#[ k-angel ♥︎ // angel ]

[slasheddreams]

Internet Overdose [ bag of marshmallows / broken glass / blood rain ]

please proceed with caution !! ⚠️ If you’re sensitive to any of the below, please read with care !! Don't force yourself to read, and if you choose to read it, please take care of yourselves 💕 and if you decide to read this, and get upset, you have no one to blame but yourself. You've been warned.

content warning for: [ inspired by Needy Streamer Overload and the Internet Overdose Ending ] [ brief mentions of doxxing, mentions of paparazzi/stalking, mentions of harassment, mentions of puking, descriptions of being watched, mentions of medication and overdose, implications of self-harm and harm/murder, etc. ]

Please take only the recommended internet dosage~ ♥︎

“Ame. Ame! Ame, are you even listening to me?”

Placing his hands on his waist, the off white haired boy shook his head in disappointment. Looking up slightly, the purple haired girl sighed.

“I’m busy. Trying to get the confirmation for YOUR trip to the music studio, actually. Can I help you?”

“… You can start by paying more attention to me~ I’m a needy streamer, Ame~ I’m YOUR needy streamer, even <3”

Winking, the boy giggled as Ame rolled her eye in annoyance. Clasping her hands on the desk, she waited silently. After a moment, the boy laughed sheepishly.

“… I’ve been feeling a little sluggish as of late. My name’s been popping up a little bit of everywhere..! Some of it is good… and some of it not so much.”

Wringing his hands nervously, he stared at the ground with a nervous expression. Leaning back, he laughed weakly. Raising a brow, she reached out, placing her hand on top of his.

“Do you need to take a break? I can cancel tonight’s stream while we’re still ahead.”

The words “take a break” resonated in the streamer’s mind, like crashing tidal waves against his conscious. His chest tightened at the thought. Take a break? And undo all that hard work he had put in? It was just a little stress, nothing he couldn’t handle! Nothing some alone time before a stream couldn’t fix.

Squeezing his hands gently, Ame stood up carefully. Untangling his locked fingers from one another, she rubbed her thumb against the palm of his shaky hands. She always seemed to take care of him when he couldn’t take care of himself. She was more than his roommate. More than just his moderator. She was his friend. Even if he sometimes found himself wishing for more.

“… Naa! Why would I, the internet’s darling angel, ever need to take a break? I just wanted to tell my darling Ame how I’m feeling~ is it a crime to tell Moderator Ame things! Gasp! Am I going to internet jail!?”

Gasping, he placed his hand over his chest, shaking his head and dramatically stumbling around . Turning over his heel, he stumbled back, dramatically landing on top of Ame’s lap. She yelped, then, facepalmed in annoyance. Wrapping an arm around Ame’s shoulder, he nuzzled up against the smaller girl.

“Honey Buns, relax! I’ve got it all under control!”

“Angel… is your idea of having things under control smoking magic grass until your mind is too numb to perceive problems?

Laughing nervously, Angel sat up straight before stumbling out of Ame’s reach. Forcing a smile, he pointed at the paper in front of Ame’s desk with twinkling eyes.

“Didn’t you say you were trying to get the confirmation for the studio visit with Miss Robynn? You should get back to that, while I get ready for the next stream!”

Silence fell between the two roommates, hanging heavily in the air. It almost felt suffocating to Angel. He felt sick to his stomach. Trying to confide in his dear friend, only to backpedal, and not take himself seriously… he felt like such a joke.

…

I hope Ame isn’t upset because of me.

---

Sitting down in his room, Angel’s brows furrowed. Everything he needed to start the stream laid in front of him, the clothes, the makeup, the tweeter account for K-Angel. His eyes fell on Tweeter, the cacophony of voices and anons, swirling in hatred and vitriol, all aimed towards one person.

Him.

He didn’t understand, how could people be so hateful and cruel? He was the internet’s angel, yes, but he was still a person. His heart ached. Reaching over, he grabbed the pieces for his K-Angel persona. Even if he didn’t want to stream today, K-Angel would be streaming for all their adoring fans. And he couldn’t leave them hanging, no.

Pulling his computer close to his chest, he opened up his tweeter for K-Angel, tapping his fingers against his lips in deep thought. Eventually, once they had the budget and resources to do so, he'd turn over the tweeter account to a marketing professional. It should have made things easier for him, yet... He shook his head with a frown.

"Hey, cuties! It's your favorite angel! I'll be streaming shortly! I hope to see you there! ♥︎"

It didn't take long for the vitriol and venom to roll in.

Running his hands through his hair, he laughed hollowly. Closing his eyes, he mumbled. His eyes began to water, yet he bite his tounge. He could handle a little hate. He had to. Looking up at his computer, watery eyes fell onto the packet of Embian by his laptop's side. Hmm... Well, there's nothing a little embian couldn't fix, right?

Picking up the packet of Embian, he paused. His fingers twitched, he glanced at the chat with Ame. Maybe... just maybe he could try to reach out again...

...

Hah. He wished he could. Popping the Embian, he threw his head back, giggling with a smile. Rolling his neck, cocking it to the side, he cleared his throat.

"Hey, cuties!"

Smiling, he waved to the audience. Fake. All of it.

They despised him, and he despised them. They were nothing more than goddamned cowards. They only knew how to drag others down, they were only capable of causing harm, because their lives held such little meaning outside their own existence.

The instantaneous hate comments proved his point.

"Why would you say something like that... Seriously... What the hell is your problem?" Sneering, Angel rubbed his face in frustration. They were always like this, hating and bitching for no other reason than to do so. "Don't you see that I'm over here, busting my ass trying to stream every day? You goddamned cowards."

Rage bubbled in his voice, slight agony behind each word. Squeezing his arms tightly, he couldn't help it. His body ached from hours alone, just his thoughts and razor blade. Cutting deeper than any words could. Slicing deeper than any memory was capable of doing. Hatred welled up from deep within his chest, his hands trembling.

"All you know is how to drag others down with you, like leeches, like parasites. To be honest... I'm sick of it. I mean, how empty is your life, that you have to bully someone online like a cracker barrel crackhead harassing the waitress?"

Gritting his teeth, his eyes fell on the chat. A slew of comments, friendly and not, flooded the chat. However... one commenter caught his eye.

rain_candy >> ... Angel ?

... He felt like he was going to be sick. His throat burned as he clasped his hands over his mouth. Gagging, he tried to suppress the rising bile in his throat to no avail.

...

The stream cut out before anyone could make much sense of the transpiring events. His palms trembled, covered in the sins of his own anger. He felt ill. Shaking, he grimaced as he looked at himself in the glare of the monitor. It was all over him. He felt gross. There was only fluid, thankfully, but he didn't feel very comforted.

Tears welled up in his eyes, hands trembling in panic. He barely recognized himself.

"Oh my god, Angel- Holy shit, you look terrible-"

Grimacing at the voice coming from behind him, he coughed. Everything burned. He felt so stupid. Groaning, he whined as Ame lifted a towel to his mouth, gently patting away the vomit from his face.

"Ough... it's everywhere... Gross... Let me get you new clothes so we can wash those as soon as possible."

... he felt a bit of a fool. Yet, he couldn't help but lean into the gentle and caring touch. The soft hands, the towel, the love and care and attention. He probably looked extremely pathetic, shaking and in tears. He felt so riled up... and he couldn't justify any of it.

"... Sorry..."

Tugging the vomit-covered clothes off his person, Ame grimaced as she scooped them into the towel. Sighing, she pointed towards the shower. She didn't have to say anything, he already knew. He felt too ill to not take one.

Fumbling out of the chair, he stumbled out of the streaming room. There was so much happening in such a short time. He felt like everything was falling apart. It was so painful. Why was he such a mess? He couldn't even take care of himself. He felt so guilty.

---

Sometimes, it takes a little more than a good night's rest and care from a dear friend to get better. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ran her hand along the back of the sleeping streamer's neck. Dragging her nails lightly through his hair, her eyes fell on his phone. Constantly flashing, constantly buzzing. Tweeter occupied his home screen like it was a virus. Shifting onto her knees, Ame scooped up the buzzing phone. Disgust, hatred, and vitriol filled his home screen. Did they even sleep?

Shaking her head, she shifted back onto the side of the bed. Grabbing his hand gently, she pressed his thumb against the home button. Unlocking the phone, she entered Tweeter, she grimaced in pain. A feed filled to the brim with hatred... no wonder he fell so violently ill.

...

"Ame... Ame..."

Leaning against the doorway, Angel whined softly. Stumbling into Ame's office, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he whined again.

"Ame... Ame, I'm hungry..."

"Make yourself something to eat then."

Mumbling softly, Ame reached up, gently placing her hand on his head. Earning another whine from the boy, she shook her head. Tightly gripping onto her, Angel huffed again.

"Nuh-uh. It's your turn to cook, I have to get ready for tonight's stream, duh."

The stream... Her brows furrowed in frustration as she thought about it. He had made himself sick because he felt the need to stream and puked on camera as a result. It was painfully clear he was destroying himself for something that didn't seem to be worth it anymore. Having fun wasn't worth it if it was inflicting pain.

"... Maybe you shouldn't. At least, not right now... I mean, just looking at my tweeter timeline and /st/... I think you need to take a break."

"... I can't do that. We have no other source of revenue. And, if I can't handle a little bit of hate, what good am I? I'm fine! It's fine. We're..."

Nausea hit his chest like tidal waves as his eyes fell on the open tweeter feed on his roommate's phone.

>> I WILL PROTECC KANGEL >> I love kangel, and I love seeing cute girls puke, so I'm happy! >> ive always hated kangel lmaaaooo

Gagging, he let go of Ame, stumbling backward. Clasping his hands over his mouth, bile rose from his throat. Running out of the room, Ame could hear Angel emptying out his already empty stomach. Sighing, she stood up, following him out of the room. Kneeling down by his side, she gently rubbed his back. Groaning, Angel slumped over on his side, laying his head on Ame's lap. Tears welled up in his eyes as he choked back a sob. He felt like shit. Someone. Anyone.

Save me.

...

"Maybe if I just try and stream like normal, maybe no one will really care! I mean, internet phenomena pass really quickly. In a week's time, I'm sure only internet freaks will remember, and it says more about them than it does me."

Laughing weakly, he tugged on the edge of his collar. His usual outfit was still drying from the events of last night, so wearing that was out of the question. Thankfully, K-Angel has many alternative outfits he could wear. His chest still ached, his throat burned in protest, his eyes watered slightly, but he couldn't let that stop him. Ame didn't have a job, and for now, this was their only source of income.

Laying his head in his hands, he tried to ignore the constant clicks and dings on his computer. Texts, DMs, posts, notifications, screen after screen after screen, god, why wouldn't they be silent? Groaning, he mumbled to himself. He knew, sure, if this didn't work out in the end, he could always fall back on his parents and sister. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal situation for him, one of his fathers was wholly absent, always at work, always off at some bar, always with someone else. His sister was okay, sure. A little mischievous, sure, and always a bit off-kilter (something about a thing named Aha?) but she was far from the worst. And his other father... he didn't want to think about it. But, at least he had somewhere to fall back. Ame didn't.

He hated to think about it like this. But, for Ame, he was all she had. He was all she had left, and he was the person she entrusted with his safety. She had no family, no safe spaces to go, and her memory seemed to short-circuit more and more often. If he wasn't careful, there was a chance she'd leave, and never be seen again. That thought scared him. He couldn't help it, he felt... oddly drawn to her. He wanted to be able to give her a good life, it's why he got into streaming in the first place. If he could make it big, he could always care for her and himself. And he'd never have to rely on anyone else, ever again.

But the internet is a place he despised. Even while being at its mercy. He hoped it exploded someday.

...

"Heya, cuties! It's me, your darling internet angel! Here for you through thick and thin ♥︎"

He was usually good at faking it, just enough to get through to the ending of a stream. He'd done it for 19 years on end, just enough faking to get by. Be a functional member of society, be kind, polite, and courteous. Societal norms...

Those only apply to misfits, don't they? And misfits can't win with normies. Ever.

He could feel his stomach churning again. At least this time, Ame made him take a bucket wherever he went.

"Let's get onto today's topic! Which is... corned beef!"

He's never actually had corned beef before. He didn't know why in particular this was what he decided to talk about. Ame has some in the fridge... maybe he should ask Ame if he can try some.

... If there was any more left by the time he remembered to ask.

"Corned beef is quite odd, right? It can come in a plastic package, or in a can...! But it's still the same thing... and another thing, it's actually called brisket in some stores. I mean, who was in charge of marketing there?"

Shaking his head, he placed a hand on his chin. "Brisket, the version of corned beef that comes in plastic packages rather than cans, comes in many shapes and forms! Sometimes, it's thinly cut" - he could see the hate comments flooding in, seriously, his puke? Talk about beating a dead horse - "or a thicker cut, and the quality, it's just never consistent! I mean, come on" - more comments, begging him to puke, to ruin himself all over again. Hah. He wouldn't give them the chance - "And the canned stuff? Looks like a cold corpse, bread's dead cousin! And corned beef hash? What even is that! No, like, seriously, what is it supposed to be used for?" These comments were getting on his fucking nerves. Seriously. Get a grip, commentators.

"... Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Let's talk about something else!" Pointing at the camera, he sneered. "Hey, hey commentator "puke-a-cola", I have a question for you! Do you know what's more confusing than corned beef?" Tilting his head, he relished in their panic. Online trolls are never prepared for a personal callout. "Hey, hey commentator "karma-wheel", do you know the answer? Or, or, "weed-killer"? Come on, don't any of you have the answer? Or, are all your brains filled with puuukeee? Gross, squishy, there's so little in there."

>> Ugh, attacking your fans? Talk about pathetic lol

Furrowing his brows in frustration, he scoffed.

"If I'm sooo pathetic, then, stop watching, crackhouse cockguzzlers! Close the damn stream! Or are you sooo obsessed with me, trying to gain a glimpse of me puking?! Perverts!"

Gripping his fist, his teeth sank into the skin of his thumb. Grumbling to himself in frustration, he laughed bitterly. The comments kept rolling in, one atop another. Shocked, offended, hateful, concerned, all sorts of comments rolled in. His stomach stirred, a wave of disgust and hatred boiling within himself. He hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them he hated them-

"I mean, what are you? A sadist? Oh, I bet you reallllyyyyy love to see others suffer! You just get off to their sobs, their pain, and SUFFERING. You disgust me, you're sick, you're sick, you're sick!"

He couldn't hold it back any longer. Any more and they'd get exactly what they'd want. He can't control his body, but he'll be damned if they get it.

...

The stream ended abruptly. She could hear him in the background, wrenching, puking his guts out. She felt bad for him, she wanted to help him, she really did. But...

He didn't want help. He was always too proud to accept it.

Sighing, Ame pondered. Does she want to go over, and see how he's faring? He was pretty angry with those commentators... she didn't want him to be angry with her too. Mumbling to herself, she curled up in her wheely chair, she pulled out her phone. Leaning on her fist, Ame couldn't help but mindlessly scroll.

If he wants my help... he'll come to me.

Scrolling through Tweeter, Ame paused a moment. Sitting up in her chair, she narrowed her eyes in worry.

>> His real name is Satoru, apparently. >> wait? Like, the sorcerer? No way! >> I heard he's also a shut-in who always skips out on school! >> and his moderator? I heard he's trapped her in their relationship, she's got no way out even if she wanted.

That... isn't good. No wonder he was so sick as of late.

... she didn't know if she should tell him or not. That might cause a spiral. Well, if he finds out on his own... either option isn't quite ideal.

---

"Urgh..."

Why were there so many eyes everywhere? Watching him, staring at him, waiting for him. Watching, observing, staring, witnessing... Was he even safe in his own home anymore? The scratching on the floor, the taps on the window, the nails on the wood... make it stop. Please. Someone. Anyone.

Running his hands through his hair, he grimaced, hissing in pain. The endless ping-ing from his laptop felt like a dawning, bellowing, shaking the room like a giant slamming its hands into the ground. Shaking an already unstable structure. Was everything falling around him? He felt so scared.

>> a metube with no angel... >> angels don't really exist... >> You won't believe why the famous streamer "OMGkawaiiangel" is being flamed online! >> Apparently people found out K-Angel's identity! And he's the son of a famous sorcerer! Who would have known? The plot thickens!

Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT-

Gripping his hair in panic, a weak sob escaped his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes, a painful feeling filling up his chest. The doorbell - [ ding! ding! ding! ] - oh please, not the doorbell. Ringing in his ears, ringing, ringing, ringing, and ringing. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much. It's a burning, raw sensation, knawing at his skin. - [ ding! ding! ding! ] - It tears at his skin, a sickening sensation, painful and gruesome. And the tapping on the window - [ tap! tap! tap! ] - god god make it stop. Leave me alone LEAVE ME ALONE - [ tap! tap! tap! ] - please please PLEASE.

