean random person in the background—was talking about it." "Hmm… Alright." Beidou sounds skeptical but decides to drop it. Within minutes, you’re docked at just about the same place as when the traveler first arrived in the game. The scene seems to be almost identical. A few NPCs trail around, except now they’re much higher res. They’re real. You decide to hop off the boat once everything’s in order. She and Kazuha were (un)surprisingly adamant at them accompanying you, but you managed to convince them you’d be alright on your own. It wasn’t that hard to navigate Ritou from a first person perspective since everything was familiar. The beautiful red maple trees were rather distracting. People rushed about and clamoured about various things, but not much of the noise registered in your mind. Watching the falling leaves and sunlight filtering

through were almost hypnotizing. Clearly it was enough because you had managed to walk into someone, knocking you back lightly. "Ah, I’m sorry—" You say, stumbling a little bit until you notice who it is. The fucking Shogun. “WH—" Everyone had fallen silent. Practically every pair of eyes was on you simultaneously. You could just about die right now. "Ei, do watch where you’re going." Another voice from behind her says. YAE MIKO? "I’M SORRY—" "Calm down, dear, it’s just an accident." God, Yae is a blessing. Maybe she would be able to convince the Shogun to not Thanos snap you right here and now. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going…" The Shogun mutters, averting her eyes. She’s always far more docile whenever Yae is around. Also, did she walk into you as well? "NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO ME—" You wave your arms about dramatically. You probably look like an idiot right now… "Wow, that’s pretty brave of you," Someone from the crowd laughs. Is that… You turn your head and there stands a laughing Thoma. Of course he’s laughing... Behind him is a wide-eyed Ayaka, clearly trying to hide that she’s entertained by watching me and the Shogun. "Ah, hello Lady Kamisato, Thoma," Yae says to the two of them. "What’s happening here?" Ayaka says from behind her fan. "Ei and this one managed to walk into each other," She says with a dry laugh. "Actually, what is your name, dear?" It’s happening again. "It’s uh… (Y/N) (L/N)," you stutter out. "I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a name like that before." The Shogun comments. "You must be from outside of Inazuma." "Oh, yes. I’m not Inazuman." You quickly jump to reply. "Huh. Mondstadter like me?" Thoma chimes in. It’s happening again. You’re becoming the subject of conversation again. "Uhh, no. I was there just yesterday, though." "Ah, that makes sense." The Shogun says. "What do you mean by that?" Yae asks her with a confused look. "I felt traces of the wind on you. In particular, that Anemo Archon." She frowns. Guess she’s not a big fan of Venti? "Oh yeah, he was actually half on me yesterday. He got drunk and was hugging me." You recall last night’s events. He was particularly clingy, but you mainly just chalked that up to his drunkness. "The Anemo Archon what?" Thoma and Ayaka ask in sync. "That sounds about right for him." Yae rolls her eyes. "Yeah, it was very in character…" You mutter under your breath. You almost couldn’t tell if it was just Venti being Venti or if he was actually affected by the Isekai Harem Protagonist curse like Beidou still seems to be. Kazuha seemed to be more normal, but who know when he will succumb as well. For the characters—now real people—in front of you, it’s just a ticking time bomb. Out of nowhere, there’s a cacophony of yelling. Everyone turns around at the sudden screeching from a crowd of about 4 people. It is a sight you did not expect to see. Kujou Sara sprints with a writhing Scaramouche slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Hot on her heels, Arataki Itto comes screaming after her, yelling something about wanting a rematch. Behind them, Gorou is just watching with a mouth full of dango. What the fuck is going on again? "Madame Shogun! I have the Fatui member you wanted captured!" She manages to sprint with incredible agility and speed in her single-tooth geta*. In the meanwhile, Scaramouche pounds on her back, shouting various insults and curses. "AND FOR GOD’S SAKE, ARATAKI, SOME OTHER TIME!" She calls over her shoulder, but it doesn’t stop Itto in the slightest.

"I DEMAND A REMATCH KUJOU! I HAVE YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! FIGHT WITH MEEEE!" He screams in his usual brash voice. To your surprise, Gorou had somehow turned up right next to you, still munching on a different mouthful of dango. You jump in surprise at him suddenly turning up.

“Gedda load uh' deez guyz'." The dogboy says through a full mouth.

"Wait. Kunikuzushi?" The Shogun questions, looking the short man up and down once Sara comes to a stop.

"It’s Scaramouche to you!" He snaps back at the Shogun. Sara smacks him over the back, eliciting a grunt from him.

Itto comes to a sliding stop, deep in a fighting stance, still yelling. "KUJOU SARA, FACE ME NOW—" Itto comes charging in, but he doesn’t stop. Everyone watches as Itto hurdles into Sara, barreling her and Scaramouche over in slow motion. The Harbinger scrambles to his feet to make an escape. Everyone panics. For some reason, your first instinct is to just grab him. He lets out some gibbered garbage when you pick him up with surprising ease. He’s not having a good day with getting picked up.

