#welp there it is anyway pls enjoy

[solosvejs]

Length: 2.5k Rating: General Pairing: Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky Warnings: None (some light swearing because it's Yuri...)

Summary: It had taken four months of steady work to fully choreograph and learn the dreaded Fire Angel program.

Yuri has less than fourteen hours.

[jjunsolos]

TXT REACTIONS TO - you crying over a song

when txt walks in on you crying over a sad song

pairings - txt x gn!reader (separately)

warnings - none much. reader just cries in all of the reactions

genre - fluff, tiniest of angst, crack

a/n - i got this idea after listening to ‘no me queda mas’ by selena😪 when i tell you i was BAWLINGG !! anywayyy i decided to post this since i havent been updating the smau (my bad yall) but also coz this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long😭 so i hope yall enjoy 💗

(bold = reader)

[yeonjun] <3

- bro walks in and just sees you bawling your eyes out

- confused coz wtf are you doing in the dark blasting bruno mars 🤨

- “uh… baby? are you oka-“

- couldnt finish his sentence coz you start sobbing loudly

- most definitely thinks youre going through something

- decides to sit next to you and rubs your back as you sob your heart out

- “sorry… this song is just so sad”

- “no dont apologize baby” *smiles widely* “ill be your shoulder to cry on”

- teases you when youve calmed down fs

[soobin] <3

- worried bby :(

- abt to start crying just coz youre crying (this pure soul🤧)

- sits next to you and hugs you super duper tight

- (pls keep in mind he still has yet to find out why youre crying)

- grabs a tissue box and starts wiping your tears and your snot. despite it grossing him out just a littleee 🤏 bit

- finally asks why youre crying and… welp

- his face literally goes from “🥺🤨😐😑”

- “babe i thought someone died !!! you worried me so much ahhhh”

- dramatic noises coz bby was REALLYYY worried for a second

- but its okay coz at least youre crying over something minor

[beomgyu] <3

- confused pt.1

- first instinct, as bad as it sounds, is to record you😭

- like lets be honest, the second he heard adele from the other room he alr knew you were gonna end up in tears

- comes up to you and starts fake crying

- you look at him like “🥺🤨”

- “what? you cant just cry alone. you need my cries to finish yours”

- changes the music to something else coz his throat starts hurting from all the fake crying😭

- shows you the video he took an hour later and you alr know hes laughing as he does so

[taehyun] <3

- honestly babes didnt even notice you were crying

- he came into the room to grab something and didnt notice you were crying till he turned around

- confused pt.2

- doesnt understand why youre crying till he hears ‘for you’ by bts playing

- as a fellow army himself, he understands

- grabs a box of tissue and your favorite stuffed animal and hands it to you

- and when you look at him confused, he just replies with “for the tough times”

- walks out and cooks you some nice soup for when youre done with your crying session

[hueningkai] <3

- heard sniffling and thought you caught a cold

- turns out youre crying over music :\

- kinda stands at the door like “🧍🏾”

- literally doesnt speak bc “actions speak louder than words”

- grabs one of his many stuffed animals and comes towards you with it

- “yah im gonna tickle you if you dont stop crying this instant”

- ends up tickling you anyways coz he wants to hear your furious giggles and laughs (🥹💔)

- cuddles you while rubbing your back

- “im gonna do this to you every time i catch you crying”

[secret-realm]

OKAY SO LSJDSK IT'S LATE, OKAY?

And I thought I was going to listen to some Secret Times audio-story.

The thing is, a while ago I tried listening to one but stopped because I got more interested in Tender Moments.

Why? because they're more story-like, and I enjoy listening to them a lot!

plus, the first Secret Times audio I was listening to seemed short (like around 5 minutes) and I was like "I'll check them later".

The "later" arrived today!

So, I picked one, and I started listening to it, right?

Then there's this mention of drying hair, and I hate drying MY hair. It's dumb, I know- but Rafayel offers to do it, and that's so domestic, and sweet (and something I appreciate bc I don't like drying my hair, bc it takes time and welp... )

so I'm like "wow, so nice"

but then he's like blowing air, and talking too close??

and he goes "am I too close?"

and I'm like???? laughing nervously bc whAT

and then I'm also laughing bc if it were real, I would be one of those people who start giggling out of nerves (apparently)

and then it goes from like 50% to 101% and

WHAT

I WAS SO SHOCKED LIKE AKDJLSDB PLS

I wasn't expecting this and I had to talk about it

Anyway, goodnight lovely people (or good morning/ afternoon, wherever you may be) <3

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

Ohhh I'm curious what kind of "might be the end times" N/J are living in? And how did that relationship weight happen/when did they individually notice it happening?

they are living in the “we’re nearing the final prediction of an apocalypse theory that has accurately predicted a bunch of other stuff so far” kind of end times! it’s alt-2016 and there are weird signals coming in from space and nobody really knows what’s going on but given the apocalypse theory … it probably isn’t good! N is kind of resigned to it, like, whatever happens happens. if the world ends he’s off the hook for student loans. J is having a much more difficult time with it. he is very much in the camp of “how am I supposed to keep doing my silly little job and my silly little tasks when the WORLD might be ENDING?” he is also learning that he has an anxiety disorder but that’s a different story.

(not that it’s abnormal to be anxious when all manner of apocalyptic bullshit is going on! I myself am anxious All The Time! but he’s realizing as all this stuff is happening that perhaps his massive uncontrollable spirals about it are not … normal?? I honestly think he might eat about that too but rn we are focusing on the happy stuff!!)

but anyway, N and J have been together for 2-3 years at this point. J was a little chubby when they got together, but he also wasn’t much for cooking so a lot of times in the pre-N era he would just make himself a packet of ramen and call it a day. but once he and N move in together, there is So Much Food all the time. N isn’t just making something for dinner, he’s making an entree and sides and bread and dessert and he’s making a little cheese plate for J to snack on while he finishes up work or watches N cook. N also buys a lot of snacks and J is the kind of person who will just eat if there’s food around whether he’s hungry or not, so it, uh, doesn’t take long.

putting the rest under a cut as it got … long … but pls feel free to ask more oc questions!!

J is a very empirical evidence kind of guy so when his pants start getting harder to button and his waistbands start folding under his belly and his shirts start getting tight around his upper arms, he starts paying attention. it’s not a huge shock given how much he’s been eating, but he’s still kind of surprised by how fast his jeans go from “a little snug but wearable” to “I have to unbutton these if I want to sit comfortably at my desk.” (never mind the always-surprising “even my sweats are getting tight now?”) so he finally takes stock and is like, “welp, time to size up!” bc there is no way he’s giving up or cutting back on N’s cooking. could he exercise? sure. is he realistically gonna get up at 5am to accompany N on his morning run? absolutely not. he’ll just buy new clothes.