"... Angel?"

The eyes, in the corners of the room, from the windows, from the computer. They're all there, staring at him, watching him. Never looking away, never blinking, always watching. Aggressive, knawing dread. Tearing him apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. A dissection, all for your entertainment !

"Angel??"

Please. Please, god. If there even was a god out there. Please. His hands gripped the bloody box cutter tighter. ... when did he get a hold of that? Everything was blending together. His wrists hurt. His skin burned. Maybe it would help him feel better. It didn't. He was desperate to feel something. Anything.

"Angel? Where did you go...?"

Were they already inside? God, no, please. Anything but invading his personal space. Ugh, there really is no end to them, like gross little maggots, writhing inside his internet-ridden corpse... the visual made him feel a little sick. I can hear their footsteps outside. His eyes fell on the bloody box cutter. Sharp and small. He could rule it as self-defense, they stepped into his property. This would be their fault. They deserved every scar. They both did.

"Angel-! Angel!"

...

Blood dripped from a small, thin gash on her cheek. A crimson-red liquid welled up and overflowed, staining rosy cheeks in foul blood. Tears pricked the edges of her eyes, a tight feeling rising in her chest. The box cutter lay only an inch away from her face, gripped in his shaking hand, thick and viscous blood dripping silently from the tip of his blade and the wounds from his arm... and onto the ground.

Die. You don't deserve to be in this world, in my world. Get out, get OUT.

Die. Stop screaming, stop crying. It's so grating, so painful. This is your fault. You came to my house, through my door, into my room to torment me. This is your fault.

Die. Stop struggling. You asked for this! Watching me so closely, never turning your gaze to anyone or anything else. Didn't you want this? My attention? My gaze? I'm giving it allllll to you! Cut by cut. slice by slice. Vessel by vessel. Craving out a personal autograph, just for you ♥︎

Squelch ♥︎ Squelch ♥︎ ! Squishy ♥︎ Squish ♥︎ ! Tearing. Dismantling. Dissecting. Dying ♥︎ Dying. Dying. And then...

... pure silence. All pure silence now, not a sound in earshot. No eyes in sight. No tapping on the windows. No people at the door. Just, pure and uninterrupted bliss. Was this heaven? At that moment, all he could hear was the sound of Ame's blood, soaking the bedroom floor.

Kill me.

---

"I didn't know how to care for a guppy fish. So, I did a lot of research! But it died really quickly anyway. I don't even remember its name. I wish I was like that guppy."

His words no longer seemed to be making much of any sense. As of late... it was like he was lost in his own mind. I was so worried he'd do something drastic. That he'd harm himself, that he'd do something that he could never come back from, that he'd be unretrievable from his own mind.

"Heya, cuties! I have some unfortunate news today before the stream starts!"

He held a small portrait in his arms. Blood soaked the inner frame, and a small, frail-looking girl rested inside, behind the glass. She was a small, petite girl, with deep purple hair, soft purple eyes, snow like freckles.

"My one and only moderator left me! I don't know where she went... But, my withered pride won't take me until I'm satisfied ♥︎ So, streams will be planned and moderated by yours truly until I can find someone to cover ♥︎ meaning... well, there might be a couple delays in the foreseeable future... so, stay by my side, cuties ♥︎ As I guide you to the light."

There was a smile on his face, a soft grin matched with empty eyes. The light that shone in them has long since faded. But, he felt nothing, but pure ecstasy. Like he was floating upon some imaginary clouds, far above where anything could reach him. This was true, unadulterated bliss.

"You know, bad people are often referred to as "demons", right? You know, "so-and-so is a DEMON lol" and whatnot? But, is that really true?"

"Demons only killed like... 10 people tops. Meanwhile... God killed like 2 million! That's a lot more than any demon has ever done!"

"Soo... if someone does something reaaaally bad... doesn't it make more sense to call them God?"

.....

Jrypbzr gb gur Vagrearg Natry'f Fgernz!

Abj, fur vf gehyl unccl.

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ENDING ?? - INTERNET OVERDOSE ♥︎

>> Try Again? > Yes!! > No!!

[daphwritesworld]

#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part one]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, breath play, Keira bending reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (r receiving)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit and ass spanks, not even semi-public sex they straight up some nasty horn dogs in this club, being heard going to pound town, 3sum, mentions of strap-ons but no penetration (YET AYYYE)

synopsis: You've always been a perfect submissive for your girlfriend…but what happens when you decide to break that good girl persona she's grown so accustomed to? And what happens when you enroll her best friend to help you? Lord help you, girl.

word count: 4.5k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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“You better get your girl, Kei!” A very drunk Alexia laughs out, “Before your best friend does.” 

Keira’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, her eyes searching out to where her captain’s sights are set. And oh what a sight she is met with— you, her sweet angel, pressed up against Leah on the dance floor. You’re still high off the win, and even more elated from seeing your old English teammates celebrating with you. It’d been quite a day at the UEFA, both of your groups collecting a victory in your matches. 

Now here you are, three shots deep and your adrenaline making you act out a lot more than you normally would. You’re usually such a good girl for Keira. An absolute picture perfect sub— admired by all who saw the two of you interact. She loves the way you heed her every word, never arguing or disagreeing when she tells you to do something. So it’s a surprise to her when you just smile at her, and grind your ass back against Leah when she motions for you to come towards her. 

Keira feels her jaw clench as her fingers tighten around the glass in her hand, and she makes the continuous decision to set it down before she ends the night early getting stitches. She starts making her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving yours as she does. Leah’s whispering something in your ear, and you bite your lips at whatever it is. A blush crossing your cheeks as you finally break the intense gaze of your girlfriend. Leah’s hands are circling around your middle now, her palms resting low on your abdomen as she presses you against her front even tighter. 

You can hear your heart thumping in your ears now. A pit deepens in your stomach as Keira rapidly approaches you, her hand instantly wrapping around your wrist as she yanks you into her body. You stumble at first, your free hand coming up to balance yourself against her chest. You feel like your blood is molten lava under your skin, and you aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or your actions that’s causing the burning sensation to pump through your veins. 

Maybe it’s the good girl deep inside of you burning alive from the guilt of acting out…but the sexy look on your girlfriend’s face quickly sweeps that notion from your mind. I mean how could you feel guilty when your pussy is throbbing from the way her nails angrily dig into your skin…you should right? You should feel guilty about how much it turns you on to see her jealous and hot headed with anger, but it doesn’t. It only makes you smile up at her as your hands go behind you to find her best mate, and pull her back against your body. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her hands move down to your waist as she tightens her grip there, knocking Leah’s away in the process. 

“Well, I wasn't just gonna sit on your lap all night because you didn’t wanna dance with me,” you make sure to roll your eyes as you say it— playing up on the brattiness to test her boundaries in front of company. It feels so much safer to do it with so many eyes on you. Because in your mind, what can she really do to you in a room full of hundreds of people? 

So it inflates your confidence, your ego, and your desire for her to break you back down into a pliable little sub. It’s like you have a sugar rush from all the praise and sweetness she’s always shown you, but you’re finally coming down from the high…and boy are you crashing HARD. You’re craving to see the rougher side of your sickly sweet girlfriend has been growing steadily for weeks now. At least, ever since she let it slip that she’s a brat tamer during a drunk truth or dare last month.

-

You had called her out with a big hearty laugh, “Oh Kei, come on! You’re like the total opposite of that. You’ve never even raised your voice at me, let alone spank me back into my place!”

“Yeah, because you already know that it’s underneath me. Brats are like wild animals, and you’re more like a house cat, babe. No need to tame a kitten when you’re used to dealing with lions.”

It was like a light went off in your head after that— a deep seated need to be broken then put back together by her. A kitten? Oh, you’ll show her a god damn kitten.

-

Your feet must’ve gone into auto pilot, because your brain is just now playing catch up. You hadn’t even realized you’re being dragged through the crowd. At least, not until you hear a chorus of teasing shouts from the mix of your former and current teammates behind you. The door to the bathroom flies open just as Mariona makes sure to yell out for you both to “Usa protección, chicas!”

Keira doesn’t even check to see if all the stalls are empty. She just pushes you into the first one she sees. You go to speak, but you’re cut off by her hand coming up and locking around your throat. “Spread your fucking legs.” 

Your eyes widen at her statement, hesitation clear as you make no move to follow her demands. “B-but we’re in pub—“ you’re cut off by a growl coming out of the older girl in front of you, “And I don’t give a damn, y/n. If you wanna act like a slut, then i’ll treat you like one…” She pushes you up against the stall door, her chest vibrating against yours as she lightly laughs. 

“And sluts don’t get fucked on nice comfy beds, do they?” Her eyes flicker up to yours before she leans down to press a couple kisses up your neck. A few more condescending giggles come out of her too, slightly tickling your skin in her wake. When she pulls away it’s like you can see the switch flip behind her eyes, because suddenly her voice is back to being as stern as the look on her face. “They get finger fucked in dirty bathroom stalls with their panties hanging around their ankles.”

You can’t help the moan that slips out from your lips at her words. You’ve never seen or heard this side of her before. It's exhilarating and makes your head spin with every second that passes. So you finally start listening and slowly begin to pry your legs apart. It must be too slow though, because next thing you know Keira is spreading them for you. As she pushes your short little dress up to bunch up around your waist, it’s her turn to let a moan slip from her mouth. You went out in an dress this short without panties on, and let someone else touch you? Oh dear lord in heaven— Keira is battling demons. She lets her hand around your throat come down and pull one of your legs up onto her shoulder. It burns a little from the stretch, but she knows how flexible you are. She’s seen you bend yourself like a pretzel just for fun– so she knows you can handle this. 

“You let her touch my pussy?” It’s asked in a scarily calm tone. One that has a shiver running down your spine as you sink further into her intense gaze. 

You can’t even react right away, brain too fuzzy from the newfound domination radiating off your girlfriend. Your mouth moves before the words can start forming, stuttering out fragments your brain can’t seem to currently process. You get snapped out of it when you feel a spank land onto your throbbing clit. It makes you jolt in her hold, and a cracked whine to rip out of your throat. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before, dancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I asked you a question, y/n.” She’s giving you another opportunity to be good for her, and you bite your lip as you weigh your options. You could listen now, but would that really get you what you want? “Answer me or I swear to god I won’t touch you for a month,” well never fucking mind we got Miss party pooper over here. Your eyes snap up to hers as the pout on your lips starts to form. 

“No,” you cross your arms over your chest. “...but I might if you don’t hurry up and fuck me alre–” you get cut off by the another yelp leaving your lips. She’s landing another slap to your clit, this time with a little more force. There are tears gathering in your waterline now, and it makes Keira ruin her underwear a little more than she’d like to admit.

Is she upset? Yes. Is she more turned on than ever? Also yes. She’s prided herself on the fact she’s never had to punish you. Always bragging about you and your streak of being an unmatched good girl. So it’s hurting her ego a little bit to see you act this way. Has she been too sweet on you? Spoiled you to the point of being rotten? Well, now she has to correct those mistakes, and she will do it wherever she sees fit. You wanna be a brat in front of all your friends and a bunch of drunk strangers? That’s fine. You can all learn together what a lesson from Keira entails. 

There’s something so intoxicating about you being bad, though. It’s filling her body with this tingling feeling, like all her nerves are vibrating from the adrenaline rushing to her head. It’s like an extinguished fire that’s been buried in her chest, and you’ve just reignited it by tenfold. Something low in her gut started to twist when she saw you pressed up against Leah. Not jealousy per se, something more carnal. 

The blonde defender has always been a trouble maker, and Keira can’t help but get turned on when she thinks of her best friend corrupting you. Leah is the only person in the world to know your girlfriend better than you. They have years of built up trust, memories, and experiences together. Leah knows every single way to push her buttons…and she knew when Keira saw her whispering naughty little encouragements into her sweet girlfriend’s ear, that it’d set her over the edge. 

“I’m getting real sick of your smart ass mouth, y/n,” Keira’s words are spoken so low and deep you think you might pass out right here. You could drown in her velvety smooth voice, getting lost in the way her tone drops as her patience wears thin. 

“Then why don’t you do something about it—”

She cuts you off by plunging two of her fingers into your mouth. You gag at first, surprised by the intrusion as you try to calm your throat around her digits. Keira uses her other hand to grab the back of your head to keep you in place, and with that she starts fucking your mouth. She’s so close to your face that you can feel her breath dusting across your cheeks. She keeps her eyes locked onto your mouth, enchanted by the sight before her. She can hear the squelching of your spit coating her fingers, and it only adds to the erotic scene playing out between the two of you. She thrusts into your mouth for a few minutes, making sure you get them wet enough. 

When she's satisfied she pulls them out, tapping your lips before she runs them down your body. She lets her nails scratch you as they move down your abdomen, leaving goosebumps to wise behind in their path. She skips over your pussy, letting her nails run along your inner thigh. A shiver takes over your body at the feeling, a new sense of arousal flooding in through your body. You try to cock your head down to watch her hand, but you're stopped by the one still holding your head in place. "Please, Kei! I need you, baby!" You don't care how loud or desperate you sound— this is torture. 

"Oh so now you need me, huh? What happened to that big bad attitude you had earlier? All gone now that your pussy isn't getting stuffed?" This time you cower from the laugh she lets out after she speaks. It's dark and menacing; a side of her you didn't even know existed. 

You manage the best pout you can muster up, eyes all wide and innocent as you lightly reach for her arm. "I always need you, Kiera." 

"That's not true, now is it? You looked more than satisfied out there with Leah," Keira watches as your face heats up, holding back the grin that's pulling at her lips. "Was it me or her who made you this wet, baby? Maybe I should go get her and let her clean this mess up—" 

It's you cutting her off this time, "N-No! I only get this wet for you— I swear! Just please touch me, okay? Please, I'll do anything!" 

A wicked grin breaks out across her face, "Anything?" 

You think you might smash your skull into the stall door behind you if she doesn't stop teasing you. Does she know how absolutely fucking sexy she is right now? And does she know how torturous it is to not be touched when you've craved this version of her? "Yes, fuck— anything! Please, baby…" You choke the last couple words out, a cry clogging your throat as your frustration builds. 

She must take some pity on you, because she listens to you. She starts by rubbing through your folds, collecting your wetness. A small string of your arousal connects to her finger tips as she moves to rub your clit. It makes a moan pour out of your lips, back arching into her touch as it lights your body aflame. "Thank you, baby!" 

Keira's hand on your head moves to your front, ripping the top of your dress down so she has access to your chest. She knew you hadn't worn a bra tonight, and honestly she's proud she's lasted this long before tearing it off. Her mouth goes straight to your tits, lips enclosing around your nipple as her free hand comes up to pinch at the other one. She lets two of her fingers slide into your pussy; not giving you a second to adjust before she's jack hammering into them. Her palm hits your clit perfectly, sending jolts of electricity from your core up to your spine with every thrust. You somehow arch your back even deeper, pushing your boobs further into your girlfriend's mouth. 

"Feels s-so fucking g-goood!" You're slurring your words already, brain fogging up from the pleasure she's giving you. 

You feel her laugh against your chest, the vibrations of it moving from your nipple down to your core. She pulls her face back after the pretty noise you let out from the action, a bodeful look overtaking her features. "Admit you liked Leah's hands on you," It makes your pussy gush into her hand. "I-I didn't!" You feel the heat rise back to your cheeks, and the tips of your ears turning bright red. That's how Keira always knows when you're lying, because of the cherry tomato tint that covers them. It always gives you away. 

Her fingers curl up into your g-spot just as the bathroom door opens, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth...but Keira stops you. Her one hand captures both of your wrists, and she pins them above your head. That leaves you to bite down onto your bottom lip, trying with all your might to stay quiet. Keira rolls her eyes at that, slipping a third finger into your dripping cunt before increasing the speed and force behind her thrusts. The burn of the stretch is what breaks you, a pitiful moan echoing out across the tiled room. You don't even notice how hard you'd bit your lip until Keira's bending down to suck the blood off of it. 

It's so dirty and taboo…so nasty. You genuinely had no idea how much of a fucking freak your girlfriend is….and you definitely didn't' know how much you'd enjoy it. She's ruining you with every second that passes, and ingraining a need for this kind of treatment, at least weekly. Keira doesn't know it yet, but she is destroying the good girl she once created. 

"M'Gonna cum!" You slur it out as your eyes cross, legs shaking as Keira keeps you held up with her weight. Your eyesight is blurring out as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge…then it's gone. Just as fast as your high came about, it vanishes along with her fingers.  She takes your leg on her shoulder off, softly setting it back down on the ground as you groan out from the discomfort. You feel tears gather in your eyes at the empty feeling left in your pussy. You go to open your mouth to complain, but Keira's wet hand comes up to pinch your cheeks together, effectively silencing you. "Not until you stop lying to me. Good girls don't lie," her grip tightens on your face, "and bad girls don't get to cum." 