"LET ME GO!" He screeches very indignantly. You really want to laugh, but you might double over and let him go if you do. He kicks around and writhes, but your grip is luckily unrelenting. His face is tomato red for some reason.

"WHAT DO I DO WITH HIM?" You call over your shoulder at the people who just stare somewhat dumbfounded once again.

Before anyone can respond, Scaramouche yanks one of his arms free and snatches a dango stick off Gorou, who jumps in response. The purple-haired man then proceeds to lob the dango at the Shogun. It lands right on her face. Deathly silence falls over everyone besides Scaramouche who’s still cursing like a sailor. She slowly removes it from her face, revealing a scowl dark enough to strike fear in even a dragon. She’s gonna smite him. People all back up instinctively, knowing something’s about to go down.

Scaramouche quickly wrests free of your grip, who only manages to run about 5 feet before he gets Musou no Hitotachi’d. Lightning roars down from the sky and strikes him like an overloaded reaction. He flies back, rolling a couple times and stumbles to his feet again.

"That’s the second time it didn’t work…" The Shogun curses to herself, sheathing her boob sword.

Eyes back on Scaramouche, you see him staring directly at you with a red face. "F-fuck you in particular!" He scowls and slams something down on the ground, puffing up into an explosion of smoke. Once it fades, he’s no where to be seen.

"Fuck, was that my fault-" You begin but are cut off by the Shogun.

"No, you did nothing wrong, (Y/N)." She remembered your name. She’s surprisingly forgiving, but you’d much rather that than also getting Musou no Hitotachi’d.

"Damn little dude, that took some guts. Mad respect." Itto suddenly claps you over the shoulder. He’s instantly buddy-buddy, but it’s not that out of character for him, though.

It’s almost a repeat of yesterday again. People begin to clamour around you, impressed at your unorthodox show of courage. "That was a much quicker catch than I managed. Excellent work." Sara stands a distance away but her expression is painted with respect. "You have good potential to work for the Tenryou commission." Oh fuck, it’s happening again.

"Already jumping to recruitment, Sara? Perhaps give them a little bit of time, no?" Yae Miko interrupts. Oh thank go- "They’re always welcome at the Shrine, though." Nevermind.

"The Yashiro Commission would be happy to have a new member like you, (Y/N)." Ayaka takes a step forward to add her offer.

"Or at the Kamisato residence!" Thoma adds with a bright smile. It sounds like he’s advertising for the Yashiro commission, but you figure he’s got likely selfish ulterior motives like everyone else seems to have.

"Come check out Sangonomiya island one day! I can get you some dango while you’re there." Gorou finally swallowed his food. His tail was wagging.

"I could provide you with more dango, however." The Shogun chimes in over Gorou.

"Screw all that, the Arataki Gang needs a member like you!" Itto slings his arm around your shoulders. It’s just like with Beidou all over again. His buddy-buddy behaviour gets his chest very close to your face…

Everyone begins to unintentionally close the gaps between you, building up pressure and tension inside you. "Uh-". It’s all a bit overwhelming. "I’m—uhh—new… to Inazuma, so I’d have to give all your offers some time…"

"Ah, my apologies!" Ayaka quickly steps back along with Thoma.

"Whoops, my bad-" Itto slides off you.

"Perhaps I was too quick. But my offer still stands." Sara didn’t actually move in the first place, but you didn’t want to let down her expectations.

"So does mine." The Shogun appears understanding but mellowed with her thoughts likely on dango.

"An’ mnnf!" Gorou shoehorns in, mouth once again full.

"Umm, it was great meeting you all, but I think it might be time for me to go shortly. Thank you for all your offers, though! I’ll think them over!" You say, trying to finally part ways with the crazy crowd.

They’re all incredibly understanding, more than you thought they’d be. Once again probably because of your isekai harem protag powers. With goodbyes all to you, they all finally part ways. The crowd surrounding you all had dissipated somewhat from its peak with the situation with Scaramouche.

Speaking of him, did he actually get added to the harem? It seems like the few characters you just met did, but did he? Given his flushed reaction, maybe. Who knows at this point? You surely don’t.

With that whole fiasco finally over, it might be time to meet up with Kazuha again. Sighing and shaking your head, you go to look for the short Ronin again. It didn’t take long to find him since he sticks out amongst the crowd of not-so-NPCs anymore. You weren’t going to be in Inazuma for long, but you’re officially Mr Worldwide with your harem stretching into even Inazuma now.

Be careful now, you might get even more people if you’re not careful.

Aaaaand tune in next time when you’re back in Liyue so I can put in the last few since it wouldn’t make sense for them to be here lmao.

*that’s what those sandals are called i think.

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