N notices that J is putting on weight first though. he’s been on the lookout since the first time he cooked dinner for J and J ate three helpings and was like, “oh man, I’m going to get so fat if you cook like this all the time.” to which N was like, “... that’s … fine!” while internally combusting. he enjoys cooking and baking for the actual activity, but he also likes having an excuse to shower people with food for … reasons. when they first started dating he was very “oh no 😇 I accidentally 😇 made 4 dozen cookies 😇 whatever will i do with them 😇?” he notices first that J’s belly is starting to press against his t-shirt and that he can see a couple stretch marks beginning to bloom down his sides. N is taller so he doesn’t have many excuses to ask J to get stuff off high shelves but J likes to do big stretches after a long day of hunching over in his desk chair, so N gets some good looks at how his stomach is starting to shelf over his waistbands. little by little he watches J’s belly button indent emerge beneath his t-shirts. J gains enough in his hips and thighs that N can tell he’s filling out their kitchen chairs a little more. the backs of his thighs are starting to dimple and his upper arms are getting so perfectly, squeezably chubby and it’s taking everything he’s got not to get too handsy and give himself away. he wants to FEEL IT! he wants to EXPLORE! especially since the bulk of J’s gain is from food HE COOKED. he wants the hands-on experience of how much he’s helped J overindulge!

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. none of it is kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

J puts on 60-70 pounds over the course of their first year together — the first half go on pretty quickly and the second half more gradually — and retires his outgrown t-shirts to wear around the house for N to appreciate. he plateaus around there for the most part but slowly gains a little more as their relationship progresses, and he always gets a little heavier around the holidays while N tests out recipes and bakes a metric fuckload of cookies for everyone they know. at family gatherings J tells everyone who makes a comment about his weight or aims a pointed look at his belly that N is such a great cook and is keeping him so well-fed and gives his belly a little pat or a jiggle. it gives N the vapors. (later J shows him some pictures from college and casually drops that he’s gained almost a hundred pounds since then. N is going to think about that for a LONG time.)

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. it isn’t kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

J puts on 60-70 pounds over the course of their first year together — the first half go on pretty quickly and the second half more gradually — and retires his outgrown t-shirts to wear around the house for N to appreciate. he plateaus around there for the most part but slowly gains a little more as their relationship progresses, and he always gets a little heavier around the holidays while N tests out recipes and bakes a metric fuckload of cookies for everyone they know. at family gatherings J tells everyone who makes a comment about his weight or aims a pointed look at his belly that N is such a great cook and is keeping him so well-fed and gives his belly a little pat or a jiggle. it gives N the vapors. (later J shows him some pictures from college and casually drops that he’s gained almost a hundred pounds since then. N is going to think about that for a LONG time.)

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

happy friday beloved💜💜💜 because I am self indulgent I come requesting Talenna & Neria pls🥺👉👈 “I accidentally punched a Templar. A few times. At least ten.”?

WELP I TOOK A PERFECTLY GOOD PROMPT AND TURNED IT ANGSTY! I GUESS THIS IS JUST HOW I BE?????? ENJOY?????? JKBWJKHFBWFEBHK (At least Neria gets a nice cry and a hug out of it?) For @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Angst, Emotional Breakdowns, Hurt/Comfort, ~1.3k words

Bloody Knuckles & Heavy Gifts | Exalted_Dawn

When Neria stormed into the room, Talenna had to admit it was something of a challenge to keep her expression blank.

Her friend wore agitation like a heavy cloak across her back, but even so, imaginary cloaks were hardly good for hiding away the troubled furrow in her brow, or the blood dripping from her bruised fists. Talenna watched on silently as the Inquisitor swept past her, no words of greeting spoken nor sign of acknowledgement that she even realized the storyteller was sitting in the middle of her chambers, and collapsed heavily into the chair behind her desk.

She raised her bloodied hands to her face, pressed them hard to her eyes, and then sighed. “I forgot we had lunch planned.”

“Aye, I figured,” Talenna said, careful to keep her tone light and impassive. She sat by their favorite spot near the fireplace, Neria’s marble topped tea table in front of her and laden with various types of food. When she’d first arrived to find the room empty, Talenna had simply assumed Neria’s war meeting had gone late. Knowing that her friend would likely be famished by the time she returned, she had called for a servant to prepare the food anyway, and set about distracting herself until then. At first, the storyteller took her time arranging the furniture, and then the meal, once that had been brought in. And when there was no sign of Neria, even after that, she had decided to snoop through the Inquisitor’s belongings a bit– mostly her books– to pass the time. But before long, she had run through the shelves, and then the cabinets, and Neria still hadn't shown. 

That had been about almost an hour ago. 

“I decided to get some work done while I waited,” she continued, holding up a small stack of papers that she’d taken to transcribing notes on as of late before gently placing them beside a platter of cold rabbit. She nodded to Neria’s hands, her voice still even. “Is that your blood?”

It took Neria a few seconds to answer. “No.”

“...One of the advisors?” Talenna hazarded, though that seemed like a stretch. Even the Commander couldn’t fuck shite up that poorly, surely.

Her friend barked a hollow laugh and shook her head.

Talenna stared after Neria for a moment longer, waiting for her to explain, but the Inquisitor only sunk further into her chair. It would seem their shared lunch would have to wait a little longer.

With a quiet exhale, Talenna stood and walked over to the giant, wooden desk, perching herself upon its edge. She held out her hand, palm up, and kicked Neria’s chair lightly in demand of attention. “Give me your hands.”

“I wasn’t injured-”

 “And I wasn’t asking. Give me your hands, lethal’lan,” Talenna repeated, her voice flat and challenging. This time, Neria did as told.

Talenna looked closely over the ridges of her friend’s knuckles, swiping away the blood with her glove to better see beneath. Contrary to Neria’s claims, the bones were already starting to bruise, and some of them had been battered raw enough to break skin. It didn’t appear to be a serious injury, but it was hardly a pretty thing. Talenna scowled and closed her free hand over the wounds, her fingers glowing teal as they gently traced the gashes. “Liar,” she snorted beneath her breath, her lips curling. “Now- are you going to tell me what really happened, or am I to spend the rest of my evening throwing daggers at the dark? Would it be overly optimistic of me to guess ‘Corypheus’?”

By the stiff twitch of Neria’s lips, Talenna guessed that her friend was trying desperately to stay angry in the face of her jokes, and was perhaps a bit annoyed that she was failing to do so. But seemingly after a moment of internal debate, the clouded, stubborn look cleared from Neria’s green eyes, and her muscles relaxed at last. The Inquisitor shook her head, her braid flicking behind her, and slouched forward against Talenna’s shoulder. “I… may have accidentally punched a Templar. A few times. At least ten.”

“‘Accidentally’?” If Neria hadn’t looked so tired, Talenna might have laughed at the confession, but instead managed to keep her amusement to a single raised eyebrow. “And was this Templar that you accidentally punched by any chance also a mage-hating arsehole?”

“Second time public offender,” she confirmed, her voice a low growl. “You’d think with me being a mage and all that they might learn to get over it, but there are certain individuals within the ranks that seem set on proving otherwise.” Neria paused, as if considering whether or not to say more, her forehead pushing harder against Talenna’s collar. “...There was an incident in the courtyard, and I was called in to deal with it. Ir abelas. I’m sorry for missing lunch.” 

Talenna tried not to wince at the slight pain that rang in her bones at the pressure, instead switching her attention to Neria’s other hand in the hope that maintaining the spell would keep her distracted. “You hardly need to apologize to me, lethal’lan. I work with them- I know how trying they can be better than most. If I had even a lick of strength in my arms, Creators know how many men I may have pummeled by now.”

If the thought amused her any, Neria didn’t let it show this time. Her head remained firmly planted in the curve of Talenna’s shoulder, the glow of dull green-blue light casting her slouched form in harsh relief. Silence stretched a taut bowstring, drawn and one slip from snapping. It was disconcerting to see Neria so defeated. The woman was notorious for baring all her stresses with a spiteful smile, not… this. 