The tears in your waterline finally fall down your face. "I'm not lying.."

"Yes, you are. Now tell me the truth or we're going home, and I won't let you cum for a week if you lie to me again, y/n. Maybe if I punish you then you'll learn, hmm?"

"O-okay, fine!" It's your turn to be the one to roll your eyes now. A blush settling across your skin as you look anywhere, but at Keira. "…I liked it when she was touching me.."

She can't hold back her grin this time, "Who? Gotta be specific, baby." 

You whine out as you struggle against her hand still keeping your wrists bound. The embarrassment of being caught is becoming too much for you to handle…and not in the way you'd expect. It's humiliating you, yet somehow you're getting wet from it. There are so many new feelings you're experiencing right now, and so fucking thankful it's Keira you're exploring them with. You take a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, "Leah! I liked it when Leah touched me, okay? Now please, baby!"

Your blood runs cold at the ominous laugh that burrows out of Keira's chest. You don't have time to think about it much, because then she's pulling you away from the door and unlocking it. Yanking it open as you scramble to pull your top back up. "You hear that, Le?" 

Your head snaps up at that, eyes widening as you see the blonde standing directly in front of the open stall. "Oh I definitely heard that, Kei." She has a smirk sitting pretty on her lips as her eyes rack up and down your body, finally meeting your gaze as she flashes you a predatory smile.

You swear you must've of went into a trance after that. Because the next thing you remember is being in the back of a taxi, Keira and you making out as Leah's lips danced across your neck. Eventually your girlfriend pulled away and led your mouth to her best friend's, and took the spot of leaving love bites on your neck. They'd corned you in the elevator of the hotel, one on each side as they felt up on your body. Pulling sweet sounds from your mouth as you melted into their touch. 

That leads us back to now. The two English footballers towering over you as you sit on the edge of the king size bed. "You sure you want to do this, love? You say the word and we can end this right now. There's no pressure on you, okay?" Keira's hand comes up to your cheek, her thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. A concerned look etches itself onto her face as she addresses you. You smile at her, letting your own hand come up to smooth the furrow in her brow. "I 100% want to do this. I know this is all new for me—  for us together…but I want this," you take her hand into yours as you slide it up your thigh. She groans out when she feels the wetness leaking out all over them, 'I really fucking want this." 

You don't get a verbal response from her, just a push to your shoulders that sends you flying back onto the duvet. A giggle escapes you as you bounce against the mattress, waiting for one of them to finally make you cum. Keira and Leah share a look as they switch positions. The blonde defender makes a place for herself between your legs, her hands going to your calves before she pushes them up against your chest. "I've been waiting years to get a taste of this sweet cunt. You should hear the way Keira describes it— says it's just like honey." 

You flush as you go to look at your girlfriend, a playful smile on her face. "Y-you talk about me?" 

"Of course I do, love. How could I not when you've got the best fucking pussy I've ever had?" She strips her clothes off as she climbs up on the bed. After pulling your dress off she settles down above your head, her cunt presented to you for your viewing pleasure. Before you get a chance to ask her to sit on your face, Leah is thursting her tongue into your hole. Her nose rubs up into your clit as she stays buried to the hilt, moans flying out of your mouth as you get lost in the pleasure of hers. You're still so wound up, like a live wire ready to blow. So it's no surprise when you come tumbling towards the edge again, hands scrambling to reach out to Keira above you. 

"Please don't stop! Please, baby!' But she just laughs at you as she lets you cling to her arm, wrestling one away from your tantalizing grip. 

"I'm not the one you should be begging right now." She grabs your chin as she moves your head down, and your eyes lock with Leah's. "Please don't stop! Please, Le. I wanna cum for you..want you to taste me on your tongue." She moans into your cunt from your words, and it sends vibrations through your most sensitive nerves. It feels like a firework went off inside your gut, leaving you to be overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure rolling through your body. A cry falls from your lips as your thighs attempt to close around her head...but it's Keira who spreads them back open. She leans over your body as she gets onto her knees, and her lips find their way to your chest once again. She licks, sucks, bites…just about everything to your nipples. She knows how sensitive they are— hell she's even made you cum from just her mouth on your tits before. So she can't even imagine how good you feel right now. "I can't h-hold it, baby! Can I please c-cum?" 

Keira knows it's directed at her this time. If the pet name wasn't enough, everyone knows only she owns your orgasms. Leah might be the one between your legs right now, but make no mistake...Keira is the one to decide if, how, and when you get to cum. You're lucky she's feeling so generous tonight, because with one breath she's detaching from your tits. "Go ahead and show her why I brag about you so much. Cum all over her tongue for me, baby." 

Your nails dig into your girlfriend's arms as your back arches off of the bed. Keira's hands hold your hips down for her best friend as she pulls away from your hickey covered tits, groaning out at the sight in front of her. Leah's eyes are rolling into the back of her head as her jaw works overtime. Keira can see the wet muscle thrusting into your pussy, a coat of white cream spilling all into the blonde's mouth. Leah lets one of her hands come up to rub at your clit as she starts moving her head, sucking up every ounce of your essence that leaks out. It's like goddamn nectar and Leah can't get enough of it. 

She only pulls away once Keira's hand is pushing her head to give you a break. You are absolutely boneless under the two women, eyes barley open as you try and catch your breath. Keira crawls back as they go to examine your condition after a round like that. Leah's the first to break the silence, "I think we bloody killed her, mate."

"Oh trust me, she's fine. Plus we haven't even showed her our surprise yet—"

"Surprise? What surprise?!" 

"Oh and suddenly you're just fully awake, huh?" Leah laughs out, shaking her head as she gives Keira a look.

"I told you she was fine, just needed a little encouragement. Ain't that right, baby?"

"Mhm…sooo about this surprise?" 

"Well someone's a little impatient," Leah says as she shakes her head, "Close your eyes first, darling."

You dramatically sigh before following her instructions. 

"Again, just trust me. She always is when it comes to surprises," the two of them keep talking like you aren't even there. Walking over to two bags you still haven't noticed magically appeared in your room. You hear some rustling around, but mostly silence. It lets your mind drift for the first time tonight, and a sinking feeling fills your gut as you realize something. 

"WAIT!" Your eyes snap open, "H-how do you two have a surprise for me?" You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the revelation. "And how'd those bags get in here?"

They just share a crimson smile as they turn back towards you, and you gasp at what you're met with. Both of them approaching you with a strap on attached to their hips. Leah is the once again the one to speak, "Oh don't worry, darling. I told Kei allll about your little plan. You didn't really think a little kitten like you was calling the shots, did you?" 

A whole new feeling of arousal seeps into your bloodstream…because now you realize just how calculated this whole night has been. She knew every step of your plan and then used it against you…and you played right into her hand. Now you're at the complete disposal of not one, but two very…very worked up athletes. It terrifies and excites you at the same time. They start climbing onto the bed as they skewer you between them, man handling you onto your hands and knees. A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs are the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite letter is K!

Firstly I would like to say that I am completely in love with Ren and thank you for bringing him into the world.

Second: we know that Ren does everything for Angel, but that he hates anyone who isn't Angel. What would he do if Angel's type was that person who got along with everyone? Would he force himself to be sociable with others? Even with Téo?

⌞♥⌝ I think it'd be very similar to the current version of Ren/"Haruko" in 14DWY! He already forces himself to be empathetic and sociable with all of Angel's friends in the demo, so I doubt much would change ^^

[boba-beom]

ೃ⁀➷ be good | CHOI SOOBIN NSFW

pairing: idol!soobin x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut | long ass one shot

summary: while you’re both abroad, soobin missed talking to moas but you also missed having some alone time with him. this night is the only night he’s had the room to yourselves, so you decide to play around with him while he goes live. and he lets you.

disclaimer: this only fiction and does not represent this idol in any way.

a/n: happy belated soobin day ♥ it was about time letting this out of the dungeon lol also the date for the weverse live is 2022.07.28. I hope you enjoy it with some references to the live itself hehe. thank you to my angel @junniieesbby for beta reading <3

wc: 3.1 k

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

warning(s): messy oral (m!receiving), face fucking, slight hair pulling, soobin cums multiple times, cum swallowing, use of affectionate terms (baby, princess, good girl, good boy), A LOT of praising, making out, perv!soobin, panty stealing soobs, penetration, soobin's biggggg, slight overstim, momentary cockwarming, whiny soobin:(((, unprotected sex (wrap it up and stay safe!!), boob sucking, soobin’s a lil messy but still so sweet.

"Hello MOAs! How are you guys?" Soobin's voice vibrates against your chest. You're laying on his legs under the duvet while he props his phone on the bedside, showing from his chest up. It was a spontaneous decision for him to go live at a different angle, but it only came to your advantage.

Watching Soobin read out comments from his beloved fans was so endearing to you, you knew how much of a hard-working leader your boyfriend has been for the past three years, but it was just as endearing knowing that he's the same endearing person in front and behind the screen.

What MOAs didn't know was that you were in the perfect position to lightly skim your hands over his thighs and occasionally over his crotch. It certainly did not go unnoticed by Soobin.

"'Who's your roommate tonight? Is it Beomgyu?'" He reads out a comment in which he replies with an airy chuckle, partially from the way your fingertips were caressing his semi-hard dick through his mesh shorts. "Ah, no, we all have our own rooms tonight. I think the members are asleep now, though."

You had to admit, you wanted to applaud Soobin for his voice not faltering while your fingers were wandering around his lower body. Yet, you wonder just how far you could go until he'd beg for a time out. He looks at you for a split second through his black frames, feeling it slightly slip down his nose bridge until he pushes it back up, laying his arm straight in front of him so he could cup your cheek — his way of allowing you to do whatever you want — out of frame from the camera.

His caresses were warm, his thumb rubbing up and down your cheek until you raise your head up to capture his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digit and then released it to place a single kiss on his clothed crotch. You could feel he'd definitely gotten harder from your last touch. Soobin, on the other hand, found his breathing picking up after feeling the warmth of your wet mouth on the pad of his thumb, hoping you'd use your mouth on his cock in the next few minutes.

You tug on the band of his shorts, and as if on cue, he picks up his phone so it was closer to his face. As he continues to read and answer comments and questions regarding their trip in America so far, he removes his frames and sets it on the bedside table. He was holding his phone just above your head, his eyes subtly flickering towards your face every now and then to see what you would do next.

For a moment, you let him answer the next few questions but you were growing impatient. Finally hooking your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, he hisses out of satisfaction, releasing his pretty, hard cock from the restraints ; watching precum leak from his blushed tip.

He was big. Bigger in both length and girth. The biggest you've seen, and ever since your first time together you had devoted yourself to him, and promised to look after and please him the best you could.

"'Is there a ghost in your room?'" He reads out. You chuckle from the thought that his fans were either messing around with him, or sensing that he wasn't alone.

You took this as your opportunity to start working on him, what could be better than you and his fans teasing him at completely different ends of the spectrum? You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, feeling his thighs tensing under your arms.

"Mmm..." Soobin hums. He could feel a moan about to escape but he managed to save himself from doing so, "BOO!" He pulls the phone closer to his face, thinking he was able to surprise those watching him, but his wavering chuckles didn't go unnoticed.

You slowly place wet kisses along his shaft, trailing up to his tip until the hint of saltiness overtook your tastebuds, tapping the head of his cock on your tongue a few times before lightly suckling on it. If your boyfriend's breathing wasn't fast enough before, then it's definitely picked up now. The urge to roll his eyes back was strong, but he remembered to keep reading new comments to distract him from doing so.

"'Soobin is sexy just by breathing.'" He reads out another comment then carefully observes the way you stretch your lips, taking more of his thick cock in your mouth. The sight was so filthy but it felt so heavenly to him. "Thank you." He chuckles at the comment.

After lightly sucking and licking his tip for a few more minutes, and Soobin talking to MOAs, you decide to take more of him in your mouth, inching the tip closer to the back of your throat, but careful enough to not gag. Soobin places his free hand on the top of your head, his fingers lacing through the loose strands but curling in to form a stable grip in your hair. His other hand still holding the phone close to his face and he positions his phone so only his nose up was in frame. Loosely holding your head up to face him, he didn't have to wait for you to nod and agree to use your mouth for his pleasure, but you were also excited to please him for your own satisfaction.

He began pushing your head lower each time, feeling how wet and slippery your mouth was around his cock, your saliva was starting to drip from your bottom lip and down along his length, just the way he likes it. Your tongue traces the prominent vein under his shaft and you felt your panties dampening by the second. Soobin didn't always use you like this, but when he did, you just knew you were going to be fucked good the second the live ends.

You look up at him, holding eye contact while his mouth is slightly agape from the overwhelming pleasure, and he looks so pretty with his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead, partially covering his eyes.

He shuffles slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position for the both of you. Using the hand holding the phone to stabilise his balance on the bed, the camera was flat against the sheets, blacking out the viewers' screens. While his fans were questioning the blacked out screen in the chat, you took this opportunity to remove the duvet over your back, throwing it aside with half of it hanging off of the bed.

"I'm close," Soobin silently mouths at you, his eyes hazy and drunk off the feeling of the perfect suction and pace you were going at. You smile up at him when his tip occasionally slipping past your lips and he swore he could have came then and there.

You pick up the speed at which you were going at, using your hands to jerk the part of his shaft that your mouth couldn't take, determined to stimulate him as much as you can. Your sweet boyfriend let out a soft gasp but played it off as if he was just sighing, but even with that, it could have sounded a little off if anyone listened closely.

Releasing his tip with a quiet pop, you were controlling the sound of your breathing, trying to catch your breath without the phone mic picking it up. You smile at the sight of his head thrown back, quickly tapping his thigh and nodding your head in the direction of his phone, reminding him that he just left the live with a blank screen.

Thankfully he adjusted the camera close to his face again, hoping the fans hadn't heard anything and allowed him to adjust properly. "'Where did you go?' 'What was with the rustling?'" He read a few more comments flying up his screen, and you picked up where you left him with his tip occasionally reuniting with the back of your throat.

A gentle sigh slipped out of Soobin's lips when you swallowed around the head of his cock, momentarily squeezing his tip before lightly humming around him. The sound was almost like an incentive for you to keep going, but instead you were left with your eyes widening, afraid that you might get caught at any given second.

"Huh? Hah-" His breath was airy and ragged in the most discreet way possible. You sped up making it difficult for him to formulate his sentence, stuttering out a couple of strangled chuckles, "Oh! My legs— my legs are sweaty so I had to remove the duvet." He sighs in between words all while his cute bunny smile was plastered on his face.

You were shuffling your legs to press your thighs together from the sound of his sighs, hoping he could be more vocal once he's done with the livestream. But you had to remind yourself that you were currently prioritising Soobin's pleasure and you can always receive yours later.

His hand tuggs on your hair again, pulling your head upward just as you were about to bob your head towards his public bone. You inaudibly wince from the brief pain, mouth left open with your tongue hanging out of your mouth with a trail of saliva attached from your tongue to his glistening tip.

Soobin was meant to be answering a question, but he was distracted from the lewd sight just a few inches in front of him. Another smile crept up your lips as you gathered your spit and stuck your tongue out again just for your saliva to slide off your tongue and dribble down the head and his pink-ish shaft. You can't help but ogle at it yourself, he has such a pretty cock you could never have enough of it. His eyes follows yours and his eyelids drops a little, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back for the nth time that evening.

His dick starts twitching more in the palm of your hand, indicating he was nearing his orgasm at any given moment. "Uh guys, I'm gonna have to end the live now. My phone is at three percent so I need to charge it. Sleep well MOAs!" His breath wavered at the last second. You had never seen him end his lives so quickly before, but it was just the excitement building up.

He places his phone down beside him, lifting the hem of his white shirt a little higher up his torso and pulling his shorts and underwear past his ankles to place them aside. Not bothering to charge the device, he rushes to place each hand on either side on the crown of your head.

His cock inches in a little more each time, reaching into your mouth until the head bumps the back of your throat repeatedly, filling the room with the sound of the gargling. He raises his hips as he controls your head to move until the tip of your nose made contact with his pubic bone.

"Oh baby," he groans, throwing his head back. "God, you're doing so good for me. You almost made me moan on live." He let out a sheepish chuckle, followed by a strangled moan which had the sound shooting straight to the pulse intensifying between your thighs.

The recurring twitches manages to send your sweet boyfriend over the edge, his hand stilling your head as he lets out the prettiest sounds to exist. His moans were laced with curses and a string of your name in between. You watch his torso lift off the bed, curving inwards to look at the way you took in his load.

"That's it, princess. Swallow it all for me, yeah?" The moment your eyes met, the corner of his lips lifts into a smirk. He loved the way you look; your dishevelled hair, your eyes and lips glistening, a sheer coat of his cum leaking from the corner of your lips. Soobin missed seeing you in such a state, and it's only just clicked to him that you haven't done this for a while.

"Baby?" You ask him. "I can't believe you let me do that to you while you were live." You both chuckle, realising how pervy that sounded. To Soobin, however, it sounded like another idea.

He replies with a hum, watching you use your fingers to pick up the spilled cum from the corner of your lips and darting your tongue out to swallow the remaining.

"Would you let me ride you," you crawl higher up the bed, situating your legs on either side of his hips until your clothed core starts grinding over his bare, still-hard cock. "While you're on live?"

You bury your face into the crook of his neck, smelling his fresh scent mixed with his aftershave that you undeniably loved. His arms wraps around your waist, his hands finding purchase on your ass cheeks to squeeze them ; loving the feeling of your ass in his large palms, his thumbs massaging circles before giving your flesh another good squeeze.

"I think you're onto something." He smiles, picking up his phone, which was now charging, and opening the Weverse app to notify MOAs that he'll be able to go back on live shortly.

A soft whine left your lips, lingering by his ear. Pulling back, he leans in to peck your lips a few times until your one hand held his shoulder to steady the kiss and the other wrapping around the side of his neck.

As much as you loved kissing Soobin, moments like these would be engraved in your mind. His plush bottom lip trapped between your teeth, plumping them from your harsh kisses. He tastes like chocolate chips from the Chips Ahoy cookie he ate before the live.

Irregular breaths filled the once quiet room, only heightening his hearing and noticing the way you were softly moaning against his lips. It turned him on for the most part, to the point his dick was throbbing beneath you again. You wouldn't have known until he pushed your ass down and he lifted his hips to meet your throbbing core.

Both of you exchange moans, like harmonies exclusive to the both of you. He could feel your damp panties against his shaft, but the thin barrier was beginning to agitate him.

"Baby, panties off." He litters butterfly kisses along your jaw, and then let you pull your panties down your legs in a slow, seductive manner. You were going to throw them somewhere over the bed, but felt the smallest bit of resistance from his fingers looping through and scrunching it up into his fist to stuff it into the pocket of his discarded shorts. "I'm gonna have to take this, sorry."

Soobin was definitely going to be using that in the near future. When he gets a little turned on for no reason before a performance, he'd need to jack off in the restroom just for his hard-on to disappear, he'd use your panties to help him; sniffing them, or even wrapping it around his shaft imagining that you were dry humping him—his guilty pleasure.

"Put it in," you sigh. You were ready to feel him inside you again, after not having sex for what felt like months because of practice prior the trip abroad, and now his schedule has been packed full of interviews. "Slowly."

You were hovering your core above his hips, pushing your weight on his shoulders to use him to balance yourself. He held the base of his dick, aligning it to your leaking cunt and sliding it up to your clit. Even that small action made your knees weak, your balance faltering to the point your knuckles were turning white on his shoulders.

Soobin's other hand held onto your waist, prodding his blushed tip at your entrance. You felt the pressure of his hand pushing you down, easing himself inside you until your hips were flush against each other.

"I missed this. My baby's been so patient." He growls against your chest in attempt to hold in his moans, but his one hand found its way to your breast, massaging it through your top. He lifts it up, bunching it up under your neck until your chest was on full display just for him.

"Go on baby, show me how much you've missed me." You run your fingers through his hair all while he flicks his tongue at your nipple, moving onto the other in an alternate pattern.

With you working yourself on his shaft, he encapsulates one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling on it with his teeth grazing your hardened nipple every now and again. You let out wanton moans, throwing your head back from the sensation. It was hard to concentrate on the pattern of your hips once you felt his fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You clench onto his cock, feeling yourself heavily throbbing while he's inside you. Soobin releases your boob from his mouth to let out his whines he could no longer hold in.

"Keep moving like that, I want to fill you up with my cum." He whimpers, throwing his head back with his eyes tightly shut. You moan in response, just thinking about him filling you up was enough to push you closer to your high.

After thrusting your hips onto him a few more times, his hands find their way on your hips, holding you down as he curls in, watching his abdomen flex.

"Cum in me baby, be a good boy for me." You coo at him while you kiss his neck. You could feel his shaft pulse inside you until he was moaning in your ear, indicating his release. Spurts of his cum fills you up until it was leaking down your shaking thighs and onto the sheets beneath the both of you.

"Shit, Soob. My legs—"

"It's okay angel, I got you." His voice was a little hoarse, weak from his beautiful moans a second ago.

You continued to slowly ride out both your highs, all while the palm of his hand was caressing your leg, in attempt to ease the shakiness of it.

"You're still pulsing. You want another round?" He smirks at you, eyes hidden under his damp bangs.

You shake your head, "not yet, just stay inside me while you go back on live."

"You're so bad." He chuckles at your proposition, picking up his phone and checking if he looks alright before going back on live.

He loads up Weverse for the second time, holding his phone closer to his face so the frame stopped just by his shoulders. You lean back so your shadow can't be seen, accidentally clenching around his still-hard dick, but Soobin bit the inside of his cheeks to suppress a whine.

"Hi MOAs, I wanted to talk to you still. I'm charging my phone so I can still talk to you guys." He explains to his fans, trying so hard not to buck his hips up into yours.

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[doumadono]

If it's not too much trouble for you, can you make the nsfw alphabet for Shoto, pretty please? 🥺 (Ik your requests are closed so I'm truly sorry for reaching out but I love your alphabet for Bakugou)

Warnings: aged-up Shoto (21 yo)

MASTERLIST

A - aftercare He'll always ensure you're well-cared for. He'll assist you in the shower, placing sweet kisses all over your body. Later, he'll cuddle with you until you drift off to sleep in his comforting embrace, feeling safer than ever

B - body part He is in love with your neck – the way you softly moan his name when he gently sucks on your pulse point is sufficient to ignite his senses, setting them ablaze. Shoto is a huge fan of your hips as well

C - cum Shoto likes to finish inside you because it creates the most intimate and passionate connection between you both

D - dirty secret He harbors secret fantasies of complete submission to you, even embracing degradation

E - experience You are his first and only. He lacked any prior sexual experience before meeting you, but he's a fast learner and naturally gifted at providing pleasure

F - favorite position He finds immense pleasure when you ride him because it grants you the opportunity to control the speed and tempo, not to mention the enticing possibility of grasping your hips as well

G - goofy He views sex as an intensely intimate act and is wholly committed to ensuring you have the most enjoyable experience possible, leaving no room for frivolity

H - hair He keeps himself neat, and yes, the carpet does indeed match the drapes ����

I - intimacy For Shoto, sex is a deeply intimate experience. It involves almost constant eye contact, ample body contact and caressing, hand holding, and fervent kisses

J - jack off He doesn't masturbate at all. No matter how horny he is, he's going to wait for you to take care of him ♥

K - kinks Temperature play - the uncertainty of whether his hands or tongue will be cold, hot, or a mix of both keeps you in a constant state of anticipation and excitement

Edging - as you edge him, it makes him a blushing and whimpering mess

Praising - Shoto'll lose it instantly if he hears you telling him how good he's eating you out/fucking you

L - location For him, sex is a manifestation of intimacy and trust, and he believes that the bedroom is the most intimate place for the two of you to connect intimately

M - motivation You dressed in a sexy, lacy lingerie is an instant turn-on for him

N - no He's unwilling to cause you any harm, and he's certainly not open to allowing anyone else to touch you. Threesomes are completely off the table

O - oral This man has been blessed by the heavens with his mouth and he does magic using it along with his tongue on you - it's probably because he truly listens to your needs

P - pace He prefers the more sensual stuff so it is no surprise that he tends to take it soft and slow

Q - quickie Quickies are a no-go for Shoto - he'd prefer to wait and engage in proper, intimate sex with you

R - risks He isn’t really into taking risks - Shoto knows what he likes and he sticks to it

S - stamina Shoto's been dedicated to hero training practically his whole life, and as he grows older, his rigorous training regimen doesn't wane. Consequently, he can go through a substantial number of rounds before even beginning to feel fatigued

T - toys He's not particularly fond of toys, but he certainly won't forbid you from keeping them if they bring you pleasure

U - unfair Shoto teases you unconsciously, for example when he playfully traces his fingers along your thigh during a quiet moment on the couch, being blissfully unaware that his touch is setting your senses on fire instantly

V - volume He tends to be quite reserved in general, often emitting soft, drawn-out groans that are almost angelic during moments of intimacy. When he does speak to you during sex, his voice is exceptionally low and husky

W - wildcard Shoto has entertained numerous thoughts about allowing you to tie him up and fully dominate him. You're the only person in the world he trusts completely and feels safe enough to be vulnerable around

X - x-ray Shoto's not too thick, but is definitely long with a curve going up. He’s well above average at 7”

Y - yearning His sex drive is just a bit above average

Z - zzz He would never fall asleep before you - his priority is ensuring that you're sleeping peacefully, securely nestled in his arms, before he allows himself to drift into slumber

[oceanofsinners]

“They love me, they love me not.”

Yan!Pervy cupid x gn innocent succubi/incubi reader ♥︎

[mdni, or do, i don't care enough to block y'all tbh. NSFW, first time in a while writing it so apologies ack. tw/cw: mentions of violence, blood, religious stuff kinda. lmk if i have to add smth else too! also?? sorry for disappearing i got stuck in the hospital, ouchies!! also holy fuck this is 2.k words ive never wrote that much...]

Nova wasn't...normal. Well, to be fair, it wasn't their fault he was created this way. It was Father’s fault.

 

Being born a Cupid, but being unable to feel most emotions, or even love. How ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Compared to their brothers and sisters, he was useless.

 

They grew up alone and isolated, no one wanted a Cherub whose expression was always bored. No one wanted a Cherub who never wanted to play with the others or found joy in small things. 

 

He grew up in one of the few orphanages in Paradise, some human souls for foster parents who weren't able to have kids themselves, happy to have any.

 

Angels were meant to be cheerful and optimistic, they were neither. Many thought he'd grow up to be a Guardian Angel or an Archangel. 

 

Never a Cupid. Especially a Love Cupid. Maybe a Heartbreak Cupid, even Erotic Love Cupid, but Love? They didn't even truly understand what the word meant. Or so everyone thought. 

 

Angels were meant to be non-judgemental. Meant to be “kind” and believe in everyone. Angel’s are not. Angels are just as judgemental, perhaps even more than humans. 

 

The other Cupids always watched him in disdain when they were training, he always dragged their class down, being worse at it than most of the others.

 

But then, in high school, something changed. See, Angels and Demons typically don't like each other. 

 

Angels hate Demons for falling, and Demons hate the lies Angels say. But in the end, they are one and the same. 

 

Only one’s halo is broken, the other’s is perfectly fine. No, not halo, horns. If there was one thing special about Nova, it was their “halo“, or horns. 

 

They were a beautiful baby pink color that matched the pearly white hair that reached his shoulders, with pretty gold and bright pink streaks, that made their purple eyes pop. 

 

Even though Nova couldn't feel anything, he was beautiful. Freckles were made in the forms of constellations scattered over brown skin, and white eyelashes that looked like snowflakes. 

 

They were beautiful. Ethereal. An Angel, through and through. He never imagined they'd fall willingly, even hating the thought. 

 

But, maybe for one person, he would. That person is YOU. 

 

The Demons and Angels made an agreement, there was an academy built, for both Angels and Demons of all ranks and backgrounds, a sort of truce.

 

Nova was one of the angels chosen, amongst many others. They didn't care about it, just wanting it to be done already. To get the embarrassment over. 

 

Days turned into weeks of staying in the shadows, going to boring classes, eating lunch in empty classrooms, studying all night, and repeat. 

 

It was boring, but it's not like Nova had anything he could do about it. Another day of stupid school, of stupid wars between haughty Angels and Demons who liked fighting. 

 

Except this time, Nova got caught in the crossfire. Cuts covered their skin, golden blood leaking down and ruining his beautiful clothes.

 

One of the Demons had them pushed up against a wall, claws to his throat, and they stood there blank gaze. Nova raised a brow as the Demon got pushed, and went to walk away. 

 

Then YOU came. You seemed confused at the fight, trying to make peace despite it being fruitless. You paused at the sight of him, before gasping and quickly running over. 

 

“Ah, you're bleeding! Gosh, I told these dummies to stop fighting, they just don't listen!” You frowned, trying to appear upset but you just looked like a kicked puppy with a pout. 

 

You pulled them off to the side, reaching inside a black messenger back absolutely covered in cutesy stickers and pins from different bands. 

 

Nova took the time to look at you, really look at you. It was strange. Why was his heart beating so fast? Wings fluffing up? You were beautiful. One of the prettiest Demons they’d ever seen. 

 

That's what clued him into what you were, an Incubus or Succubus. Really, there was no difference between the two except for their behavior. Incubus tended to be more assertive, and Succubus more passive. 

 

Before Nova could think about anything else, you pulled a first aid kit out, opened it up, and pulled a pack of bandaids out. 

 

You started disinfecting their wounds, before putting those cute, colored bandaids on each wound.

 

Nova looks silly like this, mostly black, Gothic ensemble, even with his pastel eyes and horns, they still looked less like an Angel and more like a Demon. 

 

And there you were, broken halo turned into a pair of horns, dressed in cutesy clothes, putting brightly colored bandaids on the mean-looking Cupid. 

 

With every fleeting touch, Nova felt embers light under his skin, his cheeks warming even further. ‘...What...What is this feeling? I don't...’

 

Before Nova even realized it, they were leaning even further into your cold, almost dead touch. You paused, before giggling and roping your arms around his shoulders. 

 

“Wow! You're super friendly, I like you, your hair too, it's super duper long! What's your name?” You asked, playing with his long hair, curling it around your fingers.

 

“Casanova. But people call me Nova, usually. What's yours?” Nova looked up at you, a lovesick hazy look in his purple eyes, heart pupils. How amusing. A Cupid falling for an Incubi/Succubi. What are the odds? 

 

“Oh! Right! It's—” Before you can finish, a teacher begins herding everyone to their classes. Nova’s pissed —‘How...Why do I feel so angry?’— but goes along with it, delighted to see you wave with a sheepish grin, fangs showing. 

 

Nova doesn't know your name. But he doesn't need to. You're his angel in their mind, the one and only made for him. 

 

Very quickly you become a prominent part of his life, their parents even allowing you to stay at their house while the program goes on, happy to see their child so happy for once. 

 

With so many emotions suddenly hitting him all at once, it's no shock they fall harder than he should, becoming obsessed fast and hard. 

Nova begins realizing things they'd never realized before. The curves of your body. Those soft eyes he wants to see sobbing from pleasure. Those lips open, gasping their name—

 

But it ends far too soon. The program is forced to close, and you're gone just as fast as you came. Nova hates how empty he feels when you're gone, wondering how he ever lived without you.

 

He feels cold inside, a part of him disappearing with you. Something they can NEVER get back. He tries to be normal, smiling when he should, crying when he should, just be normal. 

 

It's easy for a while. To pretend. No, BE normal. Far too soon, or maybe far too late, he graduates high school. Then college. 

 

Years fly by, “friends” come and go, lovers he didn't give a shit about disappear after they get bored, and more and more blood then just his is on their hands. 

 

But you weren't always gone. You'd sneak out of hell and sneak onto paradise sometimes, and hang out with them. But it wasn't enough. He wanted all of your time and attention on him. Just once, they want someone to be there as a constant. 

 

Eventually he lands a job at Soulmates Corp. A Cupid work place, and he starts working. It's actually pretty simple and interesting. Sure, they don't use bow and arrows — usually. But being able to look through humans lives, to choose who they fall for. It's interesting. 

 

And then, one night, you innocently invite him to a club in hell. They instantly agree, after all, it's YOU. His angel, their savior, his LIFE LINE. Their EVERYTHING. 

 

Funnily enough, over the years the two swapped clothing styles. Nova wore more cutesy, sweet, pastel color clothes, and you wore darker, more “sexy” clothes. 

 

Nova arrived at the club, absentmindedly toying with the pockets of his pastel blue cardigan. Tonight would be the last night of your freedom - independance, after all! 

 

Nova walks in, you on his side, some of your friends accompanying the two of you. He could care less about these bastards, and soon makes sure to seperate you from your “friends”.

 

He watches you with loving eyes the entire night, making sure you get drunk so bad you can't stand. It's easy, you're too trusting. Too innocent for this world. 

 

He'll save you, just like you saved them! Eventually they take you to their place. At first it's tame. Friendly. 

 

“N—Novaaahhhh...C’mere, I hic! wanna see yer pretty faceeee...” Your voice is whiny, the alcohol really hitting you hard. Nova coos, walking over. 