Talenna had been about to resign herself to the suffocating quiet when she felt the faintest of twitches beneath her fingers. As if cradling a fragile bird made from paper or glass, Neria’s hands moved to gently grip the storyteller’s, and the light of the healing spell grew dim beneath their joined palms. “Are you…” She paused, whispered words caught behind clenched teeth, and swallowed. “...Do you feel safe here at Skyhold, Tal?”

Talenna stilled, her focus faltering. Her spell flickered like a dying flame. “...Most days.”

She felt Neria shudder against her, and her grip went tight. “Ir abelas, lethal’lan. I-” The sentence was lost in a strangled sob, and then another. “I’m not- ”

Whatever Neria had been about to say was lost in the folds of her scarf, stifled into nothingness as Talenna wrapped her arms around her friend and tugged her in tight to a hug. ‘Good’ she thought. Talenna doubted that she would have much agreed with what was meant to be spoken anyways. 

After all, she wasn’t one for lies or slander about her friends, even when self inflicted. 

“It’s alright, lethal’lan.” She spoke low, in soft reassurances, her words smoothed over by each pass of her hand across Neria’s trembling back. “You don’t need to apologize. Not to me.”

She felt Neria’s fists fist tighter into the folds of her tunic. “I’ll be better. I promise I will.”

Talenna felt sick. Such earnest words, sturdy and unyielding as the oak, but they were the wrong ones. Talenna shook her head, and snarled, “That is not necessary.”

“I promise you,” she said instead, digging herself deeper. Rooting herself firmly in her own oath. “I promise.” 

She repeated those words again and again in endless refrain as her tears stained Talenna’s clothes. Each one given worse than the last. Some were spoken in apology. Others in anger. But mostly, they were just weighed with guilt. Terrible and unforgiving guilt. 

Talenna held her friend through it all, accepting each apology as it came. Such awful, heavy gifts they were, and she wanted none of them. 

But she took them anyway. If only to spare her friend the weight.

[zzztobi]

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welp, hello again!! i updated the band after ages god i feel awful but anyway, there's still 5 or 6 more chapters to come so pls wait for them ill try and update soon, hope you enjoy these ones in the meantime love ya <33

[reinflare]

Chapter 1 : Welcome to Devildom, Your Above Average Hell!!!

Summary : Welcome! You’re the new exchange student at RAD! You didn’t plan on another study, but here we are.

Warning : none?? idk pls tell me

Word Count : 1511

Notes : I appreciate critics and suggestion, pls do tell if you have any. I’m new to writing or making story over all, so expect me stumbling all over with this. oh yeah and this is my take on the game story, enjoy! X)

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You’ve finally graduated from college and now a bachelor of something. No more thesis or essays to be made. You've decided it's time to take a break before doing another gruesome work called getting a job. Though many would disagree with your decision, you don’t care about them. They don’t know what you’ve gone through, and you’re the one to decide your path.

So here you are in your living room, holding your game console about to drop into a comfy bean bag.

You close your eyes as you fall down, but something doesn’t feel right. The fall is… a little too long, and you landed on something hard. Confused, you get up and open your eyes only to see that you’re in some kind of courtroom.

“Welcome to Devildom Y/N.” said a red haired man. “..oh, pardon me. A little shocked, are we? Well that is all normal after all you’ve just arrived.” the man continued.

All of what the man said passed through your head as you’re still trying to understand ‘Devildom’. ‘Ahh, it seemed I finally died out of stress? Guess the holiday didn’t work after all.’ you thought.

You stared at the man as he introduced himself and explained the place you’re in. “ok. His name is Diavolo, and this place is RAD… Interesting acronym.” you noted to yourself.

‘Wait a second… shouldn’t he be telling me what bad deeds i have done by now?? I know I hated school but I'm pretty sure my kind of living hell would be being surrounded by A LOT of people.’

As diavolo finished his monologue you asked “Um.. I have 2 questions if that’s ok.” 

“Oho, ask away.” Diavolo replied.

You take a deep breath “Am I dead? And if I am dead… or not? Why am I here?”

“I will explain everything to you, but first of all you are not dead.” said the black haired man that is now standing and walking over to you.

“y/n, this is Lucifer. He’s a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Said Diavolo and he continues to explain how Lucifer is the vice president of the student council and his right-hand man and so on. You decided to observe the other 4 people in the room while Listening. After Diavolo has finished, Lucifer was about to continue his explanation but you decided your question is more important.

“ok… if you’re a demon… and everyone else is too. Don’t you all look too human?” Silence permeated through the room as you finished.

You hear Lucifer chuckle as he proceeds to spurt 2 pairs of wings and a pair of horns. “Does this look demonic enough for you?” Lucifer smiles menacingly at you.

“I think I expected something more… gory, sigh. We can just continue with the explanation.” ‘If I am in danger, they would’ve killed me a long time ago and wouldn’t be so polite… right?’

Lucifer is confused and surprised at how calm you’re taking everything, but he continues with the explanation anyway. He starts from the purpose of the exchange program, how long is your stay at Devildom, and what is your task as an exchange student.

Your excitement dies as you hear you’re going to write a thesis at the end of the program. ‘Welp… If you can do it once, you can do it again. Try not to internally die challenge. season 2.’

“Pfft no need to look so glum, you’re not going to write a doctoral thesis.” says Lucifer.

“Still… I didn’t remember I applied for another degree.”

“Well it’s time for you to meet your caretaker for your stay here.” Lucifer hands you a familiar looking device. “This is your DDD, it’s similar to your device from the Human Realm. Now, use it to call my brother Mammon.” You did as you’re told. You just didn’t expect a loud voice to greet you when you put the DDD to your ear.

“YOOooo Lucifer! I’ll be there in a minute, KAy! Totally didn’t forget!” The call immediately ended after that. You didn’t even get a chance to say anything. “Um, Lucifer… you sure he wouldn’t forget me in the middle of a street?” you look worriedly at Lucifer. “There is no need to worry, he is the only one that is available to do the task.” Lucifer continued by introducing apparently his brothers.

Just as the ‘Intro to the 7 Deadly Sins’ finishes, Mammon arrives with a loud bang of a door.

“HEYYA! Where’s that puny little human I need to take care of?”

“And that… is Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” Lucifer sighed. “Now that you’re here. Take the human to the House of Lamentation. You’ll be living with the 6 of us.”

“What about my things? I would need to get back if I want to stay for a year here don't I?”

“You’ll find it in your room.”

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The walk to HoL was… as you expected. Mammon rambles the whole walk talking about how you’re just a weak human and must be grateful that he’s your guardian, how you must address him by Great Mammon, How dangerous other demons are to humans and so on.

You kept answering him with ok and all agreeing kind of hum as you’re getting annoyed at how noisy he’s being. ‘He’ll stop at some point right? RIGHT!?’

As you arrive at HoL a loud shout calls out. “MAMMMOON RETURN MY MONEY NOW!!!” A blue haired male comes running down the stairs with a very angry face.

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You’re now hiding in what you suppose the dining room under a long table. The last thing you remembered was Mammon saying “IT’S EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES” as he ran away, and you also ran, he was so fast that you lost him in less than 3 seconds. ‘Why am I hiding again??? Ah right… a random angry dude encountered’

You came out of the table and looked around. ‘He left me before getting me to my room… sigh I guess I just have to find it on my own.’

The nearest door to you is next to the kitchen and when you open the door you see some of your stuff and suitcases. ‘Oh I got lucky.’

The room is spacious and lush with plants on the wall. The lamp on the ceiling is emitting quite some heat. You suppose it was a substitute for the sun that lacks in Devildom. You go to unpack your suitcases and find some of your books along with your clothes and underwares. ‘I don’t want to think about it but… you can’t say I won't be creeped out when someone I don't know packs my underwear!!’

“They really got all my necessities, from toothbrush to sketchbooks.” “I probably should walk around and familiarize myself… it’s still too early to sleep.”

Your door opens and Mammon’s head pops in “oh you found your room.” “AAA GOD DAMMIT!! CAN’t you knock!?” Mammon cringes at that. “Yea yea, I’m just checking on ya. I see ya got everything covered. Chiao”. Mammon was leaving  “w-wait... I... might need some… g-guidance from the Great Mammon, mind touring me around?” Mammon smiles smugly “well since you said it that way The Great Mammon will give ya puny human some guidance around HoL!”

‘Good, he’s predictable. Use the right word and all will be going fine.’

Mammon tours you around HoL, he tells you some histories and stories behind some items in HoL. Mammon tells you not to touch anything in case the item is cursed. At the hall there were portraits of the brothers and one you haven’t met. You guessed it belonged to the Avatar of Sloth, considering that every other deadly sin had been introduced. You thought that it isn’t your business, so you didn’t ask where sloth is.

The tour goes smoothly as you and Mammon jokes around. When you check the time, the tour has gone for 1 and half hours. “Aaand that is the end of our tour.” Mammon smiles brightly.

“Ah it’s almost time for dinner, let’s go to the dining room.” “I’m not on the menu am I?” Mammon smiles suspiciously at you “oh, what if you are.” “pfft alright I know you’re joking. Come on let’s go to the dining room” Mammon laughs and continues walking.

You smile ‘I suppose he isn’t that bad. Quite nice actually… just a little noisy and annoying.’

The dinner was quite eventful. Mammon had to get the blue haired guy who’s name is Leviathan to dinner. Leviathan asked… well more like scolding you why you ran earlier that day. The food was… intriguing, it looks very normal, too normal but it was made with very different ingredients and it tastes somewhat similar but different. ‘I am now interested to learn more about devildom cuisines.’ The food portion you got was too much for you and Beelzebub asked if he could eat your leftovers. You don’t mind it much and give it to him.

You laughed to yourself, ‘This is going to be some interesting year i got.’

[leffee]

Dom Russell headcannons!?

Man, oh maaan, I'm glad I infected someone with liking him ^^. Anyway, those are all going to mostly refer to Russell x Vinnie, because of course they will, but feel free to do with them whatever you want:

he picks up Vinnie a lot as well as carries him. He's not exactly strong, but Vinnie's small so it doesn't get in the way. While he can't throw him over his shoulder or anything like that, he can carry him when using both arms, especially bridal style which is actually his favourite

sometimes he will randomly, though mostly in private, grab Vinnie's wrists and pull him to himself to kiss him. All the while still holding his wrists, not letting go

he loves loves taking a shower or bath with Vinnie and washing him, but especially standing behing him and washing his hair. With time he became an expert on exactly how and where to touch his head for this massage to be the most enjoyable

speaking of which, this doesn't only apply to Vinnie hair or I guess rather his head. He knows all of the bigger or smaller spots that when touched just right make Vinnie react. Especially his neck. He genuinely enjoys kissing Vinnie's neck more than his lips, because it makes him react so much. Kissing, nibbling, nuzzling, it doesn't matter, he knows exactly how to (ab)use this knowledge

a thing that is directly linked to that ^ is this, he likes making Vinnie blush, not only for the obvious reasons but also because it's generally hard to make Vinnie blush. Like, he has to be reeeally flustered to go red, and Russell's happy to find all those ways to make him. One of those ways is, as I said, knowing all those spots and how to touch them

not only does he let Vinnie borrow his clothes, often he himself will actively encourage him to take more, mostly sweaters. While they're almost the same height (that's right, I'm commiting to Vinnie being shorter), Russell is a little bit taller and mostly he is chubbier, so some of his clothes still look a bit oversized on Vinnie. Even if not, they sure do fit him

aside from all those physical things, Russell loves picking Vinnie up with his car when the latter doesn't expect that. For example: Vinnie had long classes and normally would have to bother himself with inconveniences of public transport, but Russell takes the time out of his day and so when Vinnie comes out of the college building, fully expecting that he'll have to go by bus or sth. But then he sees Russell waving at him from the car and Vinnie's so so happy and relieved

he's barely taller, but still taller, and he likes flexing that on Vinnie (I mean, pls, they canonicaly argue about who's taller. Sure, it happened only once, but still)

his favourite way to show that Vinnie is his boyfriend isn't kissing, that'd be too obvious for him, that's not fun. He will rather stand next to him and wrap his arm around Vinnie's shoulder or waist, and subtly but surely move closer and close the space between them. Vinnie will usually in this situation either lay his head on Russell's shoulder or turn to him and wrap his arms around his shoulders

he likes taking pictures of Vinnie (alone or with himself), but not in any special occasions (though those are precious too, of course). His favourites however are the simplest ones with him just eating or scrolling through his phone, stuff like that

Okay, those ended up being all about Russell x Vinnie, welp. These headcanons are all pretty basic but that's how I like em :)). Based, absolutely based.

[ultranerdygirl]

JSE Community Greet

Preferred name: Liv! (This is what I usually go by online.)

Preferred pronouns: She/her!

When did you start watching JSE?

Early 2017, I believe. :) I know I had been watching Jack’s videos for a while cuz I went to his first HDWGH show in Chicago in September that year.

Why did you start watching JSE?

No clue, honestly. I think I had just heard of him in passing and was like, “Welp, I’ve got nothing better to do!” And then I fell in love with the channel and Jack as a person. (I think I may have come across his “Bully” playthrough and got invested in it. That was my first series that I watched all the way through, anyway.)

What's your favorite things about the channel?

The way Jack makes me laugh so hard that I cry with his commentary. I also love the videos where he gets introspective and it feels so genuine and warm and thoughtful. It’s like listening to an old friend.

Do you have a fave ego?

Ze good doctah himself, Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein! (Jameson Jackson is a close second, though.) Henrik makes me laugh the most out of all the egos.

What type of community member are you?(lurker/artist/theorist/editor/shitposter/author etc.)

Lurker and occasional shitposter. I mostly just reblog the cool art/theories that come across my dash.

What else do you enjoy?

Writing, reading, doodling occasionally, baking, etc. I’m in like a zillion other fandoms so visiting my blog is kind of a crapshoot on what you’re gonna see on any given day, lol.

Are you open to nice messages and new friends?

If it’s like a one-time little message just to say hi, then sure! If you’re trying to become BFFs or anything super involved, then it’s a no. (I have social anxiety, pls have mercy on me.)

[confused-as-all-hell]

as widely requested, here is the era of peace between the couples who have subjected to my misery and doom. rest assured i’ll stop causing you all so much pain. first, as always, comes nina and matthias serving enemies to lovers. i would love it if you reblogged, because it makes such a difference

tagging everyone who stormed my dms and notes looking for kinder endings: @thebonecarver @crazywritingbookworm @holding-shan-back-from-murder @highfaelucien @saltyfortunes @queer-bookwyvern @smol-satan @quintessential-octessence @nightshade3465 @murderbabies @wafflesandschemingfaces @dreaminginvelaris

@black-like-my-soul to you, ofc, because you make everything brighter

Matthias Helvar hadn't always loved her.