 

They yelp, quite loudly, as you drag them onto the bed, curling into his side. It's innocent. His thoughts should be too. 

 

But all they can think about is your chest pressed against their arms, how easy it would be to just slip your shirt to the side, and touch. Feel.

 

He shakes his head, even if you're both drunk, he can't take advantage of you like that. They refuse to taint you, and that pretty little head of yours. 

 

Stuck in their own thoughts, Nova doesn't even realize you straddle him until it's too late. Your eyes are hazy with lust and alcohol, and he can't help but gulp nervously. 

 

“Angel, really, you...you need to sleep.” Nova tries to reason with you, but reasoning with a horny, drunk Demon, much less an Incubi or Succubi is like arguing with a wall. 

 

You whine, lips lazily smashing against his. Nova can't help but melt into it, and they hate how hard they are from just a touch, a single kiss. 

 

This is wrong. Both of you know this. Yet neither of you can stop it. One kiss turns into two, into three. 

 

“An-Angel!” Nova gasps out as you nip at his collarbone, their neck already covered in love bites and pretty blue and purple bruises. 

 

“Mmph..Wan’ more...Need more, Nova...” You growled out, one hand playing with his chest the other curled in their hair. 

 

More marks. More bites. So many. He looked so pretty like this, a crying mess under their ‘innocent’ friend. 

 

Still, he held enough restraint to stop you, not wanting to ruin your first times together. But, due to your insistence, they do give you some pleasure~

 

Nova sits on his knees, you splayed out on their silk sheets, your slick dripping onto the bed as you whined. Hips jerking up to meet his tongue, hands curled around their halo. 

 

Nova’s tongue swirls against your sex, whining from the taste of your juices against his tongue. It was better then he imagined all those nights, hand playing with their cock, desperate for some relief. 

 

With every swipe and sucking of his mouth, you get closer and closer to that sweet relief you desperately need. With one last gasp, your eyes roll back and hips buck against Nova’s mouth. 

 

Nova laps up every bit of your sweet essence, fucking you through your orgasm. He's gentle after you finish, murmuring praises into your ears as they carry you to their bathroom. 

 

During the bath you end up falling asleep, Nova carries you to bed and the two fall asleep, intangled in each other. 

 

It's morning. Your eyes flutter open, yawning softly as you groaned. Fuck, that's a horrible headache. You glance around, pausing as you feel a weight beside you. What the...

 

Your eyes glide to the person laying beside you, and you pause, your cheeks warming. Nova. You're in Nova’s bed. 

 

Nova, the Cupid boy you met as a kid. Nova, the Cupid you fell for, hard. Nova, the Cupid who always seemed so clueless and innocent. 

 

And they truly look like an Angel right now. The sun shines against against his white hair and skin beautifully, wings folded behind them. 

 

Your face feels even warmer as embarrassment fills you as you see bite marks all over their neck. Bite’s are how Demon’s mark their claim, usually on their mates. Angel’s too. 

 

He let you bite them. And yet, you can't find yourself to be mad over it. Nova’s eyes flutter open, glancing up at you. A soft smile appears on their face, as they lean up and kiss you. 

 

The Angel traps you in his wings and you giggle, curling into them. He's yours, and your his even if you don't know yet. 

 

You took their heart a long time ago. It's time he takes yours too. ♥︎

[sugarcandydoll]

im dreaming of a pink christmas!

BOOP BOOP BOOP 🐾

leo ☉ | aries ☾ | cancer ↑

FREE PALESTINE!!!

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[landofanimes]

CLAMP EXHIBITION (2024)

Merchadise: Foil stamped playing cards

The only commemorative product that covers all the works in the CLAMP exhibition!

A lot of characters here but I wanted to check who got the fancy cards, so after straining my eyes, here they are:

Diamonds ♦

K: Ashura (RG Veda)

Q: Kendappa-ou, Souma (RG Veda)

J: Misaki Suzuhara, Hikaru (Angelic Layer)

A: Hikaru Shidou, Umi Ryuuzaki, Fuu Hououji (Magic Knight Rayearth)

Clubs ♣

K: Syaoran, Princess Sakura (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

Q: Yuuko Ichihara (xxxHolic)

J: Kimihiro Watanuki (xxxHolic)

A: Suu (Clover)

Hearts ♥

K: Sakura Kinomoto, Shaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Q: Kobato Hanato, Ioryogi (Kobato)

J: Yukito Tsukishiro, Touya Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura)

A: Sakura Kinomoto (CCS: Clear Card)

Spades ♠

K: Seishiro Sakurazuka (Tokyo Babylon)

Q: Hokuto Sumeragi (Tokyo Babylon)

J: Kamui Shiro, Fuuma Monou (X/1999)

A: Kamui Shiro, Fuuma Monou (X/1999)

Joker 🃏

Mokona (Magic Knight Rayerth)

Kero, Spinel, Momo (CCS: Clear Card)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 4

It's that time again! The previous masterlist is full, if not nearly full! But I have some news to share! Now that I'm writing romantic for a few characters, they will now be given their own sections in the masterlist! Hooray! There will still be an other section for characters, whether me not writing romantic for them or them not being very popular! As per usual you can find the other creepypasta volumes in my pinned under the masterlist section! you can also find the rules there so if youre interested, give them a read! do note that as of the day im writing this (5/24/24), i work on a queue system so be aware it may take a while for your request to become public! you can always ask what day to expect it! with all that being said! p.s. if you're ever unsure for what creepypastas i will write for, just ask! putting it out there though that i do not write for offender, julius, or clockwork (clockwork is just personal stuff for me, as far as im aware there isnt much problematic with her or the creator) (dont quote me on that though, because i dont keep up with the creators all that much AS OF AUGUST 29TH THIS LIST IS COMPLETE

Multi

Various crps x sculptor reader

Various x reader who does horror pod costs

Pocky w/ various crps

Various x streamer reader

Various crushing on the reader 1/2

Various crushing on the reader 2/2

Ej, masky,hoodie x picky eater reader

Sleepover at slender mansion

various crps x reader with moles and freckles

various x reader who has leg pains

various x reader who struggles with self care

slenderman and lj x reader who sleeps a lot

various x reader who has anxiety

ej and nina x reader who has psoriasis

petnames remake

various x slasher fan!reader

ticci toby, masky, and tim getting comfort from the reader

masky and hoodie when their child gets hurt protecting them

ej and ticci toby x ballerina!reader

calling various crps pretty boy

various crps w/ reader who struggles with self care 2

masky and hoodie x pregnant reader

various x caseoh!reader

leaving lipstick marks on them 1/2

Making a pillow fort w/ various

leaving lipstick marks on them 2/2

drawing each other 1/2

drawing each other 2/2

ej and brian x oblivious reader

giving lj masky and splendor kisses before going out

carrying/being carried when injured (jeff, masky, toby, lj)

giving various crps flowers

getting them treats (slender, nina, lj, bloody painter)

kissing ninas, bloody painters, and maskys scars

various x reader who cant cook

putting your hands in the pockets when youre cold

various crps x reader who can take their head off

various x picky eater!reader

kissing jane and nina

various x injured reader who doesnt realize theyre injured

laughing jack eyeless jack and puppeteer celebrating the readers birthday after its forgotten

masky hoodie and ticci toby x lactose intolerant reader

LJ, masky, hoodie x reader who has a sweet tooth

jeff nina and hoodie x bimbo!reader

dancing w/ slender splendor and bloody painter

Slenderman

x angel reader

x male immortal reader

i n p (angst alphabet)

y t ♥ (fluff alphabet)

Splendorman

n s x fluff alphabet

Laughing Jack

body swap prompt

X scene reader

X mime reader

X reader who dyes their hair a lot

X reader with curly hair

x reader who is clingy and has abandonment issues

accidentally making sensitive reader cry

x ball jointed doll reader

x bubbly trad goth reader

Eyeless Jack

X cute reader who likes sweets

X vampire reader

X reader who dresses in menhera/yami kawaii

x popular!fem!reader (human/collage au/pre monster jack)

x demon reader who eats raw animals

saving him from the cult and life after

w y s (fluff alphabet)

x reader who has father issues

x reader who is a professional figure skater

x sick reader

x ftm reader w/ dysphoria

boo, haunted house, and snacks (fall prompts)

Jeff the Killer

Platonic jeff x teen reader

X slasher fan reader

z d r (fluff alphabet)

w e y (fluff alphabet)

k j z (fluff alphabet)

Ticci Toby

X mom friend reader

reuniting with him

r y l (fluff alphabet)

v x i (fluff alphabet)

toby x fem!reader except youre both oblivious

scary movie, haunted house, and wrapped up prompts

c s w (fluff alphabet)

Masky

X fem lead singer reader

Hoodie

Puppeteer

Pup x reader who has abandonment issues

j p x (fluff alphabet)

Other

Nina x reader who reads fanfics

ben drowned x reader playing animal crossing together (platonic)

ben drowned x reader who hates him

platonic ben x older sibling figure reader

bloody painter x pregnant reader

c f h w/ bloody painter (fluff alphabet)

bloody painter x reader who has a small eye

s u v w/ ben (platonic alphabet)

kissing bloody painter after the first date

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※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Shot Through the Heart } ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader ※ ao3

You've worked with Colt off and on for years, building an easy rapport with the stuntman. The rest of the crew sends you to check up on him after he's bad off following a stunt that seems to have caused his nearly career-ending injury to act up.

{ Moves } ※ Colt Seavers x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

On unsteady feet and with linked arms, you and Colt stumble along in the sand. You’re hanging onto each other. The warmth of the man at your side is almost more intoxicating than the beer you’ve been sipping all night long. The ocean is refreshingly cool against your ankles as you trail through the lapping waves, shoes and socks clasped firmly in your hands.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Golden Hour ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader Playtime ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader Scene Partner ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader ※ 18+

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ I Do Nothing but Think of You } ※ Driver ※ ao3 ※ 18+

He can't eat. He can't sleep. He's obsessed and restless. What else is there to do but go for a drive?

{ Under Pressure } ※ Driver ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Driver is feeling under the weather. Blaming the oppressive Los Angeles heat for the tightness in his chest, the mechanic leaves in the middle of his shift to try to recover only to receive a shock when it turns out to be something that he should be utterly incapable of.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Choking ※ Driver x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request} 18+ Clumsy Stalking ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request} 18+ Maintenance ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 Repercussions ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request}

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Driver ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D }. ※

Driver ※ "There's no good sharks?" Driver ※ Werewolf!AU

※ .{ F A N A R T }. ※

Werewolf!AU Driver screenshot study

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Birthday Boy } ※ Officer K x Joi ※ ao3

Officer K does not often find himself surprised. He was made to be clearheaded and adaptable, able to get a read on most situations at a glance. Joi is a true wildcard in his life. She elicits feelings from him that he never could have predicted. As a result, he finds himself floundering in the wake of an unexpected gesture.

{ Somebody to You } ※ Officer K x GN!Reader ※ ao3

With a tremor threatening to shake his body, he slips his fingers under the edge of his shirt sleeve and pulls it up to his elbow. His soulmark is laid bare before your eyes. The wound that he had left in his own skin when he had tried to carve out the design has faded to a raised, pale line. “That wasn’t there before,” you murmur, taking his forearm in your hands. Your pointer finger traces over the scar.

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Officer KD6-3.7 ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Officer K's jacket

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Crimson Headache } ※ Sierra Six x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

You wonder something about Six. Will he allow himself to surrender to what he really wants?

{ Leap of Faith } ※ Sierra Six (solo) ※ ao3

What if the escape mission had gone a little differently? No outcomes are certain. No one is impervious to fault.

{ Witness in the Dark } ※ Sierra Six x Claire's Sister!Reader ※ ao3

Don't we all just want to feel the companionable reassurance of another human being?

It only takes a single tragedy to tear your life to shreds and make it to where you're unable to sleep through the night. You tell yourself that you will never trust a bodyguard again, but things don't go according to plan when a man with a number for a name is assigned to the Fitzroy household while your uncle is away.

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Sierra Six ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D S }. ※

Sierra Six ※ Just another Thursday."

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Sierra Six's tattoos

※ .{ DRIVER x KEN } ※ { ONESHOT }

{ Draw Me In } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Ken's insatiable curiosity leads to a messy outcome when he fails to give Driver any semblance of personal space.

{ Take You In Real Slow } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+ 🕊

He twists his house key in the door and turns the knob to open it. Locked. Adjusting the basket resting against his hip, he frowns and tries his key again. The door unlocks this time. The knob is slippery in his grasp. When he pulls his hand away, it’s covered in more of that red stuff from the elevator.

{ The Way You Stare } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Ken has never learned the importance of being patient. His efforts to be the sole recipient of Driver's steady focus earn him a hard and frustrating lesson from a man who is not very composed himself.

※ .{ DRIVER x KEN } ※ { MOODBOARDS}

Driver x Ken ※ "I'm thinking 'bout how I want to see you in some kinda lip gloss. Might feel sticky and gritty if I kissed you. Bet you would look pretty, just like now. All pink. Sparkly." 

※ .{ OFFICER K x SIERRA SIX } ※ { MULTI-CHAPTER }

{ Eyes Always Searching } ※ Officer K x Sierra Six ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Unpleasantly, K feels the return of the drowning sensation he had felt earlier. It is almost as though someone had placed a mirror in front of him in a dream. The reflection is him, but distinctly not. ※ chapter one: In some Sad Way ※ chapter two: I Already Know ※ chapter three: I Will Not Ask You, Neither Should You

※ .{ OFFICER K x SIERRA SIX } ※ { MOODBOARDS }

Officer K x Sierra Six ※ K places his right hand on the table beside his guest’s. He can feel the warmth of his fellow Nexus sink into his own skin. He swallows, pulse jumping. The hand not on the table clenches around his thigh. His nails dig into the outer seam of his pants. “What was your most shameful moment? ” the baseline mocks at him in his mind. He can’t do it. He can’t bridge the gap. He can’t-

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Bad Dog } ※ Ken x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

You have volunteered to give Ken a lesson in being a good dog. It takes a firm hand to get positive results.

※ .{ M U L T I C H A P T E R }. ※

{ Ocean Boulevard } ※ Holland March x Merman!Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Struggling, he can’t seem to reach the surface no matter how hard he paddles upwards. He’s going to die down here if he can’t cover any distance. He’d failed to take in any air when he went over on account of knocking himself senseless. Making a mistake, Holland looks down and sees the darting shadow of a pointed dorsal fin. Shark. There’s a fucking shark in the water with him.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Frequently Bought Together ※ Ken & GN! Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request}

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Henry Letham ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Holland March ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Lars Lindstrom ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Ryan Gosling!Ken ※ Partner Headcanons (bad end) ※ 18+ Ryan Gosling!Ken ※ Partner Headcanons (good end) ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D S }. ※

Henry Letham※ "If this is a dream, then the whole world is inside it." Holland March ※ "I had to question the mermaids." Ken ※ "Every night is boy's night." Ken ※ "To be honest, when I found out the patriarchy wasn't about horses, I lost interest anyways." Ken ※ "What will it take for her to see the man behind the tan?" Sebastian Wilder ※ "Are you shining just for me?"

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Favorite Ryan Gosling movies {ask} Favorite pairings for Ryan Gosling characters {ask}

※ .{ HOLIDAY & EVENT COLLECTIONS }. ※

{ 12 Days of Goosemas } ※ 2023 ※ ao3 ※ 18+

This is a collection of twelve fanfictions all under two thousand words each and all pertaining to characters played by Ryan Gosling. Not all of these works are directly intended to be Christmas themed, but they are all set in the month of December and have some seasonal vibes! 01 ※ { Hot Chocolate } ※ Officer K / Reader 02 ※ { Christmas Movie } ※ Driver / Ken 03 ※ { Winter Break }※ Henry Letham / Reader 04 ※{ Snow }※ Sierra Six / Reader 05 ※ { Holiday Party }※ Julian Thompson / Reader ※ 18+ 06 ※ { Decorating }※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader 07 ※ { Alone }※ Driver / Reade 08 ※ { Lights } ※ Holland March / Jackson Healy 09 ※ { Cookies} ※ Driver / Ken※ 18+ 10 ※ { Snowstorm } ※ Colt Seavers / Reader 11 ※ { New Year }※ Henry Letham / Sam Foster 12 ※ { Mistletoe } ※ Driver / Reader ※ 18+

※ .{ THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT SERIES }. ※

A collaborative series written with @danime25 centered around the relationship between Holland March and Jackson Healy.