Once upon a time, he had simply been a boy from the countryside, his fingers stained with blue ink, the curve of his mouth slow and deliberate.

Once upon a time, he had spent his days closeted away in the university library, poring over texts and thick tomes snatched from the very highest shelves.

Once upon a time, he had slept peacefully in his bed, and woken to the sun rather than a star-bright laugh, and his evenings were dull but he knew their rhythm, their beat.

Once upon a time, his name had been eight letters, three syllables, one simple intonation; the first time he heard her say it, breathless and gasping with her head thrown back against the wall, he lost his fucking mind.

They had just been two students, too determined and arrogant and convinced of their own pride. Nina Zenik was raucous and gorgeous and so likened to the sea, all lush curves and storming tempers and glittering surfaces and unknown depths. Matthias Helvar was quiet and furious and easily compared to the ice, all shining facets and cold beauty and unforgiving resistance and inflexible anger.

They danced around each other, at first, a solid series of cautious steps and mocking inclines of the head.

Sometimes he glimpsed her running around the fields, her straight dark hair slick with snow, spluttering as a tall young man tossed another handful at her. He watched with mounting fury as she stretched out during lectures, her head tipping back, soft rosebud lips parting.

Matthias hated her.

Hated the exquisite sprawl of her body, the graceful curves and elegant concaves and sharp angles.

Hated that when the night grew dark, darker, darkest, she was all he could think about.

Hated her eyes, brightest summer green, like dewy leaves and eager flower shoots and grapes stolen from his sister's plate.

But he had never glimpsed anything quite so ethereal as her gaze, and her lovely, secret smile. The smile she turned on her dearest friends, the smile he so often wished to experience, the smile he thought could turn the coldest dregs of the world warm.

She was fucking stunning, and brilliant and wise and glorious and he wanted to kiss her so badly it ached.

She was fucking awful, and loud and insouciant and miserable and he wanted to hold a knife to her throat and listen to her beg.

But she was Nina Zenik, after all, and he never managed to do much more than ruin himself with his fantasies and hopes and wild dreams.

When Matthias lay on someone else's bedroom floor, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that couldn't quite focus, all he could hear was the soft lilt of her laugh, the dulcet cadence of her voice.

He heard her whisper, Matthias Matthias Matthias as if his name was her religion, and she was kneeling at the altar.

And if Matthias spent his nights imagining the press of her hands, the furious set of her lips, the slide of her clothes against his bare skin, he could blame it on his hatred.

He found excuses to watch as she bickered with Kaz Brekker in the corridors, shouting over her shoulder and grinning all the same. He studied at the same table where she was talking to Wylan Van Eck as he sketched with limber dark pencils, preserving her smile in charcoal and paper. He couldn’t keep himself from listening as she laughed with Inej Ghafa, both of them doubled up, arm in arm. And when he glimpsed her trailing her fingers up Jesper Fahey’s arm, her eyes blurred with ecstasy, he nearly lost his damned mind.

Sometimes he reminded her of a hurricane, fierce and indomitable and unforgiving, and then he saw the shade of her eyes and all he could see was flowers flowers flowers.

Winter roses, shrouded in snow and cloud and mist, regal despite every attempt to make them bow.

Spring cherry blossoms, their branches slender and elegant, every little flower a bouquet of rosy jewels.

Autumn sunflowers, veiled in dusty light and the dying cinders of day, the sprawled petals a beacon of hope.

Summer hydrangeas, sweet and bright and prismatic with their precise hues, resting in a crown upon her head.

She was every blossom in the world flowering at once, a determined tide of unfurling colour, undaunted and unbothered.

Nina, Nina, Nina. Even the lilt of her name was a blessing in his mouth, though everything he longed to do with her was godless.

Matthias wanted to watch those rosy lips part, wanted to hear the breathless moan that escaped her, wanted to taste the sound on his lips. He wanted to watch the famous Nina Zenik come and come apart on top of him.

She was a song, and he could have listened until the downfall of the world. He had never heard anything quite so exquisite.

Her voice felt like redemption.

And suddenly, Matthias was seeing her everywhere.

She was in the little cafe across the street, her dark hair unbound, her lipstick the colour of fury, leaning across her table to better reach the sugar bowl.

She was dancing in the club his friends dragged him to, her hands tangled in a pretty girl's hair, and they were both kissing, moaning breathlessly, and all he felt was jealousy jealousy jealousy.

She was unwrapping a cherry popsicle and sucking on it idly, her head in some boy's lap as he braided her hair, and he had never known such hatred.

She was in his messages, in his kitchen, in his bed.

When Nina was drinking at a club, her lips around a twirling straw, her red velvet dress hitched around her thighs, all he could think about was the daring cut of her neckline, the precise slash across her breasts.

And maybe it was because he was drunk and tired and ecstatic that he asked her for a dance.

It wasn't the slow, sweet, serious waltz he had always imagined undertaking with his future bride.

It was furious and frenzied and fearless, his hands on the curve of her waist, her lips tracing a hot path down his throat.

It was Nina angling her face to stare up at him, long lashes low, her mouth parted ever so slightly.

It was Matthias sliding his fingers into her hair, gazing down at her, kissing her.

When she sighed against him, a breathless exhale, he lost his fucking mind.

His hands were tracing up the tight velvet of her dress, ghosting across the flare of her hips, faltering at the graceful curve of her breasts, and then she was whispering and smiling and her fucking green eyes were fluttering closed.

Matthias never saw the colour green the same way.

They never spoke of the kiss, or the dozens that followed, each one occurring beneath the strobe lights of their nightclub and a haze of ecstasy.

His evenings began to play out like a movie one had watched thousands of times, and yet every single twist was breathtaking, ethereal.

Nina's warm, sweet mouth. Her wicked hands. Her secret smile. The press of her lips against his own. The curve of her body tight to his own. The brilliance of her, so incredibly staggering that he felt the need to turn away.

She was Nina Zenik and sometimes when Matthias realized he was the one she was kissing, the one who felt her clever touch, the one who was witnessing her delighted grin.

And in those moments, the world could have been hewn of gold for how exquisite it seemed.

The very first time Nina kissed him outside of their club, he could barely move.

She had simply bounded up to him, dark hair ribboning back, and suddenly she was kissing him, one warm hand through his own.

All Matthias could do was stand still, stand still, stand still.

He still dreamt about the wicked, determined, furious look in her eyes as she collided with him. That single spark in her gaze could have lit cities aflame.

Their relationship was never the brutal, raucous wreck Matthias had imagined.

It was Nina with her arms around his neck in the corridors, leaning onto the tips of her toes, smiling up at him.

It was Matthias leaving a bouquet of sunflowers in her dorms, because something about their undaunted bright stand reminded him of her.

It was Nina tangled in his bedsheets, her hair a dark halo on the pillow, sunlight slanting across her soft skin, smiling just so slightly even in her sleep.

It was Matthias waking up to a series of drunken texts and shaking his head, because of course she was out drinking at three in the damned morning.

It was Nina skating across the lake of his childhood, her arms held aloft for balance, smiling softly as she whirled; a wraith of the cold, a sylph of the ice. Her cheeks were red as cherries in the winter air, and every breath was a cloud of warm air past her parted lips.

When she threw her head back, dark hair shaking loose, he thought love might be his death after all.

And on the single night when the sky was clear, and the clouds were softer than spun silk, and they were laying intertwined in the meadows, Matthias wondered if it hadn’t already.

If he could have captured the stars, they would have been hers.

[inkykeiji]

Dont be shy... give us a pic of the dabi pillow :)

If you want to of course ^_^

HEHEHEHE (´∀｀)♡

here he is with wes bean n then there’s a v low quality photo of me hugging him tight tight tight!!!! he’s cute tho (*/ω＼*)

please don’t reblog!

[brightymir]

Demon slayer Request ok could you write of gn headcanons and scenarioes like gn reader lose a limb like a arm to protect there lover from a Fatal attack from a demon and how would lover react to that seeing you lose your arm to protect them and the characters are tanjiro rengoku shinobu and uzui.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

cw: canon violence, gore, language, entertainment district arc spoilers, not proofread

word count: 2.4k

characters; tanjiro, kyojuro, shinobu x gn!reader, tengen x fem!reader

author's note: this is 1/5 kny req from my inbox, kny anons pls wait hhshdhshdhhsha i can't find time to write continuously T_T had to make tengen’s fem!reader to match his canon type still, i hope u enjoy this and have a wonderful day!! <33

part one || part two

❄︎ tanjiro kamado

it was thanks to his younger sister that he was pulled from his daze, saving him from his demise and as he felt his entire lungs heat up, scorching hot, and he was unable to raise his sword

he saw a glint of the sword in the moonlight. and felt warm blood on his cheeks, trickling down slowly as it seeped through his uniform

huh? blood? is it his? but he doesn’t feel pain anywhere but his lungs.

his eyes widened as he saw a deep cut in your arm, blood oozing and splattering everywhere. he looked up to see you, forcing a smile as you stopped the bleeding with your sash “get your strength back, tanjiro, i can hold out until the sun rises, anyway.” he wanted to panic and stand up, but his body pulled him to a momentary slumber.

when he came to, he saw you struggling to contain nezuko from attacking a wounded human, a difficult feat to achieve with deep gash on your arm, but you did not relent, not allowing nezuko to harm an innocent civilian. tanjiro rushed to you, taking over nezuko as you sped off to inflict more damage to the upper moon before it turned its attention to the civilians.

you did not notice but the wound on your arm increased his battle spirit immensely, his eyes bleeding once again.

and as the battle progressed, uzui arrived and the other part of the upper rank six appeared, tanjiro couldn’t help but worry about you and your state, taking away the demons’ attention on you. this made you feel touched but you were reminded that you two were in a battle field, and any emotions or pain should be set aside. 

“eyes on the prize, tanjiro, don’t worry about me and just finish off those damned dem- TANJIRO!” you exclaimed and jumped in front of him, before gyuutaro’s sickle hit him in the neck. and the world seemed to slow down little by little as he saw your wounded lower arm sever completely from your upper arm, blood flying through the air as your arm landed heaven knows where. 

you let out a shaky sigh as you scrambled to stop the bleeding with your haori. “welp, there goes my arm” you said and shook tanjiro. “hey, i’m still alive, it’s just an arm” you said and scattered, finding an opening to add to the damage the others already did. “remember to breathe properly, tanjiro!”

the battle progressed and his eyes wandered to you often, as you took care of daki alongside zenitsu and inosuke. he could barely contain himself as he saw uzui lose his left arm, and the way daki’s obi threw you to a pile of building rubble. 

still, he fought, he fought until the demons’ head disintegrated to ashes in his palms. 

and when he awoke two months later, your right hand placed on top of his, his eyes quickly made their way to your left arm, heart breaking at the sight of bandages wrapped around your elbow.

he smiled as he saw your sleeping expression, peaceful and at ease. he knows right then and there that there was no need to worry, you’re strong. strong enough to surpass this hurdle. 

and if ever you decide that you’re tired, he’ll gladly be your arm, your feet, your eyes and everything you wish for in this world. 

❄︎ kyojuro rengoku

you don't doubt kyojuro, not a single hint of it. you believe in him, his abilities, his prowess, his resolve and his courage, he won't be taken down so easily.

you were just a kinoe, you cannot do anything to help kyojuro.

so you looked away and opted to help move the people from the train to the open field, leaving kyojuro to his own resources. you could clearly hear the conversation between him and the demon, who was persistent on making kyojuro a demon, admiring your lover's strength and spirit. you sucked in a deep breath, wanting nothing more than just to shut those filthy mouth of his with your blade.

you see how battered and deeply wounded kyojuro was, making you grip your sword tight, contemplating your options. his strength and energy was nearing to cease, someone had to intervene and help him buy time, and no one is responsible for that but you.

you sped off stealthily to kyojuro and the demon, trying your best not to alert either of them of your presence. you were thankful for yout intuition, your foresight. because you were able to sense where the upper moon three's fist was about to collide with kyojuro's body.

you barely made it by a millisecond, doing a cartwheel in the air as a final effort to shield kyojuro, and you felt the rock hard fist of the demon meet your right knee, effectively severing your lower leg from your thighs, flying off somewhere. you can't focus on anything else but getting rid of the demon at that moment.

you didn't have time to pay attention to your lost right leg as you propped yourself and your weight on your other leg, standing behind the demon as you struck the side of his neck. "kyojuro! take the other side!!" you exclaimed and your lover was quick to react, slicing through the demon's neck as hard as you were.

when you saw the demon try to attack kyojuro again, you retracted your sword to cut off his arms, which proved to be difficult as his arms regenerate quickly as soon as you cut them off, keeping you occupied as you trust kyojuro to slice his head off. you sense tanjiro and inosuke approach the two of you, and it was at that moment that you lost your balance as the demon jumped away, afraid of the rising sun.

kyojuro was quick to catch you in his arms as the blood loss began to get to you, your vision getting hazy as you felt your consciousness slipping away. "don't worry about me, get the demon" and kyojuro should, he must, but at that moment, he was your lover before he was the flame hashira.

so he stayed beside you as your vision turned black, kyojuro's bloodied face and the sun rising the last thing you see.

you regained consciousness after three days, kyojuro by your bedside as he quietly replaced the bandages on your knee, bringing tears to your eyes but you brushed them away before kyojuro sees them.

"shouldn't you be resting?" you said hoarsely which drew his attention to you, making him smile brightly as he finished up tending to your severed leg. he sat beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, making you hum in return.

"kocho said the same, but i feel good as new" he said making you smile. your eyes faltered to your severed leg, making you tear up once again as your lips quivered, you were overtaken by sadness.

kyojuro's eyes did not escape your reaction, so he pulled you into a hug as you finally let your tears fall freely, dampening his uniform. only around kyojuro can you be vulnerable and meek like this, only around kyojuro can you show your weaknesses and shortcomings.

"you're strong, darling. you saved me, and i could never thank you enough for that. i promise to be with you, every step of the way, i love you."