{ Give Me the Night } ※ Holland March x Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

What if Healy had broken Holland's right arm instead of his left? Like most jobs involving stakeouts, the night is going by slowly. That all takes a turn, however, when Holland March, pent up and frustrated, finally pushes his fellow detective too far. Part one of the Butterfly Effect Series. (Can be read as a standalone)

{ Don't Go Breaking My Heart } ※ Holland March x Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Even during the most wonderful time of the year, Holland March can't help but be clumsy. A stressful hospital trip to set the detective's re-fractured arm leads an unfortunate revelation about his relationship with Jackson Healy. Part two of the Butterfly Effect Series. (Can be read as a standalone) ※ chapter one: It's Up to Us // ao3 ※ chapter two: I Think We Can Make It // ao3 ※ 18+

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[slasheddreams]

Ground Control to Psychoelectric Angel [ bag of marshmallows / broken glass / blood rain ]

This story will contain the following themes, as well as a heavy emphasis on more adult themes and humors, including a portrayal of a romantic/intimate relationship between Angel and Ame.

content warning for: [ inspired by Needy Streamer Overload and the Ground Control to Psychoelectric Angel Ending ] [ heavy themes of love bombing, themes of affection and desire, brief mentions of self-harm/self-neglect, mention of taking drugs/coercing someone into taking drugs, brief mentions of childhood neglect, partial themes of memory loss/amnesia, and things of the like. ]

Even if we're on different wavelengths, I know you'll still understand me, and that's what I love about you.

There was always some kind of saying about love. I don't actually remember what it was, something stupid most likely.

Rain.

Angel wouldn't lie, he loved the rain... when it was pouring outside and he wasn't stuck walking in it. Sighing slowly, he pulled out his umbrella. Opening it slowly, he groaned.

He hated working at the convenience store so badly. The pay was so bad, the customers were abysmal at best, gross at worst, and the manager was just awful. And he was always stuck with the closing shift. While he knew this place wasn't overly dangerous, walking home in the dark was still... frightening. Taking the train alone at night already sucked, but having to travel in the rain and the fog?

Looking around as he stepped out into the rain, he sighed again. The rain was so dreary and heavy, it was... depressing. His shoes weren't made for the rain, but, rain shoes weren't made for work either... Maybe he'd have to start bringing rain shoes to work. That would be very... annoying. But, at least his feet wouldn't be so soaked next time. His shoes clicked against the ground, and light thuds of rain jumped from puddle to puddle as he walked. The sound of cars running down the street constantly filled his ears, the sound of the rain against the cars' roofs and against the stores' roofs. It was almost tranquil... if it wasn't for the splashing of water from rushing cars and drunken bystanders stumbling around and into him.

Grimacing as a man drunkenly fumbled into him, Angel huffed. This was hellish. Placing one hand on the man's shoulder, he lightly directed the man in an opposing direction. He could tell the man was drunk beyond belief, but he didn't want this man to become a big problem. He simply didn't have the desire to deal with unnecessary issues like that.

His father would tell him to have more "sympathy" in a situation like this. He wondered where that sympathy was for him during all those empty nights.

...

He didn't realize how far he strayed, leading the stumbling drunken man away from the busy street. Looking around, Angel paused a moment. He couldn't tell if it was due to the heavy rain limiting his vision, but, he was unable to identify any landmarks or anchor points. He felt... a little lost.

Just his luck.

His head turned from side to side slowly, grumbling as he down the several alleyways. In the distance, he could vaguely make out the shape of a tent and a figure, sitting out in the heavy rain. Most likely a homeless person... he was there once. It wasn't fun.

Taking a deep breath, he grimaced. He didn't own a phone, hell, he couldn't afford a phone. He only had two options. Try to find his own way back... or ask the homeless person in front of him. Neither option seemed particularly appealing.

Grumbling to himself, he hesitantly moved forward, towards the person ahead of him. His heels clicked in the heavy rain, slowly coming to a stop before the log the person sat on.

"Excuse me?"

His voice felt a little hoarse coming out of his throat like that. It sounded a little strained... a little weak. It hurt to hear himself like that.

But it did its job of garnering the attention of the homeless person in front of him. A young woman, wearing a cloth cloak, with thick, long purple hair glanced at him, ever so slightly. Nothing more than a side glance... he couldn't blame her.

"Do I know you?"

"... I don't think I do."

Angel's hand hovered over his chest slightly, and he could have sworn the woman's disappointment hung in the air. It felt so heavy... There was a moment of sadness on the girl's face, and then, she sighed, leaning her head to the side ever so slightly.

"You're lost too, aren't you?"

Angel grimaced to himself. Was it really that obvious? Biting his tongue, he nodded in response. The girl hummed slightly, nodding back.

"I was wondering if you knew how to get to the train station...? I can figure the rest out from there, but..."

The girl craned her head to the side, looking at the ground solemnly. Her eyes focused on the ground as if she were averting Angel's gaze.

"I... have memory issues. Even if I knew, I've probably forgotten by now. I don't even know my own name. It's a little sad."

Angel paused a moment, grimacing. He... felt a little bad. But he didn't ask for a sob story either. Grumbling, he took a step forward, haphazardly holding the umbrella out slightly. In doing so, the rain falling on the girl lessened. It wasn't a perfect fix, of course, he didn't know how long it had been raining on the poor thing... but something was better than nothing.

"Then, mind helping me find it? I'll buy you some food for the trouble."

It wasn't the perfect solution, of course. He barely knew the chick, and he barely knew the area either. Hell, buying her food for this one favor might put himself out of a meal. But, he knew one thing. Creeps would be less likely to try anything if they thought he was with someone. And...

He really didn't care.

He could survive with one less meal. He's done it before. He can do it again. Pausing, the girl seemed to... hesitate a moment. Standing up straight, she looked at the man a second time, then, diverted her gaze once more.

"Food. I like the way you make deals."

"... My name's Angel."

It wasn't really, but, he hated his real name. Both his first name... and his last. The girl was silent a moment, and then she reached out, hesitantly grasping ahold of the outstretched umbrella. Tilting his head slightly, he found her hand... a little odd. She wore five metallic claw coverings, one covering each finger. They were all unique with interesting markings, yet, they didn't seem to hinder her movement even slightly.

"... the name Ame means rain, right?"

"... it does. It also means candy, I think."

"I like that. Can you call me Ame?"

Pausing a moment, Angel nodded slowly. Ame... it was a nice name. But, naming yourself after the rain sounded... a little depressing. But, he wouldn't knock her for it.

...

Ame didn't talk much. Angel wasn't expecting her to, but, still. A little effort would have been nice. The silence weighed down so heavily... Angel thought it was going to crush him.

"... your memories."

It blurted out suddenly, like an unprepared confession to your middle school crush.

"My memories?"

His mind felt like it was going to explode. He turned towards Ame, his soaking off-white hair clinging to his face like a leech. He swore, every time he tried to wipe it out of his face, it would just frizz up and get back in the way.

"Yeah. You uh, you mentioned that you have memory issues back in the alleyway."

"... did I?"

... he groaned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Was it really that poor? He almost felt a little bad. Keyword: almost.

"It's... true. My memory is quite poor..."

Glancing away, Ame's gaze fell on a nearby bookstore. Her pace slowed down a little until the two ground to a complete halt. The wind chill was particularly bad that day, he felt like he was going to shatter into tiny, angel-sized pieces if they stopped too suddenly. He wondered how she seemed so unbothered by it.

"I can't remember anything. My family, my hometown, my friends if I had any... I don't even remember my name. I am... old, but not too old I think."

"Old, but not too old, huh? I'm 17 years old."

"I think the old woman I met last... it was something about becoming a... "real adult"? I don't... uhm... you know?"

"... A real adult would be an 18-year-old. And, y'know I think I kind of get the point."

"I would say it's been this way as long as I can remember... but then it becomes a little ironic. What is this place?"

Her gaze fixated on the bookstore in front of her, never wavering. Angel paused, then, hesitantly, he pointed up, towards the sign of the shop.

"It's a bookstore. They sell books and magazines in there. Some of them even sell toys and figurines, or disks and DVDs."

"It looks magical in there."

Turning towards Angel, her lips pursed a little, as if a question perched itself on the edge of her lips. A question he wasn't sure if she even remembered wanting to ask.

"... did you want to go inside?"

He wasn't... completely sure why he asked if he was being honest. He wanted nothing more than to find the train station and go back to his home. He wanted nothing more than to change out of these damn clothes that clung to his back, to heat up his day-old leftovers, eat, and smoke until he couldn't feel anything anymore. It was the only thing capable of soothing this mind-numbing pain that knawed at his skin day by dreadful day. Yet... she seemed so curious. He couldn't help but wonder, he thought to himself.

Ame nodded slowly, seeming... almost a little hesitant. He had never seen her smile, he thought to himself. Taking the umbrella from Ame's hand, he closed it, gently shaking off any excess rain before taking a step forward. Holding his umbrella, he carefully placed in it one of the provided "rain bags", ensuring the water from his umbrella wouldn't get everywhere in the shop. Then, turning to Ame, he grimaced. Her cloak... was soaked. Hesitantly, he reached over towards Ame, his hand scrapping against her face lightly as he pulled the hood back.

He didn't realize how pretty she was without it. Her eyes were such a pretty purple color, and there were snow-like freckles dotting her skin that he hadn't noticed before.

"... You have to take off your cloak before you can go inside though. We can put it inside one of these free rain bags. You can... borrow my raincoat. It might be a little big though."

Pointing toward the rain bags with his other hand, Angel paused. Ame glanced at his hand for a moment before nodding. She wasn't wearing much underneath the cloak, he realized. But what she did have on underneath the cloak was relatively dry... they could work with that, he supposed. Carefully, he took off the light blue raincoat he wore, holding it out towards her. It's a shame. That coat kept him somewhat warm.

"Here. Put it on. You look sleazy."

Pushing the door open with his arm, he motioned to Ame to follow him inside the bookstore. It felt something akin to bringing a child into a candy store. He didn't think someone could be so... amazed by something so simple.

Yet, she always seemed to find something new. And asking new questions. Just when he thought he finally ironed out the last one, like a kid in a candy store, she had a new one.

"What's "entomology"?" "Study of bugs." "Oh... ooo."

"It Ends With Us...? Who is us?" "... the people in the book?? I guess."

"What's astrology?" "Stuff about the stars. And star signs." "Star signs???"

Eventually, she settled down, seeming satisfied with the answers to her many... many questions. It felt like an eternity in there (it was only 10 minutes, though.) before Ame walked close to Angel, holding a small book in her hands. Hesitantly, she held it out towards him.

"... what's this?"

"It's a book about... space. And planets. And it's only 500 yen."

500 yen? That was... quite a normal price for a short book like that. He sighed a bit, crossing his arms as he held the book in his hand. His brows furrowed slightly as he eyed the book, then, grimacing, he scoffed as he reached into his pocket. Pulling out his wallet, he opened it up with another grimace frown. He really didn't have the spending money to be doing this.

He didn't know why, but this girl's unadulterated excitement for simple leisure had him so... smitten. He remembers a time when he was excited about his first book too, he supposed.

"Here. Go get it, it won't get any cheaper."

It would get cheaper, he thought, as he handed her a 500 yen coin. It would get cheaper. But she might not be around still when it finally does. An expression of shock flashed on Ame's face, and then, a soft smile replaced it. ... She looked really pretty when she smiled.

"Yay! Thank you... Angel?"

"Oh, hey. You remembered my name."

...

The rain seemed to have let up while they were busy accidentally shopping. How quaint. It hadn't let up completely, but the rain wasn't nearly as heavy anymore.

Looking around, Angel tilted his head. Then, as if on cue, Ame pointed toward the train station in the distance.

"Is that the train station you were looking for, Angel?"

"It was. You're so observant."

He noticed it way before she had. It was nice to see she didn't lose track of their literal one and only objective, he thought. Food... he did promise her that much. She was a good travel partner. He briefly wondered if they could be more. He didn't know why. Shaking his head, he wanted to launch that thought out of there. Why was he thinking about that? He wasn't that lonely.

Right?

"Do you have a favorite thing to eat?"

"... You're still buying me food?"

She sounded surprised by his question, taken a little aback. Angel turned and shrugged. His hair curled against his shoulders, bouncing lightly in the wind.

"I promised you. You help me find it, I'll buy you food from it. There's a 7-11 inside, I can buy you some chicken or some bread. Whatever you want."

Holding out his hand gently, Ame paused. Hesitantly, she reached out, a shaky hand hovering about his, never touching down. Sighing, Angel reached up, grabbing onto her hand, and tugging her closer.

"Come on! You can just jump the bar."

"H-Hey, wait-"

---

There was always some kind of saying about love. I think it was something about being blind?

He hummed softly as he picked up a book off the massive bookshelf. Ame's curiosity never did die out. She used to have to beg with him, to plead for him to buy her "just one more book". It was never just one book... but she was always so endearing about it. Even now and again, he finds her clinging to his arm whenever they walk past a bookstore.

Running his fingers lightly over the cover, he cocked his head to the side. His eyes felt on the silver lettering on the cover.

"Space and Planets... Wasn't this the book I bought for Ame when we first met?"

His fingers slid across the cover, gently hooking around it, and then, tugging lightly, the cover flipped over, a flurry of pages dancing in the wind. The pages were all covered in sticky notes, hand-written notes all over the book, stuck to every page.

... so that was where all his sticky notes disappeared off to. A rainy day on a closing shift and one book has opened the path to so much more... He almost missed it, a bit. Well, he didn't miss most of it. He didn't miss the grueling work schedule or the nasty customers, nor did he miss the drunken trash crowding the streets. He didn't miss the commutes, or the traveling, the pay was abysmal, the manager was certainly a piece of work, and he just... okay, correction. He didn't miss anything about the life he was about to leave behind. He just felt oddly melancholic now that it was all over.

Closing the book with a soft 'thud', Angel smiled gently. He knew most of Ame's books would have to go into storage, with the new streaming setup incoming, he simply didn't have the space for it all to fit... but it wouldn't hurt to keep the one, he thought to himself. And... it wouldn't hurt to see what all Ame had collected from him over the years either.

Entomology... the study of bugs. He hated bugs with a passion, creepy crawling creatures gave him the shudders. They were all the same, and they all needed to stay outside. They keep in their homes, and he'll stay in his own. There would be no issues. Ame didn't seem to care much for it beyond the first read, he noted. She wasn't too keen for a reread. She reread books a lot.

It Ends With Us was atrocious. He regretted spending money on it. It presented its topics horribly, without grace or tact. It led to an awkward talk with Ame, like explaining the birds and the bees to a child. He should burn it.

Astrology... Ame made him buy a couple books about it. She seemed to enjoy the topic a lot. Ame showed an interest in all things space and the stars... it was like a one-way trip on The Galatic Express. Star signs were a particular favorite of Ame's, she had four books on just those alone... she made learning new things look so hot he was kind of mad. Book nerds shouldn't be allowed to be hot. That should be illegal.

Tilting the cover of the book in his hand, he chuckled. Tossing the book into the cardboard box and shifting back on one foot, Angel tilted his head. Glancing over the now empty space, he tapped his chin softly. The first computer monitor could go over there... and the second monitor could go over there... he bought one of those rainbow keyboards-

A gentle knock on the door snapped Angel out of a planner's daze. Glancing over, his eyes fluttered slightly, falling on the young woman, standing in the doorway. Her messy purple hair was pulled back into a weak bun, and she wore a gorgeous deep purple silk robe gown and an oversized white cotton shirt. He briefly wondered what she'd look like wearing less.

"I finished packing up everything in the bedroom, Angel... I'm tired though. Moving the boxes to the living room has me exhausted..."

Chuckling softly, he leaned closer to Ame, his fingers lightly clinging along the silk ribbon tied around her waist. Tugging along the ribbon lightly, he wanted nothing more than to pull it off of her and watch it fall. But in that moment, she felt so far away. His fingers entwined themselves between the layers of ribbon, lightly locking around the silk fabric before gently tugging the woman towards him. Ame yelped in response, fumbling slightly as her foot took a step forward. Her hands lightly bumped against Angel’s chest, hovering against his shoulders.

“You’re like a war machine. So deadly and silent, yet so effective~ I just finished up with the spare books in this room, I still have so much I need to do to get this room fully set up…”

Ame paused a moment, then, with furrowed brows, she shook her head firmly. Gently, she slammed her hands against his shoulder, letting them rest there as she spoke.

“But you’ve been working and building things all day. You deserve to have a break too! Come and take a quick nap with me… You tend to be a jackass when you're tired. Well, you're a jackass all the time, it just gets worse when you're tired.”

"Wooooooow."

Rolling his eyes in response, Angel debated shoving her away by her little silk waist. Maybe she'd trip over the box and fall. But... that would only be proving her point though. Damn. Sighing, he paused. Her pout was so... annoyingly cute. The ribbon slipped through his fingers as he lifted his hand. Lightly sliding his fingers through her hair, Angel leaned closer to the pouting girl's face. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid pout off of her stupid pretty little face.