❄︎ tengen uzui

out of everyone, you are the most stubborn of tengen’s wives, so he was hardly surprised when you went in the battlefield with him, deaf to suma’s cries.

tengen could not even follow your movements, wondering how you manage to pull several kunais from your body all at once, seemingly never running out of the weapon no matter how much you hurl towards the demon who had two sickles as his weapon. he kept up with you, turning it into a silly competition as you two teased each other, not paying mind to the words of the demon. 

and thought there were three of you taking turns in inflicting damage, it didn't seem to weaken in the slightest. you grumbled to yourself as you were slowly running out of kunai, jumping around the rubble in hopes to recollect those you threw moments before.

after successfully recollecting seven of it, your eyes faltered to tengen who was taking a moment to adjust to one eye only, and the demon who did not plan on ceasing his attacks.

perhaps it was because of your kunoichi instinct, or your reflex, or simply because you needed to, your body moved without thinking as you hurried to put yourself in front of tengen, jumping high up to meet the sickle that was supposed to pierce his neck.

your right elbow felt numb as your lower arm flew off, into the pile of rubble around you. you recoiled and used your cloth to stop the bleeding, you noticed the shift in the air, growing more menacing as you felt heavy pressure. when you looked at tengen, you see him shrouded in a dark aura, his eyes trained at the demon a few feet away.

his eyes could've missed the way your arm got cut off, but the sound hashira's ears will never escape the whimper that fell from your lips the moment you lost your lower arm.

the next thing you felt was makio and hinatsuru carrying you away from the site of the battle. you let yourself get dragged away, knowing full well that once tengen is fired up, he will not back down until his goal is achieved. and you let yourself fall into slumber for a short while.

when you awoke, you were beside tengen as your wives gathered around the two of you, suma and makio bickering once again.

"stupid ass, i saved you from getting your neck sliced off and you die because of poisoning? this is not flamboyant, tengen" you muttered quickly, trying to lace mock in your voice but you couldn't as tears begin to escape your eyes.

"heh, at least i've got an arm" he teased and chuckles as your brows met each other.

it was at that moment that a little demon girl made its way to the four of you, placing her hand on tengen as you watched your husband light up in red flames, engulfing him quickly.

you were about to grab a kunai and deal with the little girl but suma's screaming beat you to it. you paused your movements when you sensed movements beside you, seeing the poison fade from tengen's body.

the kakushis and the serpent pillar arrived shortly, with your husband announcing his retirement. as the five of you walked away, a thought lingered in your head, to whom tengen responded.

"it's okay to retire like this, flamboyantly. i already told you, your lives are of the utmost importance" he reassured and gave all of you a smile. and somehow, you felt at ease, knowing you can live in peace with your loved ones.

❄︎ shinobu kocho

you ran through the forest, keeping up with the demon as shinobu evacuated the small village at the foot of the mountain, trying to reduce any casualties your clash with the demon might cause. 

you did not doubt shinobu’s abilities nor her expertise in poisons that incapacitates demons. but she was distracted, her mind was floating in the where, you knew well that she was not focused on the mission at hand, her mind still lingering around the past month's events.

kanae's death took a toll on her. that was an undeniable fact. kanae was her sister, her only family left, and she was taken harshly away from her. however she's a demon hunter, the master of the butterfly estate, another undeniable fact.

and demon hunters, no matter the obstacle they face, will continue to move forward without relent.

with that in mind, you sped up as shinobu appeared behind you, eyes trained forward with a light smile on her face. you remained silent, knowing it was her facade ever since the day kanae passed.

after minutes of running, you felt yourself chill as the forest felt suddenly could, and you felt a heavy presence from... above! you quickly looked up in time to see the demon descend from a high tree, headed for shinobu who was frozen in place.

the demon's eyes said "lower moon two".

you pushed shinobu away as you fell face flat on the ground, not fast enough to stand up as the demon's feet crushed your knees, making you scream and writhe in pain. you tried to reach for your sword but the demon did not allow you. while stepping on your back, the demon reached for your left forearm, ripping it away from your elbow.

the pain took over your senses, but you were thankful that you were quick enough to push shinobu away, else, her body would be shredded to pieces now just from the demon's brute strength and force.

"SHINOBU! LOVE, I NEED YOU TO FOCUS PLEASE!" you screamed, effectively shaking her off from her daze. her purple eyes, which were originally hollow, turned shades deeper as her eyes traveled to your severed forearm, blood flowing freely from your elbow as she heard your whimpers and sniffles.

with her vision red, shinbu charged straight for the demon, twistinf her sword in the scabbard before unsheathing it. before the demon had a chance to launch an attack, shinobu already pierced its neck, administering wisteria poison to the demon.

the demon soon turned to ashes, and you lay on the ground, trying to regain composure as you bled out. black and white spots started to cloud your vision as you felt your head get rested on shinobu's lap. you gave her a small smile as you felt her tears fall on your cheeks.

"shh, don't cry. you did such a wonderful job, kocho shinobu, insect hashira" you said before succumbing to slumber.

you awoke to the scent of disinfectant and lavender, your waist down feeling numb. your eyes traveled to your left forearm, your dominant arm. the door opened, shinobu appearing and when she saw you awake, she rushed beside you.

she held your right hand, eyes focused on your left elbow as her other hand caressed your legs. you pressed a kiss to her cheek, turning her gaze to you.

"i'll be fine, darling. i just need to practice with my right arm from now on. something like this won't take me down, won't take us down" you reassured her as you pulled her into a tight hug.

she might never be able to express it properly, but she's grateful that you're so strong. so strong and tough enough to survive and not leave her alone. you were her last string of sanity and she might just go berserk if you slipped through her fingers.

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2022 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms without permission. thank you.

[wonwoonlight]

Hello love your work‼️ pls keep going ♡

can i request a wonwoo fluff of him trying to wake up MC and they kinda pull him in the bed and trap him? if that makes sense

thank you ‼️‼️💖

[06:10 AM]

“Angel?” Wonwoo whispers softly as he tries to shake you awake. He knows you’re a light sleeper and you’ve probably woken up the moment Wonwoo get up to get some water. “Are you really not going to wake up?”

You just grunt at him, making a show of turning your back to him as you pretend like you’re still asleep.

“Come on, I know you’re awake,” he tries again, he goes to sit down on the little space you’ve left from turning to the other side. “Wasn’t it you who told me to wake you up so you can join me on my morning run?”

The only reply Wonwoo gets is another grunt and you pulling up the blanket higher to cover your face. He definitely knows you’re awake now, but you couldn’t careless when the sun is barely even up right now.

“Are you really going to make me run by myself?”

“You’ve always run by yourself,” you finally reply, annoyed at the way Wonwoo’s continuously shaking you. “You go do that while I go back to sleep.”

Wonwoo grins, his mission of annoying you awake works at last.

“But I want to do it with you.”

You turn to him again, blanket is up to your nose and Wonwoo can only see your eyes glaring at him. You don’t say anything for a moment, simply stares at him as he stares back at you.

“Come here,” you break the silence as you wave your hand to signal him closer.

He tilts his head in confusion, but complies as he leans down to get closer to you.

Once he’s right in front of your face, you quickly throw the blanket away to pull him down with you, your arms around his neck and your legs trapping his lower limb.

The only reason you’re able to do this is because Wonwoo’s caught off guard, there’s no way you’d be able to forcefully pull him down if he’s aware of it.

You giggle at the noise he makes at back of his throat, shocked and a little annoyed. Wonwoo can obviously pry you off if he wants, but who is he to deny your warmth?

“Comfy, right?” you ask innocently, settling his head on your chest. “What about we just go back to sleep, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says in defeat, getting comfortable in your embrace while he’s at it. “I’ll get back to you for this one day. You wait and see.”