...

Her lips felt a lot softer than he initially imagined. He was never quite aware of it until that very moment. His fingers twitched slightly, a small tug, a weak embrace. Dragging his nails along Ame's bare skin, he pulled away slightly, the air feeling so cool on their lips. Part of him craved more... he wasn't sure why.

"... na, I'm not tired! Maybe after all the technicals are set up."

"ANGEL..."

Snickering slightly, Angel's hands rested on Ame's shoulders lightly. Her face was dusted pink, although, he barely saw it. Covering her face in her sleeves, she stumbled out of the room, cursing his name the entire way out. Rubbing his hand through his hair, he chuckled again. Worth it.

...

Yawning, Angel set down the screwdriver. His eyes fluttered, his vision blurring slightly, fatigue really was a whole different kind of beast. Closing his eyes a moment, he groaned. He couldn't fall asleep, not yet. Yawning again, his fingers entwined within themselves as he moved his arms, stretching dreary limbs.

Shaking his head, Angel rubbed his face in annoyance. Building furniture sucked. Moving boxes sucked. Packing up items they had no use for sucked. Moving the boxes from the house into the car sucked. He didn't have money, he couldn't afford any treats, everything just sucked. And those boxes? Having to move them into storage all on his lonesome? Oh hoo hoooo, don't get me started, I will be here alllll day. It just... sucked.

Shifting onto his back, Angel groaned. He lay, sprawled out on the floor in a (quite pathetic) tired display of desperation. He didn't want to get up and disturb his sleeping beauty in bed, but he was truly dead tired. His fingers lingered on his lips, a small mumble escaping from his mouth. He felt... well, he didn't feel guilty persay. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it a lot. She tasted like cherry sweets, it was such a sweet taste on his lips. Part of him craved more.

... and the other part of him felt bad.

Mumbling, he shifted onto his side. Running his hand through his hair, he grumbled. Maybe taking a nap on the floor wouldn't be so bad. He could set up his streaming set up when he woke up again. He wouldn't have to go very far, at least. Arugh... no, he couldn't do that... For starters, that'd be painful when he woke up, he'd probably be cold, his neck would certainly ache, and he didn't want to think more about it whatsoever. Groaning, he reluctantly sat up, dragging shaky nails through his hair.

Sighing, he grumbled again. Standing up shakily, he mumbled. Stumbling through the dark apartment, Angel gritted his teeth. His fingers laid on the doorway, the dim lighting from the outside room lighting up the room slightly. The light made her look so heavenly, even if she was simply swallowed up by the several colorful blankets in their shared bed. Taking a step forward, Angel yawned again. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he yawned again. The bed caved slightly underneath his weight, causing sleepy protests to slip from Ame's lips. Leaning back, he sank into the soft fabric of the bed, yawning again.

Yeah, this was definitely more comfortable than sleeping on the floor, by a mile.

His hair curled against the pillow, his fingers twitching against his bare skin. His eyes fell on Ame's sleeping figure, watching as she gently tossed and turned in her sleep, before settling on her side, her fingers lightly gripping onto his arm. Her head laid against his shoulder, her hair tied back, laid neatly behind her on the bed. She looked so peaceful in her slumber... he swore she was glistening almost.

"... it pisses me off how pretty you are sometimes."

It also pissed him off how fast he had fallen asleep afterward. Oh, she would have reveled in being right.

...

His head felt as if someone just rammed into him with a truck. His eyes fell on the slightly ajar door, the golden light peering through the cracks. Had he slept through the night, he wondered. Glancing over, Ame appeared to have gotten closer to him while he was asleep, now with her head lying against his chest, her hand resting underneath his shirt. Her fingers twitched slightly, and another set of protests slipped through sleepy lips, although he wasn't quite what it was she was protesting against.

Rubbing his head, he groaned. He still had a myriad of things he had to complete before he could even start his streaming career. But, he couldn't really do that while Ame slept on top of him... and she fell asleep before him. It must be so difficult being a pretty princess.

Let's see... he had already packed and taken all the boxes into the rented space, cleaned and dusted the area, and put up the pretty blackout curtains, as well as the special decorations they had bought to decorate the streaming space, and he built all the furniture they had bought. However... he still had to set up the computers, keyboards, and speakers, as well as try on the streaming outfits he bought and make the necessary alterations, try on all the makeup products...

But... it wouldn't kill him to rest a little longer.

---

"You got an email, Angel. It's about... rent."

.. Rent. That certainly was an issue he had to worry about, huh? Sitting down on the couch next to her, he slid his arm around her shoulder, leaning close. His eyes scanned the email, a frown creasing his face. Rent... if he couldn't get 10,000 followers, they'd be homeless.

"What are we going to do if we can't make money for rent in time..?"

His brows furrowed further, and disappointment edged in his voice. If he couldn't do it, they'd be homeless. He knew how unforgiving it was to be homeless, and to bring someone else out of it through your own efforts, only to be the reason they fall back into it? The thought made him nervous.

"I mean... I guess I could go back to living with my dad if it doesn't work out... But I'd really rather not go back to living with a man who was never around if I can help it."

Reaching out, his fingers brushed against her hair. His thumb lingered against her cheek, a look of bewilderment settling in on her face. He was homeless once himself, a long time ago. He had run away from home. His father hadn't even noticed. And he never came looking for him. There was no food in that house anyway. No food, no clean clothes, dirty dishes everywhere, rats in the walls, cut off electricity. He knew his father was doing better now, he even adopted a little orphan girl! Wow. He totally didn't feel any negative emotion towards that situation at all!

Totally.

"Aaaactually I'd rather die. Nevermind. We're gonna make rent, darling! We have to."

Leaning in, he gently and quickly pressed his lips against Ame's cheek, pinching her face with a chuckle. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to give her a good house and a fair shot at life. He wants to be able to spoil her and shower her in gifts.

More than anything... he just wanted her to stay in his life. Even if she is just a nerd with a pretty face. Deep down, he knew it was something more. I just don't want to admit it.

"... Angel..."

Ame's fingers twitched slightly, hovering over her chest with an expression of worry. Angel never seemed to enjoy talking about his family. If anything... it always seemed to make him angry. She wondered what happened in his childhood that made him so angry.

...

Angel paused a moment, glancing down as he tilted his head. Ame's face lay lightly against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist lightly. It was such a light and gentle hug... leaning over slightly, his fingers gently brushing against her skin, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He nuzzled her forehead with his own, a gentle smile crossing his face. He adored her, so so much.

"I'm okay. I swear."

"Are you sure..?"

"I am... and, we're going to make rent. And we're going to make a loooot of money. And we're going to live like kings and queens... because I am your favorite internet streamer."

Running his thumb along Ame's face, it briefly brushed against her lips. Lingering a moment, his mind wandered. To live like kings and queens... meant to live at the top, to be the best of the best. To eat the food they wanted to, to buy the clothes they wanted to buy, to purchase the house they wanted, to travel where their hearts desired, to love, lust, and desire as they pleased... he wondered if he was promising too much. He'd love to make her his queen... but he didn't want to overpromise, or underdeliver...

Heat flushed in his cheeks, a small grumble surfacing in his throat. His fingers froze up, twitching slightly where they lay. Oh, the things he'd do if he could just be shameless. Unfortunately, embarrassment was something that always had to hit a little too hard.

"I need to get ready for our first stream, Ame! Which means... you need to go set up things on the moderator's end!"

He was deflecting. He couldn't even look her in the eyes. While it was true they needed to set up... honestly, most of it could have waited. The embarrassment of his actions, however, would not let it.

He loved her so much that it was almost inconvenient at times.

---

They always say that love is blind. When you love someone, you don't see their faults. And, it's true. I only see stars when I look at you.

Ame had to plan the train transit from their house to the house that Angel's father and sister lived in. Of course, on paper, it wasn't that different of a task. In fact, Ame found it was much easier than she ever would have imagined. No need to switch lines, board multiple trains, or switch train stations completely. It was simply taking one train and riding with it for 2 and a half hours. She wasn't good with directions, of course, directions were always Angel's strong suit... she usually would get distracted, or even worse, lost.

She held a small notepad in her hands, a sparkly, purple glitter pen in her fingers. She peeked her head into the streaming room, her fingers lightly gripping the notepad. They had been streaming for 23 days on and off, and Ame would admit... she wasn't the best partner for this.

She couldn't do anything right. It didn't mean everything she did was wrong, however... but she wished she were more assertive, more demanding. Strong.

Angel worried her when he was stressed out. Drugs, bloodied box cutters, lashing out on stream and off stream, getting drunk... Ame felt like there was always something new he'd overdose himself on. Maybe if she were more assertive, made sure he rested and took the proper breaks, and just took better care of him... maybe he wouldn't be so unhappy behind the scenes.

"I'm 21. You seriously think I can't handle a visit to my father's house? I mean, the transit plan is sweet, but really? I can handle this."

He was always so... frustrated. Even when he was supposed to be relaxing. She didn't understand why, he always seemed so filled with vitriol and disdain. Not hatred, he loved too much to be filled with hatred. But something different, something more than Ame knew how to help. Her eyes fell on the small piece of colorful, stamp-like pieces pinned between his fingers. She grimaced.

"Is that... what was it called again? That really strong hallucinogen that you put on your tongue."

"... It's called Magic Paper. And, yeah, it is."

"I think that's proof enough that you can't handle a visit to your father's house tomorrow. I mean, I know you don't have a good relationship with him and I won't pry into why, but you're literally getting high the night before!"

Grimacing, Ame gripped the notebook tighter. She didn't enjoy lecturing him like this, and she certainly had no right. And she didn't have enough of a backbone to force him to stop. It all scared her, truly. Every last one of them, the alcohol, the box cutter, the lashing out... they helped but they never could solve the core of the issue. But the drugs were always the worst.

Her fingers twitched again. She just wanted him to be okay. But she didn't know how. There are a million different coping mechanisms out there, and she couldn't fight against any of them when it really mattered. He lifted his fingers, gently brushing them against her lips. She pulled away slightly, they tasted faintly bitter. Raising her hand, she gently pushed his hand down.

"Live a little, Ame."

His eyes widened, a small pout forming on his face. He held out his hand, his thumb gently shifting against the slick fabric of the magic paper. She took a step back instinctively, her eyes glued to the outstretched magic paper in front of her.

"You shouldn't knock it until you try it~! You're always so righteous and acting like such a goody two shoes. Don't you get stressed out too? Why are my ways of de-stressing sooo wrong?"

Standing up, he cocked his head to the side a bit, staring at Ame. Wide-eyed, unblinking. He took a slow step forward, closer to her. It didn't matter how far she backed up, he only ever kept getting closer.

"A-Angel-"

"Do you think lesser of me when I'm like this? I don't get it. I love you. I want to treat you like a princess and get you everything your little nerdy heart could ever want because I looove you."

"Angel, stop-"

The magic paper brushed her lips, Angel's fingers gently bumping against Ame's chin. Ame's hands trembled, her back pressed against the wall, tears welling up in her eyes. He was unbearable when he was stressed. She wanted him to stop, but he was more stubborn that she was capable. She could not help him. She couldn't even help herself.

"Please? Just ooone time? I'll never ask again. I promise."

His fingers hovered at the edge of her lips, the magic paper resting just above her. Drugs were bad, he clearly had an addiction, and he was going to overdose on them. She knew he was. But she wouldn't be able to stop him. She couldn't stop him from taking them. She couldn't even stop him from offering it to her now.

"... okay okay... just... one time, okay?"

"Mhm..."

His eyes were lidded, and a droopy smile formed on his face. He... wasn't sober when she got to him, was he?

"Oookay ♥︎ !! I love you. I looove you. I love you!"

Pushing on the edge of the magic paper, Ame grimaced. The paper felt odd on her tongue, a tingling sensation taking over her tongue and then, her whole body. It burned.

"..!"

Her vision blurred slightly, her knees buckling slightly. Colorful spots danced in her vision, a slight ringing fading into her ears. Her tongue burned slightly, her limbs weakening even further. A gasp escaped from her lips, a hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. Angel giggled slightly, his nails dragging along the bare skin of Ame's back, earning soft whines from her. His forehead gently bumped against hers, peppering soft kisses along her lips.

She could see something in her vision, a train station? A train station in a nowhere city. There was talking in the distance, but she could gleam anything being said. It sounded something like clicking and snapping, and ticking... and the train. It didn't make annny sound as it passed. She could feel the wind as it passed, but it passed so silently, she wondered if she had gone deaf.

There was a man in front of her, with white and brown hair, and the prettiest set of blue and pink eyes she had ever seen. There was something oddly familiar about him... Ame didn't know what. He stood at the edge of the waiting area for the train bordering. She looked around. She couldn't make out any faces besides his.

Fishes swam past her. They were giant, glowing pink fish... they reminded her of... what were they called again? Goldfish? Goldfish... She yelped slightly as one of these giant, glowing beasts swam behind her, gently nudging her forward. She fumbled forward, gripping onto her shirt shakily. He held out his hand with a familiar cheeky smile.

She felt so misplaced.

His fingers tugged her closer, a stumble backward here and a fumble backward there. The bed felt so soft underneath their bodies, it almost felt like floating on a cloud. His fingers ran against her bare skin, a deep hum emerging from his throat. His fingers gently entwined with hers, gently gripping onto her tightly.

"I looove looove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much ♥︎"

...

His head throbbed, his vision blurred. Hearts danced in the edges of his visions, and his shoulders ached. His whole body ached, actually... He felt so cold. He didn't completely know where he was. He was at home... he remembered being in their shared room, stressing out over... something... there was magic paper involved... Maybe he should cut down on the magic paper.

Looking down, his vision blurred slightly. Blurs of purple filled the edges of his vision. Purple... rubbing his eyes, he groaned. The spots in his vision didn't want to go away. Blinking slowly, he groaned again, rubbing his eyes aggressively. Maybe he could really cut down on the magic paper.

His fingers twitched, his fingers laying gently against her bare skin. Purple blur... something warm in his arms... Ame? ... huh. Burying his face in her shoulder, he grumbled. Definitely cut out the magic paper, Angel.

They both had to get up... soonish. In order to board the train and visit... his father and his new daughter. That was right... fuck.

Reaching over, his fingers tapped against the screen of his phone, he groaned. It was 4am. Still, a decent amount of time before they'd have to go out, but... he didn't know if he wanted to keep going. Of course, he promised that he would go. He'd be an asshole if he didn't, and even he had standards.

His hair curled against the pillow, mumbling softly. Closing his eyes gently, he whined softly. Everything hurt. Everything ached. He loved her, he loved her, he looooooved her so much it felt unbearable. His fingers twitched again, pulling Ame's sleeping form closer to his chest. He owed her so many apologies.

...

When he opened his eyes again, it was a little later in the morning... 10am. And, he was feeling... a little better. But, still... he wasn't feeling 100 percent.

Angel groaned as he sat up in the bed, running his hand through his hair with a yawn. Ame had run off into the bathroom to take a shower and get changed. The sound of the shower running trickled softly against his ears, it sounded nice. His eyes fluttered in unison in response to the sound, he really could fall asleep just listening to it...

"Angel?"

Feeling a hand gently against his shoulder, Angel groaned. His body slumped back in response, sinking into the soft mattress. Ame paused, sighing as she leaned over. Placing her hands on his arms, Ame attempted to pull him up from the bed. However, Ame was not that strong.

"Angel, you have to get ready."

"Five more minutes..."

"I've been trying to get you up for the past five minutes!"

He felt a little bad... but, not really. It was kind of entertaining, watching her work for it. But alas... he did have to get dressed so they could travel.

Groaning, Angel sat up, rubbing his hand through his hair. Gently, reaching over, his hands cupped around Ame's face. Her face felt so soft and warm in his hands...

"Fine. I'm gonna go... take a shoooower."

And hopefully not fall over and split his head open in the process. But, if he did... he wouldn't have to visit his father. But, he wouldn't be able to stream either, so they wouldn't be making any money either... damn.

Struggling to get off the bed, Angel stumbled slightly. The high had almost completely worn off by now, but he still felt a littttle tipped off. Pushing the door to the bathroom open, he grumbled, yawning again. His fingers ran along the cold metallic lever for the shower, lightly pushing it to the side. The shower started up with an almost hypnotic whirl, the falling water sounding like heaven to his ears. He reached out, feeling the water against his hands. It felt nice and warm, perfect for a nice morning shower.

...

The shower was definitely nice... and well-needed. Running through his hair with a towel, Angel hummed. Leaning over his dresser, he rummaged through his clothes, his eyes falling on a light blue short-sleeved button-up shirt and a dull blue pair of high-waisted pants. This... this would be a cute but simple outfit. Opening another drawer, he fished out a soft white, high-collar with a nice black bow, and a pair of clip-on suspenders, as well as a nice pair of white socks. Then, tapping his fingers on his lips, he hummed. Accessories... running his fingers lightly along the jewelry lazy Susan. His eyes fell on a pair of cloud-shaped sunglasses and a silver wristwatch. Those... those would look nice with everything...

Humming as he buttoned up his shirt, smoothing down the crinkles. Stretching with a yawn, Angel grumbled. Okay... it was now or never. He just needs to get through the day and he'll be fine... probably. Ame stood at the doorway, holding a small purse in her arms, as well as a rolled-up map.

...

The last time they rode a train together like this was the night they met one another for the very first time. Leaning back as he settled down in his seat, he tilted his head slightly. The train felt rather empty for a train going to a popular, well-known city. A city that homed some of the most powerful sorcerers in the entire world. Not that he was complaining... he loved the fact he and Ame were able to snag a seat, especially for a train ride as long as this one.

You probably wonder what I meant by that. Home of the world's most powerful sorcerers... Well, this train is headed to the heart of Tokyo, and we lived in a dead town 2 and a half hours away from it. I grew up here, actually. Glancing out of the window, Angel frowned. He hadn't come back to Tokyo in years... he couldn't afford to live there on his own, of course. And the curses that lived in the city made it dangerous for a normal person like him. Especially when every curse in that stupid city wanted him dead. But, he left. He left and he never looked back.

Until today, that was. Pulling out a small, hand-held tablet, Angel sat up. It was just a small tablet he used for stream planning, but, he figured it would make a good companion on the go. Doodling on the notes app for that one stream he did a few nights back turned out to be more fun than he initially thought. Leaning to the side, Angel pondered. Drawing... he wondered what there was he could draw. His eyes wandered slightly to the girl sitting next to him, so intently trained on the book she had brought for the long trip. She looked so pretty sitting there... so nerdy and blissfully unaware.

She had tried on a different outfit today, one different from her usual white t-shirt and purple coat and pants. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and the purple sweater vest she wore on top of a white collared shirt looked so pretty on her, he swore it was glistening in the passing sunlight. And the dark pants she wore, matched it very well. Purple had always been such a pretty color on her...

... he doesn't quite know where the time went. He hadn't been doodling her that long, he believed. Maybe just for a few minutes... but there they were, at the end of their line.

"Ame, we're here."

It took a moment of tapping and leading her off the train, but, they were off, and deep in the heart of Tokyo city... he despised no place more. Pulling out his phone, he looked up the address from the messages between him and this girl. Her name was Myriad. Interesting name, he thought to himself.

It was a decent walk from the train station, fifteen minutes or so... he nodded affirmatively. It was a simple and straightforward route with a few twists and a few turns the closer they got, but... he could do it. (Maybe he could feign getting lost on the way, but, Ame might call him out for it. Maybe it'd be for the best he didn't dillydally.)

"So, your dad lives here? It's a nice little neighborhood."

"Apparently."

Glancing around, he felt... nervous. He felt like he was going to be sick. Did this really have to be a canon event? Really? Seriously? There were several kids in the neighborhood, playing on their lawns, teenagers doing dances in the streets, grownups playing basketball on the court...

Slowly, they came to a stop in front of a well-maintained rather large two-story house. There were decorations on the lawn, a nice set of flora all over the lawn, a cute stepping stone path... a wooden porch, a wooden rocking chair... and an older, white-haired blue-eyed man sitting in it.

"... Oh. Apparently, he really does live here."

"... he really does look like you. Like... to a t."

Ame looked back and forth between Angel and the man in the chair. They both had the same white hair and blue eyes, fair skin... they were even both wearing sunglasses. It was uncanny for a son who hadn't seen his father in nearly 6 years.

"Angel! You're actually here!"

The voice was unfamiliar to his ears... and so was the face. A young girl skipped out of the open front door, holding an ice cream cone in her hand. The girl was short, with long brownish-red hair, and pinkish eyes, wearing a nice yellow sundress and a beige sunhat.

"You're... Myriad, right? And... dad. Uh... hi?"

"... is Angel what you go by now?"

"Uh, yeah. It is."

Skipping down the stairs, Myriad nodded with a smile. She giggled, holding out her hand towards Angel. Angel paused, then, taking her hand, he smiled back.

"I'm Myriad! It's nice to meet you."

"... Yeah. Likewise."

...

He never grew up with siblings... or a present parent for that matter. And he didn't have friends either... sometimes it was painful to remember that fact. But... not as painful as the fact his father somehow burnt their dinner, and they had to go out to a sushi restaurant instead.

"Seriously, how do you burn water, Dad?"

"Hey hey. Not too much on me."

Reaching over, Angel picked up a piece of sushi from the conveyor belt, gently pinching it between his chopsticks, an unimpressed expression on his face. Taking the sushi, he turned slightly towards Ame, holding it out towards her.

"This one is a California roll. Not sure why they call it that."

"Was it made in California?"

Laughter erupted from his throat, and his hands shook, nearly dropping the sushi roll. He couldn't help himself. There was something so sweet and endearing about her, even as she asked stupid questions. There's something so... intoxicating about her. He couldn't exactly put his fingers on what it was, however.

---

They always say that love is blind. When you love someone, you don't see their faults. You're lost in the clouds high above any reach of common sense, a high so powerful it is unmatched by any drug. True, unadulterated bliss.

His fingers were shaking a little bit as he held a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, wrapped in a pretty glistening blue bow. She had worked so many miracles in his life, brought him back to a place he never thought he could, she'd helped him grow more as a person than he ever could alone.

Sunflowers always face towards the sun, bright and warm. They were a pretty flower, simple and pure. And, they were Ame's favorite flower. He didn't know how to take care of sunflowers. He spent a lot of time googling it, looking it up, he even asked the woman from the flower shop how to care for them.

When they were successful and rich, Angel wanted to buy a decent-sized house with a beautiful front lawn. He wanted to line that lawn with sunflowers and watch them grow. He wanted to put up little picket fences and create a stone walkway. Ame loved the look of it in all those magazines she strung up on her office wall... And he loved how angelic she looked when she was happy.

But, this would have to do for now... sunflowers are still sunflowers, right?

Stepping through the door to their apartment, Angel looked around. The apartment was littered with the wrappings of the many gifts he had bought for her over the months they had been streaming together. Small gifts, like a new mini bookshelf for her books, or a puzzle she had been eyeing... chocolates, sweets, foods... anything she wanted she got and more.

His feet clicked against the floor, a soft thud as he traveled through the small apartment, stopping in front of the bedroom door. Hesitating in front of the door, Angel listened quietly, before raising his hand and knocking gently on the door.

"Ame? Can I come in?"

There was a moment of silence for a long while, and quietly, Angel pushed down on the doorknob. He carefully pushed the door open with his arm, sticking his head inside the room. His eyes scanned the room before eventually falling on the sleeping figure in the bed. Well... that explains why she didn't answer the door.

Taking a step into the room, Angel paused. His eyes fell on the sunflowers on his arms. Then, chuckling, he made his way over to the bedside drawer, placing the flowers on the dresser's surface. She could have them as a surprise when she woke up.

His fingers twitched as he reached over, gently brushing against her bangs as he leaned over. She really was so pretty, no matter what she was doing... planting a kiss against her forehead, he smiled softly.

"I love you."

Ground control to psychoeletric angel, do you copy?

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[dreamerlucifer]

First, My Main Ask account is DreamerLucifer on Tumblr. http://dreamerlucifer.tumblr.com -This is open for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva crossover Art requests as well as RPs!! Please note, I'm basing comics off of my interactions with askers and rpers!! YOU'RE IN MY HOUSE NOW, BITCHES!!--

AU so far- My Lucifer, once stopped by Charlie from killing Adam, Takes on a much more compassionate role. Realizing that he almost took Adam's life, he is instead inspired to become better, even moreso than he ever was! Charlie and her accomplishments Have really and truly inspired Him to look at Adam in a new light!! Now Instead of passing judgement, as he almost did, He decides to help pick the fallen angel up, out of the rubble, and help him rebuild. In other words, his newest pet project!! With each passing Day, he will help Adam be a little more righteous and a little less gross! Have an Adam? RP some scenarios with me, I am, as is my Lucifer, Bi sexual, so all characters are welcome to take a pass at the King of hellish ducks himself ;D Who wouldn't want a piece of that, eh? lol So Lucifer's Pet Adam has been crashing on Lucifer's couch, and just making a mess as of right now, scenario as discussed with @fatass-adam , haha, but any Adam is welcome to take part and help me build different storylines and scenarios!

WIP and what you can expect a lot of my art to look like:

♥ Meanwhile, My Luci is going to be pushing ever so much harder to be a part of Charlie's life again, so all Charlies are more than welcome to rp with me as a father figure!! But Charlies be warned, My Lucifer loves his little duckling unconditionally, and does not see her as anything but his wonderful little girl. (So no, incest isn't happening with my Lucifer) / My dear Radio Demons, My Lucifer is dominant, and giving, But he can't stand that smug Alastor!! Trying to take his precious Charlie >:U ahem… I digress, Relationship to Radio Demon Players has been set as love / hate. And There is nothing my Lucifer hates more than a Radio Demon Alastor trying to dominate him sexually or otherwise. So of course, its an invite to try and catch my Lucifer if you can, Alastor, but it won't be easy!

Ohh, all OCs are welcome to interact and /or make artistic requests as well!! -WIP of @wicked-omens getting a special Adam shaped Ducky ♥

And Disclaimer, I may be the king of hell, lol j/k but I'm really only human, so don't expect every interaction to end in an artistic scene, and when it does, there will be vast differences in quality depending on my current free time and how much the scenario inspires me. I'll do my best to get back to RP situations as fast as hellishly possible, but give me time, I like to think about my posts ^^ Well, all that being said, All other characters interacting with Lucifer are welcome to become the new cannon for the DreamerLucifer AU!! Any questions? Shoot 'em here or on my Tumblr, Bitches!! Most all of this information will be written out and posted much better via my Tumblr, again http://dreamerlucifer.tumblr.com

This is a temp post until I have my main promo Page ready XD

[14dayswithyou]

please please please, wrap Ren in a warm blanket for me >3<

If Angel likes k#lling people for some reason, would Ren like to be their partner in crime or would he prefer to keep Angel away from that? mmmm (this is my second question, sorry)

⌞♥⌝ Canonically, Ren would probably create an entirely different persona before meeting Angel at the library for the first time, as his current/Haruko persona would be far too timid and empathetic (and OOC) to even consider harming anyone.

But if we're going off of a completely separate AU, then yes, Ren would be down to be Angel's partner in crime! He'd gladly help out in any way he could and would probably make sure that Angel never gets caught or has any leads tied to them.

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

Welcome to the library..... there is order to my chaos... do not panic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

My works are for entertainment and are not intended to accurately portray the artist and do not reflect on the artists…

☆OT5

。HOW THEY DEAL WITH A BUG INTRUDER ~ Crack / Fluff

☆ YEONJUN

♡SFW

。MY EVERYTHING, MY ETERNITY ~ Fluff

。PAGES OF OUR YOUTH ~ Fluff

♥︎NSFW

。CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR ~ Smut

。RUINED ~ Smut (ft. Soobin)

☆SOOBIN

♡SFW

… LOADING

♥︎NSFW

。MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID ~ Smut

。MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID . PART 2 ~ Smut

。WINTERS SACRED GIFT TO YOU, MY LOVE~Smut

。RUINED ~ Smut (ft. Yeonjun)

☆BEOMGYU

♡SFW

。ESCAPE ROOM YOU ~ Fluff

。DO YOU BELIEVE IN FATE? ~ Fluff, side of angst

♥︎NSFW

。ONE DATE ~ Smut

☆TAEHYUN

♡SFW

。MY BABY ~ Fluff

♥︎NSFW

。[22:54] Taehyun thoughts ~ Smut

。ARE YOU SURE PRINCESS? ~ Smut

。AND THEY WERE ROOMATES ~ SMUT

☆HUENING KAI

♡SFW

。SHOULD’VE COULD’VE WOULDN’T ~ Angst

。TO MY ANGEL, ARE YOU WATCHING? ~ Angst

。WHAT STANDS BETWEEN ME AND A WALL~Fluff

♥︎NSFW

。THE PERFECT (K)NIGHT ~ Smut

。WHAT BEOMGYU SAID ~ Smut

[riftdancing]

T h a n k y o u ! !

My queue right now is astronomically high compared to what it has been since my return to this community. It is full of reblogs in which I have left my love and adoration for all the beautiful work this community creates and I want to start making it a habit again.

It is my personal belief that reblogs are how this community thrives. Its how people get introduced to one another and how your work finds new people and I want to be one of those blogs out there who are constantly reblogging to uplift my fellow creators again. I want to break the habit of silently reblogging and start forging bonds with people again. I want to get to know you guys and interact more (send more asks and tag in more memes) and this is my first foot forward in doing just that!!

@shroudkeeper and @airis-ray both tagged me in this post and I just wanted to extend the most heart warming thank you to you both. Seeing people recommend my work gives me the biggest confidence boost in a community where my past has left me sorely lacking confidence. You both have inspired this trend for me and it just goes to show how far a little kindness can go.

I also want to give the biggest shout out in the world to @thefreelanceangel who is literally a huge part of why I'm still here and why I returned at all. All of your reblogs, heart warming tags, and encouragement is initially what drew me back in to writing and creating here instead of continuing to privately with write and interact with @gatheredfates and other friends. You make my skills as a writer and screenshot photographer feel incredibly valued and you inspire me to keep on creating. Thank you so much for that, because I honestly believe that without you (and Sea) I would not be present here.

And last, but certainly not least, the loudest shout out to my hype lady and the platonic love of my life, @gatheredfates who literally keeps me and my creativity going every day. Listen, her tags might be a little unhinged, but no one encourages me like she does. Her Ask/Question drive (you should check it out) is also hella inspiring and I love how much you do for this community both publicly and behind the scenes. This woman is an absolute angel and probably the best person I know. I love you dearly! Did I mention she is an INCREDIBLE writer and she comes up with some of the most creative and in depth characters? I adore reading her work and if you're reading this, you should definitely go read it.

In the end though, thank you for the little energy boost. I'm gonna keep on keeping on, but then I'm gonna keep on even harder by trying to engage more with you folks! Aw heck, now you're stuck with me. >:)

PS: Feel free to recommend more blogs!! The post I mentioned before introduced to me to so many new blogs and I have followed so many new people recently where as I have struggled to find others on my own in the past. Its been really refreshing! ♥

Anyway...

[the-hellhounds]

Days had passed from Easter and some of the hounds had been disappearing. Their leader had been stressed since as he couldn't scent out where his pack members where.

"Should we call San?" Renjun asks from his seat next to Johnny and Jaemin.

With a shake of his head, Taeyong's eyes scanned all around the living room floor in thought as everyone was worried. Having called a pack meeting sounded scary from him as his voice was deeper than normal.

"It could be dangerous and I don't want his pack to get in harms way."

"You're talking as if they don't have a Werejaguar in their pack." Haechan mumbles from beside Jeno.

"They actually have 2 I think." Ten mentions, only making Haechan's eyes widen. "One of them is just more dangerous than the other since Kai thought he could snag her."

"Imagine if those two had a fight..." YangYang whispers to Chenle.

"Obviously Kai would lose." Haechan whispers to him, making the two younger hounds nod quickly. They knew that a Werejaguar wasn't always easy to defeat.

Snapping at his younger hounds, Taeyong's eyes begin to glow an ember red, almost blood boiling in them. "Can you stop talking about Rhea and Kai? We're here to talk about what to do with the missing members of the pack."

With fingers immediately pointing to Ravi, a new elder hound. He looked up from his phone to see half of the pack glaring at him. "What?"

"You're the new one here and we can't blame Baekhyun. He's missing too!"

"I say we throw him into the ocean..." Hanbin mutters, grunting after as he gets his ribs shoved at by Kyun.

"We're not throwing any-" stopping in his words, the leader glares at a smirking Hanbin. "You're not drowning anyone." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in stress. "We need everyone in this pack to cooperate and be on the same team. And that means you, Ravi. You may be new here, but- JAEMIN!"

"Sorry, sorry..." lowering his phone from checking on his fiance and second angel, Jaemin smiles sheepishly.

Cursing under his breath, he gets back on track to what he was saying. "Just be nice to each other. I already have enough with Chanyeol on my ass over how he's Hades."

"Tell him he owes me a new car!" Haechan whines. "He could've always just opened the gates to the underworld and walked. He just had to use my car to go down there..."

Dismissing the pack, Taeyong heads out quickly before he snapped again. Hades- Chanyeol only knew how he would get when infuriated.

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