A/N: i really always go overboard when it comes to wonwoo welp. anyway, thanks for the request anon! <3 enjoy this ehehhe

[joshuahong]

“Our complete bond leads us to our brightest moment” Al1 Era / Seventeen / 05.22.2017

[yunopouts]

how nct dream would react to idolgirlfriend!reader being shipped with someone else 😩😩😩

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

OKAY HI 😩 so i finished this and sorry it took me a bit. also sorry if some of the scenarios are complete trash, i wanted to get something out for y’all since it’s been like two days :// ANYWAYS, i hope this is okay and enjoy our lil babies :)

Mork my fav Dork: He’s watching TV with, let’s go with 127 (cause why not) and an ad/teaser for your new drama comes on; it’s a clip of you and your love interest about to kiss

Absolutely jealous for no reason

Mans got a puffed chest 😭😭

Lip lick and raised brow

The Nct face, if you will

The rest of the boys are yelling and he joins in

“AYO THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND” HE YELLS “Square up”AT THE TV

Would have punched the tv

Jungwoo and Taeyong have to hold him back but he’s still cursing at your poor coworker

literally just swearing at him in english

and johnny is literally sobbing over it

“NEXT TIME I SEE THAT DUDE ITS OVER” he yelled “Gonna beat his ass”

He keeps on muttering shit like that with the biggest pout and with his arms crossed until you come pick him up

He’ll literally be fine after he sees you come through the door

Renjeun: you were told that you, and the guy who you were giving an award with, looked really good together.

Renjun was there

Waiting for you

So he heard everything

He laughed really loudly

So loud that you heard him

So did your partner

And interviewer

And practically every person watching the interview through the tv

That man simply does not care

He knows that you wouldn’t cheat on him

He also knows that you’re his bitch

Jenojam: Lee Sooman and Mnet chose you and CIX’s Bae Jinyoung to be partners in a very sensual dance, and not you and your boyfriend, Jeno.

He’s neutral

Like, he’s very offended that he doesn’t get to dance with you

But on the other hand he’s so happy

because you’re getting more recognition as an idol

Since this is big he doesn’t want to say anything that would make you change your mind

But he does mention that there would definitely be a very big problem if jinyoung makes a move on you

Which makes you happy

because #protectiveboyfriendthings🤪

Kidding… not really lmao

FULL SUN ☀️ : you and your friend from your trainee days were photographed coming out of a hotel, which raised suspicion, even though y’all were only getting lunch

Petty bitch #1

Hyuck comes to the hotel to pick you up

Literally nobody knows you two are dating

When you and your friend were walking out of said hotel, you saw hyuck

Waiting outside a company car with his arms crossed

You had to act like you didn’t want to kiss him in sight

He took you by the hand and put you in the car

He brought you to the mall

Bought you so many things

For no reason cause you didn’t see the problem

Mr. Na, our favourite kindergarten teacher: you were to be modeling for Allure, but with your ex-boyfriend, Astro’s Sahna

Petty bitch #2

The glare

THE POSSESIVENESS

OH MY GOD

LIKE CLINGY BUT LIKE

HE’D LOOK SO HOT DOING IT

HE’D KISS HIS TEETH

AND ROLL HIS EYES

You have never seen him act this way ever

For the whole two years you’d been together

Welp, there’s a first for everything  🤷

Chenle: another male idol has his hand dangerously close to your butt, while posing for the cameras on the red carpet

Bitch is SCOFFING

He’s so mad

Jesus christ

“I’d like to see him try”

If looks could kill

Bae would be in prison

For life

Mans knuckles would be turning white

Veins poppin

He’d let the dreamies leave so that he could wait for you

He pulls you by the hand and actually puts his hand on your ass

Shameless mf

Andy Park: he would be scrolling through twitter and ship edit of you and your band mate (a group with boys and girls, like KARD) would pop up on his tl

He’d be so scared

And so sad

Even though he knows you guys are like family

Shaky hands, again

Take the baby away from twitter pls T_T

His eyes :(((((((

He’s honestly just offended that it wasn’t a ship edit of the two of you

You weren’t with him when he saw it

So the second you walked through the door of the Dreamie’s dorm

He got off the couch and without saying anything, he hugged you

It scared you because you didn’t know what was going on

But after he explained you laughed at him and kissed his face all over

[https-sen]

Time.

welp, caffeine break it is. i hope you like the middle pic ;) enjoy dear reader! remember to stay hydrated <3 (Listen to "feelings are fatal" by mxmtoon while reading this :3 )

Pairings: Suna Rintarō x gn!reader

Genre: Angst (no happy ending ( >д<) )

note:[ALL genders (including males) are allowed to read my fics <3]

p.s youre an athlete, vv tall and you play soccer and basketball (the sports I play ′～‵)

* huff * * puff *

You sprinted like there was no tomorrow. You heard that he only dated you for attention and clout but you were too blinded by love to ever notice how he truly acts around you. The hood of your hoodie starting to fall of your head as you grasped on your backpack tightly. "Y/N!! Wait! Please!", you could hear Suna yell as he ran after you. Oh wait, shit, we havent done those classic flashbacks you see in a romance drama before ending with "To be Continued" yet huh? Let's go back then shall we?

........

"Rinrin, you just fucking stood me up for the 5 time this week! My phone battery died after waiting for you for an entire goddamn 4 hours."

You stood infront of your annoyed looking boyfriend. He glanced up quite a few times but rolled his eyes right after each scentence you ended. "Look just give me some time, I had other things to do.", stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket looking away. "I have given you time, 5 months even. C'mon you keep repeating the same thing all over. I have basketball and soccer practice too and I make room for your needs! I dont see whats so wrong-" "Of course you dont see it, you're just too laid-back and dense to ever care for something thats important to me at all. You're not even that good at them, thats why your coach lets you skip and you dont mind skipping practice. Honestly, I would'nt even be surprised if they give the captain title to someone else!", he scoffed as he glared, cutting you off. You were honestly hurt at that point, that your own boyfriend would actually say that without even looking sorry. Stooping down to his level, eye-ing him with a bitter look on your face, "Then if I'm not ever good enough at anything, then maybe I'm not ever gonna be good enough for our relationship, eh?" With wide eyes he (FINALLY) met your cold stare. "W-wait, you dont really mean that..? Maybe you should cool off and give me some time to-", he tries to hold your hand but his got slapped aside. His team members noticed your heated conversation and stood there staring in silence. "You've been given your precious "Time". Now if you'll excuse me I'll take my leave, later dipshit. See you, guys." Waving off to the team before dashing out the door.

........

And now we're here.

A desperate Suna who once used to be your boyfriend running after his S/O who was casually sprinting yelling "Wait!" like a mad-lad across the pavement. Not looking back you thought to yourself, "So its true huh.. Should've listened." before shutting the door once you reached your house that you ex-boyfriend pounded on throughout the night trying to get you to talk to him again.

i have never once writen angst in my life its just so cheesy to me so i tried it for fun lol anyways todays my birthday and less than 5 people remembered so it'll make me happy if you followed me, said hi or wished me a happy birthday (੭ ˃̶͈̀ ω ˂̶͈́)੭⁾⁾ pls gimme ideas in the asks im begging you im bored asf and im taking up requests for any genre (fluff and angst) ε=o(´ﾛ｀||)